<?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-5665858773709922389</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:39:09.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-937410534469679264</id><published>2010-02-24T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:17:14.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - "هو الذي يصوّركم في الأرحام كيف يشاء"=) says:&lt;br /&gt;mhm&lt;br /&gt;i bought perfume&lt;br /&gt;and nw i smell like vanilla&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - "هو الذي يصوّركم في الأرحام كيف يشاء"=) says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;I bought nasi lemak&lt;br /&gt;and now I smell like sambal&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat myself too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - "هو الذي يصوّركم في الأرحام كيف يشاء"=) says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - "هو الذي يصوّركم في الأرحام كيف يشاء"=) says:&lt;br /&gt;woohoo that was blog material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;u do! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - "هو الذي يصوّركم في الأرحام كيف يشاء"=) says:&lt;br /&gt;tyty&lt;br /&gt;i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;=.= jahat giler&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say anything anymore =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - "هو الذي يصوّركم في الأرحام كيف يشاء"=) says:&lt;br /&gt;eh nuuuu D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;*zips mouth* X=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - "هو الذي يصوّركم في الأرحام كيف يشاء"=) says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;tido ah camnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;haha its abt time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, curly haired dude is loved. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-937410534469679264?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/937410534469679264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/02/says-mhm-i-bought-perfume-and-nw-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/937410534469679264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/937410534469679264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/02/says-mhm-i-bought-perfume-and-nw-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-515349403732068920</id><published>2010-02-20T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:50:44.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh that feeling again.</title><content type='html'>i totally slept in class on saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started with a rough morning which was the result of an equally rough night.&lt;br /&gt;note to self, please pay attn when i make a mental note saying teh tarik isn't a before-bed drink -__-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short, my nose made quite a fuss (grrr not enough sleep!!), next thing i knew i was looking at zaffie-the-red-nosed-girl in the mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...aagain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, might as well make the best of it right? i dabbed a pinch of blusher around my eyes to complete the whole ruldoph/down with a cold look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate tastes waaaaaaaaaaaay better than cofffeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i can finally be juuuuuust like my snsd noonas with the new LG chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;ugh, not that i want to.&lt;br /&gt;but the phone rocks anyway so. ;D ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances* *sings* ii got youu baaabe! i call i call it chocolate loove~ noreul woooonhae gajillrae ~ dalkom dalkom oh chocolate loveee ~~~&lt;br /&gt;and why does everyone hate f(x)? )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, where was i? oh yeah. i freakin' slept in class. =.='' again. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;thank God for break time, and thank God for nescafe too.&lt;br /&gt;me and hady glugged coffee down like drunkards..&lt;br /&gt;.. ok mostly hady. *cough* xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who knew one tiny can could make me so hyper the rest of the day?&lt;br /&gt;... yeah... i'd like to apologise to the other patrons at almawrid that day =/ i reaally didnt mean to be that noisy =/&lt;br /&gt;but who cares anyway. lol. those people sure didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today (yesterday? oh the disadvantages of blogging past midnight) i met ziqah again to discuss our sahabah project. i actually started writing this entry last saturday can u believe it =.=&lt;br /&gt;baka lazyass. i barely even read anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR JAM TO THE RESCUE!!!!! *visits mr jam's blog and reads*&lt;br /&gt;*5 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wok-ay im back. a lil dose of mr jam is always refreshing *eyes wide open*&lt;br /&gt;in case u were wondering what im talking about, check it out yourself at &lt;a href="http://mrjam.typepad.com/diary"&gt;http://mrjam.typepad.com/diary&lt;/a&gt; love his articles. *promotes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder why i volunteered to host this month's yoda meeting.&lt;br /&gt;have i really gotten THAT confident since i've left school? =X&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless! zaffie shall work hard to put on an awesome show! cheer for me you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... i could start by getting back to working on my project, but.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh who am i kidding. my eyes arent wide open. i can barely keep em open that's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyehe.&lt;br /&gt;-zaf&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i like hamsters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-515349403732068920?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/515349403732068920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-that-feeling-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/515349403732068920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/515349403732068920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-that-feeling-again.html' title='oh that feeling again.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-672001486419529481</id><published>2010-02-17T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:21:14.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheer blankness.</title><content type='html'>90TH POST! yip yip~ i am old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post was way overdue too. i havent had the motivation to write recently, or anything good to write about for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... but i'll just write (type, u mean, zaf.) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last week the yodas got together again ^^ saw some familiar faces, some new ones, had some laughs. yeah it was all good ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing my kpik went as well as the meeting though, i found myself nodding half-consiously throughout the 1st session.&lt;br /&gt;but the Cher was lecturing about western theories anyway, which, no matter how hard i tried, i never seemed to understand.&lt;br /&gt;yesh. Islamic psychology is waaaay easier to assimilate. *brain glows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that was random. moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah baby, it's been ages since i've had a decent convo with my curly-haired friend here. and trust me i really needed it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol c'mon&lt;br /&gt;hahah they call me boss&lt;br /&gt;the other AJK members of kelab seni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - Then which of your Lord's blessings do you deny?=) says:&lt;br /&gt;haha cute&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;lolol cool ke per&lt;br /&gt;"go get me some coffee"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, boss"&lt;br /&gt;hahah pffft in my dreams lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - Then which of your Lord's blessings do you deny?=) says:&lt;br /&gt;lmao u dont drink coffee &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;haih shush&lt;br /&gt;ur ruining my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - Then which of your Lord's blessings do you deny?=) says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;k, I tukar with milk&lt;br /&gt;"go get me some milk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - Then which of your Lord's blessings do you deny?=) says:&lt;br /&gt;omg cute kepe&lt;br /&gt;mcm baby&lt;br /&gt;nak susu&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah wth lah =.=&lt;br /&gt;but I love milk! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - Then which of your Lord's blessings do you deny?=) says:&lt;br /&gt;and i bet milk loves u too. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! k i was laughing so hard. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our working/schooling peoplez had a superlong weekend thanks to CNY.&lt;br /&gt;and on monday we held a little family gathering at Nani's house *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;two cakes, yummy foods, and two stacks of english papers to mark!&lt;br /&gt;haha! so i was just helping with the eng papers, and i only marked the easy questions (they were sec4 test papers), and who would've known, i got a rush of nostalgia from the old Olvl days (padehal baru last year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG chocolate! please be mine soon )= ilysm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-672001486419529481?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/672001486419529481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheer-blankness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/672001486419529481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/672001486419529481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheer-blankness.html' title='sheer blankness.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8728918987520229557</id><published>2010-02-06T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T06:26:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>consider the following situation.</title><content type='html'>- *bubble bubble* *stir stir*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oo, i think it's ready now. *turns off gas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *excited* ITTADAKKIMAAASU~ *licks spoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *burns tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah tu. tengok lah anime banyak2 lagi. dah ter-influence sangat kan! sampai lupe bace bismillah sume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astaghfirullahal'aziim ape nak jadi ngan budak ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes the above actually did happen. at least only up till the "lick spoon" part.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt exactly burn my tongue but looking back on it, maybe i deserve a little scalding. ohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been MIA recently. and nobody's noticed so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;and tons of other things/people have been MIA recently too.&lt;br /&gt;like, saf and sma. eh u ppl! where u go ah?? scandal again isit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL times like these i'm reminded of that time at the 7th floor toilet after school.&lt;br /&gt;ria + fa in the toilet, + asmaa's priceless reaction = extremely funny misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i woke up at record-breaking time (7.30 am woohoo) to go to Al-Zuhri&lt;br /&gt;for the psycho course i signed up for which turned out to be more like an adult class =.=''&lt;br /&gt;the language and the concepts sent my head spinning at first, got me thinking "but im just a KID! what on earth am i doing here-__-"&lt;br /&gt;but i got used to it. so used to it, in fact, that i almost slept right through the 2nd session. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what happens when u put a repititive lecture and me in riiiiiiight at the back against a wall, in the same room.&lt;br /&gt;and that equals, zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;there really isn't anything to talk about -__-'' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woo keep an eye out for the class/school poem i'll be posting soon inshaAllah. ok? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-zaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;nyeheh hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8728918987520229557?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8728918987520229557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/02/consider-following-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8728918987520229557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8728918987520229557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/02/consider-following-situation.html' title='consider the following situation.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8776911901293982069</id><published>2010-01-24T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:43:21.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly letting go.</title><content type='html'>i can't lie. it's great to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the feel of the keyboard beneath my fingers and the glare of the screen that degrades my eyes by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on, that didnt come out right. oh, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few days have been.. to sum it all in one word... amazing. perhaps even life-changing, for the better, if Allah wills it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began when my monitor died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, knowing me, you'd probably think i was absolutely devastated (which i was seconds after i overcame the shock),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, knowing me, my life is defined by the man-made wonder called the computer (sad but true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, without the computer..... yeah let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, Allah makes things happen with reason (and i knew the absence of my computer would serve me well haha), if we dont find that reason, we should just trust that Allah knows best. yes? yes! yesss! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on top of that, i have always, always admired the speakers that come down to Darul Arqam regularly... and i think this month's speaker was Amazing. with a capital A.&lt;br /&gt;Idris Tawfiq~ ! pleasseee come back to singapore soon =)&lt;br /&gt;heheh, meanwhile i can watch his online shows =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? the recent turn of events have been dizzying, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;i've made many many new friends, more than i've ever made in the past ten years of my life (exaaaggerrraaating~ but you gotta admit im not the most social person on earth ;P)&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was these new friends that taught me how wonderful it feels to be polite, or at least try to be, even to the most obnoxious people.&lt;br /&gt;of course it tests the patience, but for some twisted reason i enjoy it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by some (unprecedented, unusual and perhaps cruel?) twist of fate, i was landed in a course at Ngee Ann, which, honestly, i never really expected to end up in - hope is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;but hey -*alhamdulillah!* i got something science-related.. and besides, the course's name is kinda cool. heh, i could get used to this xD&lt;br /&gt;i was worried i wouldn't get anything i liked due to my less-than-impressive O's results haha ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while waiting for poly to start (in april- what month is it now? yeah my point exactly) i signed up for a short course at Al-Zuhri (Masyi's school!)&lt;br /&gt;and i think that's all i've done to kill the boredom, and no, it's not very effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday yoda (youth group - not the green guy from star wars) had a picnic at east coast.&lt;br /&gt;there we learned how to treat apples like humans (and maybe failed miserably? i ended up eating mine)&lt;br /&gt;and had to do intros, twice, 'cause some of us have suckish memory for names (coughcough, namely me)&lt;br /&gt;but like i said, i made plenty of new friends, and they're aaaall wonderful *beams*&lt;br /&gt;and on thatday i found out how it feels like to be a supermodel *chokes*&lt;br /&gt;ahuh zaf, just cause people were walking around with superfancy SLRs taking shots of the picnic for facebook, that doesn't make you a supermodel.&lt;br /&gt;it felt cool anyhooo. my favourite shots were the ones with Idris Tawfiq, where we had to "laugh on cue".&lt;br /&gt;you know... "1..2..3.. laugh!" "HAHAHAHAHAHAA!" *snap snap snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think i described that accurately enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh friends, i am happy =3 Kim Heechul&lt;333 released a single ! aaaahhh ~!! it's titled Chobyeol, and it's really really sweet &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all for now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-zaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8776911901293982069?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8776911901293982069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/slowly-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8776911901293982069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8776911901293982069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/slowly-letting-go.html' title='slowly letting go.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6036409551227009573</id><published>2010-01-15T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:07:52.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reach for something, when there's nothing else.</title><content type='html'>[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah yes its my adoralablebalebale bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα -Chocolate is better than suicide=) says:&lt;br /&gt;adorable bella bella&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα -Chocolate is better than suicide=) says:&lt;br /&gt;who?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;SWAN D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα -Chocolate is better than suicide=) says:&lt;br /&gt;chicken AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;BELLA SWAN D8&lt;br /&gt;haih, bella chicken pulak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα -Chocolate is better than suicide=) says:&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;that's funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;edward carrot lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα -Chocolate is better than suicide=) says:&lt;br /&gt;who's bella swan ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh c'mon D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα -Chocolate is better than suicide=) says:&lt;br /&gt;oh twilight?&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;"say it, say it out loud!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα -Chocolate is better than suicide=) says:&lt;br /&gt;PONTIANAK&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;"ur a vampire~ oooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's bella swan? you gotta be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;well that's zaf for you.&lt;br /&gt;so much for the little skeptic anti-trend stunt. but whatever, screw trends =D&lt;br /&gt;... and screw my live-under-a-rock ignorance about bella chicken and edward carrot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good evening reader(s)! this is your bored zaffie reporting from the boring location of the central of boredom. where yawning is a common pastime and sleeping an all-time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;please be warned that side-effects include increase in body weight, decrease in brain cells, and, in worse cases, decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have been warned =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm saying this, and i really can't, truly, but, i can't wait to start school.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, zaf saying that goes against the laws of the universe , but what the heck im bored and desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to know? Jason Castro has a new song! i don't know if it's a single or if he has an album or....&lt;br /&gt;oh what the heck. *checks*&lt;br /&gt;uhmm kay it's a single.&lt;br /&gt;Let's Just Fall In Love Again &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i miss his dreadlocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad that the whole JAE thing has been settled. now we wait. again.&lt;br /&gt;unsurprisingly many ex-S4p09's are flocking to biomed. me included, hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 the new bedsheets ummi bought me! hearts hearts heaaaarts!&lt;br /&gt;i am, the queen of my bed, and that makes me the queen of hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brain feels mushy! ohhoho *squishes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been listening to old hilary duff songs too.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the late-night journeys home after silat. i'd crank up those songs and start uhh, daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;yep those were the days, first the Pokemon era,&lt;br /&gt;then the Cardcaptor Sakura era (my fave),&lt;br /&gt;then the bring-toys-to-school season,&lt;br /&gt;then the zero point era (which was concurrent with the CCS era)&lt;br /&gt;then the Hilary Duff era,&lt;br /&gt;then the emo-ish era,&lt;br /&gt;then the Naruto/Bleach/Animegeek era (which coincided with the emo-ish era),&lt;br /&gt;and finally the kpop era, which is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i have seen many an era in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like i'm indulging in the past, listening to H.D and watching CCS again, i still draw anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna move on. i wanna stay in the past. i do i do i do.&lt;br /&gt;but life doesn't work that way, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"can you hear it calling? can you feel it in your soul? can you trust this longing, and take control?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Fly - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-6036409551227009573?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6036409551227009573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/reach-for-something-when-theres-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6036409551227009573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6036409551227009573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/reach-for-something-when-theres-nothing.html' title='reach for something, when there&apos;s nothing else.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-7655051422571862575</id><published>2010-01-11T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T04:18:11.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic dreams must die.</title><content type='html'>ok so one of my speakers is busted.&lt;br /&gt;actually it went out of service days (probably weeks) ago but i only realised today when i put my ear to it and didn't hear anything / feel any vibrations coming from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft speakers remind me of the physics paper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, consequently, my Olevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gaasp* my results. dont ask dont ask please please please. i don't wanna talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then why the hell did i bring it up? beats me. oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt pick up my results at school today. i have my reasons i guess.&lt;br /&gt;instead i'll be dropping by to pick them up tomorrow along with my form A, so that i can send in my JAE form fast fast and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to start poly, far far away from my past life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i don't know everyone and everyone doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i can't wait alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to other news,&lt;br /&gt;well there isn't any other news.&lt;br /&gt;haha well, stuff happens, and then life gets better eventually right?&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so close to reaching that famous happy ending, almost believing, this one's not pretend"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`So Close - Jon Mclaughlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-7655051422571862575?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/7655051422571862575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/romantic-dreams-must-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7655051422571862575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7655051422571862575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/romantic-dreams-must-die.html' title='Romantic dreams must die.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3218338389100828851</id><published>2010-01-08T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:51:45.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't think i knew the chaos i was getting in.</title><content type='html'>[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;k I'm back&lt;br /&gt;I'm back&lt;br /&gt;back D:&lt;br /&gt;back back back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα -Rhapsody, Euphoria, Ecstacy =) says:&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME BACK&lt;br /&gt;*slaps*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα -Rhapsody, Euphoria, Ecstacy =) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha that was funny&lt;br /&gt;slapping is funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] says:&lt;br /&gt;...gyabo... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nodame cantabile! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here's how i spent the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;monday - sat in front of comp all day playing compy games.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - went shopping. alone.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - went places to collect stuff.&lt;br /&gt;thursday - NP's open house.&lt;br /&gt;friday - SP's open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo~ all hail the void nothingness of the post-olevel period! yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft yeah well, at least im not stuck in school. (omg please dont eat me, everyone else! D= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love shopping, and i love sales even better.&lt;br /&gt;the downside would be that it's a tiring sport(?!), and u've got all these sales assistants following you around with their happy faces and their "would u like to try this? would you like to try that?"&lt;br /&gt;it's creepy i tell you, no i dont wanna try that! just leave me alone to my shopping =.=&lt;br /&gt;of course, SOME people don't have paranoia issues like i do and apparently to them it's good when sales assistants follow u around and well... assist you ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to parkway for the first time in ages.&lt;br /&gt;and.. since it frequently appeared in the story of my childhood, i got that old nostalgic rush......&lt;br /&gt;... until i went to the spot where MPH's supposed to be and see that it's been replaced by Borders.&lt;br /&gt;oh, glorious red-and-white MPH sign! where hath you gone? *weeps*&lt;br /&gt;... um.. MPH's logo IS red-and-white, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also saw Ust Q on wed, in front of PP. she didnt see me tho &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm uhm uhm, got my results password slip thingeh.&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;it is, the silence of anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;let us all respect it. *shooshes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that's done, let's talk about something else! =D =D please please pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;(i am very obviously so incredibly desperate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! so i went to Ngee Ann where my very own Kak Nuu goes to! :D&lt;br /&gt;i havent seen her in years! my how i've grown! she used to be THIS tall! *raises hand above head*&lt;br /&gt;and now she's only THIS tall! *raises hand above head but slightly lower than before*&lt;br /&gt;=D and i sound like a little kid again! haha! ha! uhm. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP's open house was by far the best :D love love love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, for some reason David A's Crush is playing on the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;oh of all songs =.= i forgot why i even have it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate celeb crushes, u go gushing all over them yet they don't even know you exist.&lt;br /&gt;screw celeb crushes =.= screw em screw em screw em. *wrinkles face*&lt;br /&gt;and the downside, upside, rightside and leftside of it all is that people dont give a hoot, celebs are always deeply loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dedicated a whole *counts* 5 sentences to celeb crushes... counting this one, that would make 6! gawd what is wrong with me =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change topic! *turns wheel frantically*&lt;br /&gt;hahah i'm just kidding, i can't even drive yet.&lt;br /&gt;.. and that was lame, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to more urgent issues...&lt;br /&gt;*checks* apparently there aren't any..&lt;br /&gt;moving on to semi-urgent issues..&lt;br /&gt;*checks* still none....&lt;br /&gt;moving on to not very urgent issues...&lt;br /&gt;*checks* zilch....&lt;br /&gt;moving on to not-urgent-but-still-worth-talking-about issues...&lt;br /&gt;*checks* nope nothing...&lt;br /&gt;moving on to totally irrelevant and unimportant issues..&lt;br /&gt;*checks* 1247,8907,3424 issues pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, well that sums it up, welcome to zaffie's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, some creep at sp used his lame life-sized robot to chase me around just now.&lt;br /&gt;jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, there were so many people in pink shirts today. *is reminded of maarif*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well uhh umm, i'd talk summore, but i'll prolly bore you to death.. wait a minute, are those flies around you...? (omg too late?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a phrasing that'sa  single tear, it's harder than i ever feared"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Why - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3218338389100828851?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3218338389100828851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-think-i-knew-chaos-i-was-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3218338389100828851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3218338389100828851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-think-i-knew-chaos-i-was-getting.html' title='i don&apos;t think i knew the chaos i was getting in.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3556627133724520326</id><published>2010-01-03T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:38:22.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world slows down and my heart beats fast right now.</title><content type='html'>oh zafirah oh zafirah oh zafirah kawanku,&lt;br /&gt;rupa cantik macam itik oh zafirah i love you.&lt;br /&gt;woah chey, puji diri nampak, zaf.&lt;br /&gt;but really, is being pretty as a duck a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;"girl, you're as pretty as a duck, you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;hmm, not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the new yearr and trust me i planned to post something on new year's day but i was kinda busy, and besides, whoo it's a new year. twenty ten. big deal. =/&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean? no? yes? hmph.&lt;br /&gt;if i were any less than ten years younger right now i'd be so bummed that school reopens tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking, "why'd the holls have to end so fast?!"&lt;br /&gt;or, "woah back to school, cant wait to see everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;or, "(insert class here) already?! im so not gonna slack this year!" (works every time... NOT)&lt;br /&gt;or any of the usual pre-first-semester woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a break in the routine was much needed, and it finally came on cue.&lt;br /&gt;whilst billions of other students out there are anticipating (or not) the beginning of the school year tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just chilling at home, carefree~ wondering where's the best place sip coffee with a good book =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i'll wait till someone offers to treat me (like that's ever gonna happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and the day before were specially reserved for the merrymakings (again that word!) of 4pink09's class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;those who didn't turn up, u missed quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun to come on the second day while (almost) everyone was snoozing in on the saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;"mommy zaffie came with breakie! wakey wakey!"&lt;br /&gt;oh hell, i didnt actually say that. that's just gay =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched recycled movies, yes recycled, we watched em again and again because nobody brought any new dvds =.= oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this indon horror movie we watched together, and it was hilarious, esp with people like Mawi cracking insane jokes abt the scary parts. huhu ^^&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH i look forward to watching horror movies with friends again, it's worth the nighttime creepies i get. ohohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played taboo and attacked a plastic bag of mata kucings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watched the class grad video ='( *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;maawiii u misspelt a couple of words in my poem =/ but that's okay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i bet nobody was reading anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downside of it all was that our chalet balcony (if u could call it that) overlooked Escape Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;specifically the superman ride and the haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;like, heckk, our little chalet was filled with the enthusiastic screams of the theme park goers.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH. we were shaking the barb-wire gates separating the costa sands and escape, out of desire and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;lmao that sounded kinda wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cher sarah graced the evening of the 2nd day with her presence! and she brought ice cream! which i didnt get to taste cuz once again i left early =.=&lt;br /&gt;if you could call 8pm early =/&lt;br /&gt;i slept on the train, been ages since i've done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that there was swimming and cycling and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, some jerk almost smashed my hand while i was cycling.&lt;br /&gt;guess that serves me right for going at top speed with a group of incoming bikers, also going at top speed.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly BOOM! accompanied by a howl of pain, which came from my side of course.&lt;br /&gt;next thing i knew there was blood on my hand and i was cursing and swearing at the idiot, whoever he is.&lt;br /&gt;cuz he had the nerve to just run off after that.&lt;br /&gt;jerk.&lt;br /&gt;haha, that's as far as vulgarities go on my blog i guess, im trying to keep my entries reader-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shopping tomorrow. poly means i'll need a little more wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;not that it's confirmed that i'm getting poly, but no harm preparing, right? (by shopping?!)&lt;br /&gt;besides, it's been ages since i've bought clothes. =/ i need to clear out my closet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry. i'd help my mom cook, but i dont wanna get my blood all over the lauk =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"everyday seven takes of the same old scene, seems we're bound by the laws of the same routine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I Hate This Part - The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3556627133724520326?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3556627133724520326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/world-slows-down-and-my-heart-beats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3556627133724520326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3556627133724520326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2010/01/world-slows-down-and-my-heart-beats.html' title='the world slows down and my heart beats fast right now.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3463436597807297116</id><published>2009-12-29T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:54:08.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh such grace, oh such beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SznGRqzl2gI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3x2qp1gj7rk/s1600-h/taemin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if you don't understand any part of the following, just pretend you do, because it's funny when people act like they understand things they don't. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is an attempt to resurrect my dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;*puts on flyff assist costume*&lt;br /&gt;*pulls out magic wand*&lt;br /&gt;*waves magic wand*&lt;br /&gt;*magic circles appear in the air*&lt;br /&gt;*magic circles disappear*&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;uhm right. that was irrelevant -.-'' useless wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who needs a wand when you've got a keyboard? huh? huh? who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;*more silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger's note: those who did not anticipate an excruciatingly long and monotonous entry/monologue by the unesteemed zaffie are recommended to tune out. now. although that would make zaffie very sad, but that's okay, she'll get over it because she knows very well what a boring person she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* well, right. leaving that behind, i'm back, people!&lt;br /&gt;from where? what? you didn't notice i was gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....well the answer to the first question would be, i just came back from the easternmost part of the eastern coast of eastern singapore. - why can't i just say i went to east coast? 'cause i wanna make it sound cooler, and i failed! in fact, i think i did just the opposite =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my first time staying at a chalet at east coast, and i have to admit i had my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;but bibik brought the whole rock band set and we jammed on the wii till 1am.&lt;br /&gt;that kinda demolished any doubts i had, bringing the wii was the idea of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bike rental at the chalet sucks. trust me. so not worth 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that there was the usual spread of delicious food (a.k.a pure awesomeness)&lt;br /&gt;mothers and grandmothers are the best cooks. right right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the second question sounds sorta ambiguous, i.e controversial and deadly, so i'll just safely skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and more on the 3rd question, it's really more of a statement. how can you not notice i was gone? now that's a question. which i can't really answer, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i answered 1 out of 3 questions. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i seem to be in a daze recently. (must be from all the kerangs i ate at the chalet)&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who falls off their bike... twice... in the same hour? zaffie of course.&lt;br /&gt;the first trip up was kind enough to leave sand/mud stains on my sleeve, and the second trip up was generous enough to leave grass stains on my jeans, not to mention thorns in my backside. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next i stepped on a bug, a dead one, or maybe it was alive when i stepped on it =/&lt;br /&gt;anyway it left its stinger (is that the right word?) in my foot and my initial thoughts were along the lines of "omg am i gonna live?"&lt;br /&gt;the thing was microscopic, which goes to show what a wimp i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wrinkles nose for no apparent reason* hmm what else?&lt;br /&gt;Olevel results are in a couple of weeks and i'm trying really hard not to think about it but i guess mentioning it here isn't helping so let's just forget i said that okay? *draws breath* fooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired! i am i am i am T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so before my brain implodes of dryness (i ran out of ideas) i better end this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a list of standard issue regrets"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` A Million Ways - Ok Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3463436597807297116?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3463436597807297116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-such-grace-oh-such-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3463436597807297116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3463436597807297116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-such-grace-oh-such-beauty.html' title='oh such grace, oh such beauty.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3009328807090832803</id><published>2009-12-25T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:25:20.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging is a pain in the fingers. LOL&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm one to talk, seeing that i havent updated in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUFF. malasnye nak update. srsly nothing very interesting has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights everyone,&lt;br /&gt;-zaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3009328807090832803?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3009328807090832803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogging-is-pain-in-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3009328807090832803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3009328807090832803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogging-is-pain-in-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6790179449862475138</id><published>2009-12-16T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:48:51.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im halfway through your story, cant help thinking that you're just like me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Syi7ej6im4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/g0D5xhYT98w/s1600-h/SAM_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415784685624269698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Syi7ej6im4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/g0D5xhYT98w/s320/SAM_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some random person's bmx, uhm, i hope you dont mind me snapping a picture of it, some random person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergh, a week since i updated. no, more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it wasn't as if i was busy or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha, screw laziness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*huff* *glances at calendar* you know, ever since o levels ended (i.e, ever since dates stopped mattering), i never seemed to make sense of all those boxes-with-numbers-in-them. what's it called? a calendar? yeah that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday i woke up extra x 100 early to see safia off at the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my darling went back to london! (i can hear saf saying "could you stop calling me that?!?!" in my head - dam i miss her D=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;her mommeh treated me and fa to breakfast, then since qaqa was late, we got compensation for that D= so kind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and after saf left, there was all this confusion about finding qaqa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~t1 to 12 to t1... then back to t2. whaaaat =.=''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nvm, skytrains are fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;qaqa used her cash to buy starbucks, and i used mine to... buy.. uhm *cough* nevermind that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then i went to raffles for lunch with mummeh~! we ate at lau pa sat. omg it's been ages since i've been there~ we ate some latino bbq chicken.. or so the stall name claimed ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway it was delicious, so :D&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;p&gt;at raffles i saw $2 watches, wow. why the heck didnt i buy one, i have no idea. they all looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cuz ummi'll kill me for buying cheap-low-quality stuff. hahaha~ oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;saturday was my cousin iika aedora's (haha i wonder what that means) birthday bash at this changi beach chalet function house thingeh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i flew a kite with sharkee and battree and my bro ^.^ first time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then later that night, we went to the swensen's at t3 for ice cream and .. wag-you steak xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, only uncle izad had that. but the name is rly wierd xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*someone got high and we all started cracking wierd jokes at the table****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next, we decided to hit the beach on impulse. at 11pm. to play the swings. are we cute or what?! (YEAH RIGHT ZAF)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there was this louuudd crash ahahahand omgeeee there was this accident, i went to look anyway despite dreading the sight of strewn bodies on the road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there weren't any.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how &lt;strike&gt;dissappointing&lt;/strike&gt; relieved i was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on monday i bought a camera. samsung st45. i cant be more thankful to my oh-so-generous grandmommy and dad. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omgee i have a camera D= wow. alhamdulillah :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the movers brought in a bed for me today D= it's pretty new and my uncle isnt using it anymore so he gave it to me :D alhamdulillah~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love december.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. or would you rather spend your last days alone, thinking nobody would have cared or known?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;`Traffic light - Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Zaf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/5665858773709922389-6790179449862475138?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6790179449862475138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-halfway-through-your-story-cant-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6790179449862475138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6790179449862475138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-halfway-through-your-story-cant-help.html' title='im halfway through your story, cant help thinking that you&apos;re just like me.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Syi7ej6im4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/g0D5xhYT98w/s72-c/SAM_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-466013586573341530</id><published>2009-12-07T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:55:36.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once a skeptic, now the critic.</title><content type='html'>humph. where do i begin?&lt;br /&gt;*thinks* alright, i think i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend was.. hmm, how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant really find the words really... maybe 'cause i lack the vocab, 'cause... - eheh *pushes issue asside* not that it matters(?!), well anyway,&lt;br /&gt;my weekend was palatable *beams* (lol wrong word, i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed it. saturday especially. despite having to wake up earlier than i ever have during the holl... i think it was worth it. and it was free! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;im talking about the Youth Forum at DA (darul arqam, not david archuleta).&lt;br /&gt;i didnt pull any of my buds with me this time, i just thought going alone would be fun for once.&lt;br /&gt;and it was :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met all sorts of amazing people and made new friends (havent been doing that since forever).&lt;br /&gt;and, i just realised, i sound like a little kid D=&lt;br /&gt;doesnt everyone sound like little kids when they're excited? D=&lt;br /&gt;omygosh yes im excited! why? i don't know. i just hope that the forum was just the beginning of a series of more awesome events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verily, my lack of vocab is truly dissappointing. i cant stand the humiliation =.= right. tonight's bedtime story will be the Little Oxford English Dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;by who? oxford of course! (that was lame, i know, im not laughing either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday we had our 3rd tarannum class, which was more practical than theory, finally.&lt;br /&gt;ustad wasnt well enough to ramble about things unrelated to tarannum. no offence intended &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night mummy came with ice-cream log cake ! it was deeeee-licious. jazakillah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] eleventy thousand roses says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should get a blog =/ hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - أرى طيرا على غصن ينادي, أتت بشرى لمجروح فؤادي. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah. since u're always so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Azzie] eleventy thousand roses says:&lt;br /&gt;lol shush xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - أرى طيرا على غصن ينادي, أتت بشرى لمجروح فؤادي. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had moooore cooking lessons.&lt;br /&gt;ummi was on mc so she taught me how to cook. on mc. and then she went shopping at tamp with my bro. on mc.&lt;br /&gt;only mothers do that. *salutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to shoe-shop and go cycling with my buds :D inshaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"look around for the closest to blame, look no further than the hands beneath your arms"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Never Take Friendship Personal - Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-466013586573341530?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/466013586573341530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-skeptic-now-critic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/466013586573341530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/466013586573341530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-skeptic-now-critic.html' title='once a skeptic, now the critic.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-2228818500621840288</id><published>2009-12-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:00:18.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should've known much better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sxti_jlrIOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cwdLd_fzmGo/s1600-h/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412028221240320226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sxti_jlrIOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cwdLd_fzmGo/s320/DSC01755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NO! it's not the letter "N", it's the letter "Z"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SxtiyFrVl5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/XfxbVkFvn8k/s1600-h/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk, my artwork is ruined. (what?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*tikka tikka* *blogs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, done! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol, so not. i'll....... blog again later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"but then she called me and that's when, she said to meee-ee-ee-eeeee, she wasn't coming round for teee-eeaaa~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`Broccoli - Mcfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5665858773709922389-2228818500621840288?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2228818500621840288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-shouldve-known-much-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2228818500621840288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2228818500621840288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-shouldve-known-much-better.html' title='i should&apos;ve known much better.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sxti_jlrIOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cwdLd_fzmGo/s72-c/DSC01755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-2720290947356602519</id><published>2009-11-29T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:49:02.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're the new face of faliure, prettier and younger but not any better off.</title><content type='html'>(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - i suffer from sketch syndrome. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;a hat D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar. says:&lt;br /&gt;a hat? D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - i suffer from sketch syndrome. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;a hat! D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar. says:&lt;br /&gt;a hat!! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - i suffer from sketch syndrome. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;a hat... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's that? a hat? crazy funky junky hat, overslept, hair unsightly, tryina look like keira knightley. we've been there we've done that we see right through your funky hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough about hats. truth is, i dont even have any. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i know i said in my last entry that the consequence of this (extreme?) boredom would be me blogging more (regularly, often, morrrreeee..!!)&lt;br /&gt;but... *looks at time gap between this entry and the last*&lt;br /&gt;hahah. okay zaf, apart from being self-contradictory, what else is up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we-ell, last saturday i went to east coast with my beloveds! mom, bro, nani, bibik, mummy and uncle izad.&lt;br /&gt;there was a wide variety of activities set up for us that day.&lt;br /&gt;first the siput gong gong olympics. some of em can be so stubborn =.=&lt;br /&gt;next the eat-all-you-can feast comprising of satay, bbq chicken wings, and a bunch of other stuff i cant remember &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was the try-to-ditch-hakeem walk after eating all that stuff. ahaha. that one was funny. we didnt actually ditch him though. being the nice people we are (heheh) we let him catch up.&lt;br /&gt;next was the going-gaga-over-the-skiiers there. yay, their tricks are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mooving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we next went to T3 with the intention of gg to swensen's (padehal baru makan haha) but it was closed (it was almost 11 by then) so we went to get some coffee @ cb&amp;amp;tl (or was it starbucks?! gosh what is wrong with my memory today =.=)&lt;br /&gt;hmm. needless to say we all got high :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got home at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all (omg typical eng compo phrase!), best night ever. kinda. yea. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i keep reminiscing these past few days. sweet memories &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to tampines with ria and neknab, where we did a bunch of crazy stuff, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;molested animal plushies and turned barbie doll boxes upside down at toys r us ^^''&lt;br /&gt;ogled at gadgets (namely cameras and laptops... or maybe that's just me) at Courts.&lt;br /&gt;(accidentally) stepped on the plants at the rooftop garden at tamp1.&lt;br /&gt;and stuff like that. theee usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next i went to mccafe and had a warm cappucino. it was the ideal time to be at mcD's actually. not too crowded. and really peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stocked myself up with books (finally?!?!?) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, a piece of advice to anyone who's reading, please dont crank up your headphones while in public, it renders you oblivious to your surroundings. which is actually fun to watch, really. but frustrating when you can't get the person's attention.&lt;br /&gt;this, of course, speaking from experience. dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"last years wishes are this year's apologies, every last time i come home"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-2720290947356602519?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2720290947356602519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-new-face-of-faliure-prettier-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2720290947356602519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2720290947356602519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-new-face-of-faliure-prettier-and.html' title='we&apos;re the new face of faliure, prettier and younger but not any better off.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-769672786733051658</id><published>2009-11-27T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:22:07.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything, everything will be just fine.</title><content type='html'>~.... isn't it nice that im blogging more often now? :D&lt;br /&gt;actually no, 'cause now u'll have my craptalk forced on you waaaay more often than before. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. once again im blogging past 00:00 so, i'll be addressing my day as "yesterday" even though it feels awkward but i guess that's appropriate right? it's still awkward though. does that make sense? ergh *shakes head violently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, unfortunately it's possible to eat too much festive treats...&lt;br /&gt;... and as a result, one feels slightly distorted up there in the head, not to mention all tingly (not the good kind) down there in the stomach as well.&lt;br /&gt;.... and in case you haven't guessed yet, that's kinda what im experiencing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spaces out*&lt;br /&gt;*lands back on earth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i learned today, is that if your uncle (or uncles, in my case) comes up and drinks your ice cream soda (.. and finishes it) like it was nobody's business,&lt;br /&gt;it's better to just laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;haha, seriously, it's funny when u think about it.&lt;br /&gt;although it would be nice if that uncle of yours wouldn't mind refilling for you.&lt;br /&gt;(which he didnt but that's okay, i already had enough carbonated sugary stuff in my blood to last a week, not that i need it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an example is displayed in the following scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle #1 : *points at my drink* is that yours?&lt;br /&gt;me: (tak sempat jawab)&lt;br /&gt;uncle#1 : *drinks*&lt;br /&gt;me: *watches for like 5 seconds* eh, jangan habezkan la!&lt;br /&gt;uncle#1: *puts down drink*&lt;br /&gt;uncle#2: *points at my drink* is that yours?&lt;br /&gt;me: (once again, tak sempat jawab)&lt;br /&gt;...... and i think u know what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, moving on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent Hari Raya playing Rock Tour, everyone! *is (not) proud of self*&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even go to see the kambings. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"just try your best, try everything you can, and dont you worry what they tell themselves when you're away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;`The Middle - Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-769672786733051658?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/769672786733051658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-everything-will-be-just-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/769672786733051658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/769672786733051658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-everything-will-be-just-fine.html' title='everything, everything will be just fine.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8241611374252073402</id><published>2009-11-25T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:15:58.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..but the beat goes on, da dum da dum da da.</title><content type='html'>goooood morning, people! it is 10:02 AM in zaffie's bedroom in front of her computer!&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday i went to collect my *found* IC. oh did i mention? i lost it somewhere during O's and recently *alhamdulillah* someone found it x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... tomorrow's raya. heheheh we get to go to the masjids and see the kambings, and,&lt;br /&gt;as saffie said, "we'll all smell like kambings"&lt;br /&gt;and the kambings came to sg by air this time! cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;.. no, they didn't sprout wings. (would be awesome if they did, then we'll get to eat chicken AND kambing wings!)&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's nice to know they didnt come by sea this time (remember ustad's re-enactment? ghanam hazeel.. sudaa'... @_@ )&lt;br /&gt;AWH MAN i miss ustad's classes T_T they were soooo much fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to topic. raya. it seems that we'll be travelling by public transport this year.&lt;br /&gt;yay for us, the eco-friendly family =.= woo...&lt;br /&gt;so, heels or no heels? heels are suicide, but i dont have any non-heeled formal shoes, so =.=&lt;br /&gt;suicide it is! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chilled at Nani's place since she's home alone again, except for (the fat cat) kitty.&lt;br /&gt;bibiiik! come home pls, kesian nani.&lt;br /&gt;but that's okay! there's Animax and Rock Tour at nani's house so woo~ *happy*&lt;br /&gt;..and now im back in my room. with the clean-sort-arrange task i always fail to finish =.=&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning to the noise pollution coming from a nearby construction site.&lt;br /&gt;and it was only 8:56 am! too early to get up T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, i haven't been drawing much lately. i wanna draw! D=&lt;br /&gt;the only drawing i've been doing has been for Azzie's comp. haha. it's good practice tho.&lt;br /&gt;right, it's settled then. i shall! draw today. woo ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i sign off, roleplay is never boring with my buddy here~ x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, u have to feed the kitten D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - єηιgмαтιšм=) says:&lt;br /&gt;okay. *eats kitten*&lt;br /&gt;oh wait&lt;br /&gt;did u say feed or feed ON the kitten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;=.= u did not.. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - єηιgмαтιšм=) says:&lt;br /&gt;my mommmeee's sooo pretty! A_A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;my moommmmmeeeee 8D&lt;br /&gt;...was..?&lt;br /&gt;yesh she is so pretty too~!&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - єηιgмαтιšм=) says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLXD&lt;br /&gt;what lah you! *knocks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Lose Yourself - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8241611374252073402?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8241611374252073402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-beat-goes-on-da-dum-da-dum-da-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8241611374252073402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8241611374252073402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-beat-goes-on-da-dum-da-dum-da-da.html' title='..but the beat goes on, da dum da dum da da.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-1285626828959415131</id><published>2009-11-22T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:31:37.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we only want to sing you to sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Swl9rGiOMwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/doA6MqWJZsE/s1600/ejiofor-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406991007076987650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Swl9rGiOMwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/doA6MqWJZsE/s320/ejiofor-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chiwetel Ejiofor. his name's kinda too complicated to memorise and re-type, so i copy-pasted it from his wikipedia. (btw if u cant view the pic it means u're reading this on facebook and if u wanna see it u have to click "view original post" at the bottom of the window. thank you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so anyway, who is this *ctrl+v* Chiwetel Ejiofor ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hm. watch 2012. u'll know. ^^&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;.. ok fine i'll tell you. he plays the scientific advisor to the President in the movie 2012. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;geology. is. awesome. at least the movie made it seem that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha, u know, i was watching 2012 just now (i.e yesterday. it's 2:11 am now) and *bam* i realised this was what i've been looking for all my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the point of seeking knowledge is to allow us to appreciate and glorify His magnificence more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, that's how i see it, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it is, 2:14 am. anyone wanna question my blogging habits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha, thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tsk. im just hyped, okay? the movie was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... and well, i've been stuffing all sortsa stuff down my throat, so... i kinda have a stomach ache. ehee~ &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;honeydew juice, salad, mushroom soup, garlic mushroom steak, Gloria Jean's Coffee / cinnamon donut.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.. of course, i cant afford ALL THAT at one go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was my Mummy Shida's treat to celebrate the end of O's. woohoo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aaaand Tarannum class this morning was... cool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no really. srsly cool. too cool. we rly coulda used one less aircon. ahyak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tarannum is fun! and kinda difficult. but fun, so, who cares? X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;........ vivo is so pretty at night...!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha i might have to curtail (is tht the right word?) this entry, just cuz im wide awake doesnt mean my brain's working. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*system going into hibernation mode....*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;good mornight (why's everyone using that word anyway?) everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insight, oh, a fortune for your disaster."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;` Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? - Fall Out Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-1285626828959415131?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1285626828959415131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-only-want-to-sing-you-to-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1285626828959415131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1285626828959415131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-only-want-to-sing-you-to-sleep.html' title='we only want to sing you to sleep.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Swl9rGiOMwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/doA6MqWJZsE/s72-c/ejiofor-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6977759267679396114</id><published>2009-11-20T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:24:20.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... well she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;everyone cheer with me! zaf-fie-rocks! zaf-fie rocks! zaf-fie-roooockss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohoo baby today i watched Music Bank, and andd andd!&lt;br /&gt;SHINEE IS GONE! noooo T_T where did they go? where did onew go?? dont you people pity us SHINEE fans??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.  2pm made up for it with another epic Heartbeat performance.&lt;br /&gt;and F(x)! im starting to like em too. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;and SS501 did Love Like This! heehee. i couldnt be any happier. well actually i can.. i just said that for exaggerration's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. since when did i become a kpop commentator?&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentlemen, we are moooving-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so. we got our report books today. prolly the last time i'll be getting it actually.&lt;br /&gt;owwhh gawdd i am done with school =.= still cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;..and next year is... an entirely different storybook. i cant stand the suspense. i cant i cant i cant *cries*&lt;br /&gt;ok zaf, u cant live in fear till next year. *pats own back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH FINALLY the 5 of us went for chenteng today. usually the group isn't complete. (still ain't complete with Jenniecakes gone, but 5 is as complete as it gets for now)&lt;br /&gt;and well, Fa's sagu did this rly cool jumping trick when Ria patted (slapped?) Fa's elbow.&lt;br /&gt;haha, slapping elbows. that sounds really funny for some reason. anyway,&lt;br /&gt;tkde rezki, Fa. &gt;_&lt; kesiaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh i cant wait for tomorrow! cher Saraahh!!! u iz soo the very the kind to invite us! yeh. sec4 rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. someone gave me my faaave chocs today (refer to blog url - milq-and-qkies hee)&lt;br /&gt;very handsome, very macho one. *batok batok* lmao&lt;br /&gt;tkdelah. thanks,  old friend =) lenkali kasi lagi, okay okay? wooh ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there really isnt much to talk about today. u ppl know how uneventful my life is. hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;i just spent the past few days... cleaning, drawing, cleaning, drawing. more cleaning. ugh, my room. i'll be 99 before it's done =.=&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. once again, ex-xa-ger-ra-tinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, before i sign off, here's a lil treat curtesy of my awsm curly-haired, dimpled friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar Afif says:&lt;br /&gt;*hallo *tilts head*&lt;br /&gt;**breaks neck* .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - єηιgмαтιšм=) says:&lt;br /&gt;*XDXD&lt;br /&gt;*u okay??&lt;br /&gt;**screws head back on* hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar Afif says:&lt;br /&gt;*yeah I'm alright *tightens head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - єηιgмαтιšм=) says:&lt;br /&gt;*alright. just in case.... *fetches gluegun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar Afif says:&lt;br /&gt;*ahh nuuu its hot D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - єηιgмαтιšм=) says:&lt;br /&gt;*tsk ! this'll only take a while..... *aims*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar Afif says:&lt;br /&gt;*erk =.= I dont trust u *shields face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - єηιgмαтιšм=) says:&lt;br /&gt;*aw )=&lt;br /&gt;*u could go all miracle surgeon on me and i can go all glue-gun woman on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar Afif says:&lt;br /&gt;*well thats coz I am a miracle surgeon 8D&lt;br /&gt;*fine &gt;.&gt; try ur best *lifts head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - єηιgмαтιšм=) says:&lt;br /&gt;*YIPPEE! *shoots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar Afif says:&lt;br /&gt;*d'aw it burns!!&lt;br /&gt;*awh man. now I've got a waxy neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - єηιgмαтιšм=) says:&lt;br /&gt;*waiiit *squishes*&lt;br /&gt;**twists*&lt;br /&gt;**gedeboombam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar Afif says:&lt;br /&gt;*ouch =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and that. is one of the many things that happen when az and zaf are bored/tired of drawing/feeling crazy/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobz* I MISS BFF! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"she didn't choose this role, but she'll play it and make it sincere so, you, cry, you, cry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` It's Time To Dance - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-6977759267679396114?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6977759267679396114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-shes-not-bleeding-on-ballroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6977759267679396114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6977759267679396114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-shes-not-bleeding-on-ballroom.html' title='... well she&apos;s not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-5216204104055049834</id><published>2009-11-14T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T04:21:41.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a car underwater with time to kill.</title><content type='html'>welcome to Zaffie's blog! where i talk about trivial, unimportant matters and you read, then contemplate on how boring/nonsensical my rantings are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha well, better (safer) to discuss trivial matters than big, controversial, potentially harmful ones, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i havent been able to blog so guiltlessly and at such ease since.. the last time i had to study..&lt;br /&gt;which was when, again...? oh wait a minute. study? what's that? huh? study? me dont know study! heeehee *halo*&lt;br /&gt;OH YES the sweet, sweet taste of closure. i seriously can't believe O's are over. but they are, so, whoopee! *bounces off walls*&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's enough about The End Of O's. i'm actually getting tired of telling people how happy i am. heh ^.^''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in life, we humans are bound to be stuck between doing what we want and doing what we should. at least once. and i'm pretty sure many of us can relate when i say that once we've made our choice, sometimes u just can't diminish the guilt that comes after. the consequences can be long-lasting.&lt;br /&gt;of course, if we end up doing what we're supposed to, we experience none of that.&lt;br /&gt;because, as some wise guy said, "the greatest calamity is human desire".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buuuut that's not the topic for today.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, since when did my entries have topics anyway? silly old me.&lt;br /&gt;~mooving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the cold 'n rainy season again! all hail extensive cloud-cover, leading to high precipitation and a (slight) drop in temperatures, hence increasing the monthly range!&lt;br /&gt;this, of course, isn't unusual to Singapore as it experiences high annual rainfall thanks to its tropical equatorial climate!&lt;br /&gt;but! this time round it's a lil' colder because of the north-east monsoon winds!&lt;br /&gt;*cough* ok zaf, that's enough of geography. your O's are over, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, who drinks bubble tea during the rainy season anyway? i bet people now flock to mr Bean for warm soya or something. so much for the recent boom in bubble tea franchise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk! where are all these random ideas coming from, anyway? *looks around shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;(that, ladies and gentlemen, is the benefit of writing topicless entries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahhoo! i suddenly feel happy. as opposed to the emo/pissed/irritable mood i've been having all day.&lt;br /&gt;could be due to the much-needed coffee boost i just had.&lt;br /&gt;GAWD. im so cheerful, i dont even find IU's Marshmallow annoying. i even made saffie laugh. which made me laugh too. haha, more skytrain jokes. i love those. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buuut! i doubt this cheerfulness will last long, so. i'll enjoy it while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;haha, why? cause, if i dont make myself busy soon, something bad's probably gonna happen. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you can't turn back the clocks, you can't pull me up from here so don't try."&lt;br /&gt;`Car Underwater - Armor For Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-5216204104055049834?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5216204104055049834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-car-underwater-with-time-to-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5216204104055049834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5216204104055049834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-car-underwater-with-time-to-kill.html' title='In a car underwater with time to kill.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-1876147652119173797</id><published>2009-11-12T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:18:35.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dedication.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOaTAV2_ibM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/lOaTAV2_ibM&amp;hl=en_US&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ceelebrate good times, come on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, sec4pink. our paths part here. *sniff*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok i *know* we're supposed to be happy (who isnt?) but i cant feeling a hint of sadness when i'm reminded of this separation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEC4 PINK, I LOVE YOU! let's not forget each other forever and ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and may Allah bless us with His love and guidance for the long journey ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Credits to my mom for this dedication. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(woohoo, O's are over ^^)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-1876147652119173797?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1876147652119173797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1876147652119173797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1876147652119173797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedication.html' title='A Dedication.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8853804104503020691</id><published>2009-10-31T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:54:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..But you work in a shirt with your nametag on it, drifting apart like a plate tectonic.</title><content type='html'>T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of studying =.=''&lt;br /&gt;and im sick.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really sick. *coughs* *blows nose* *rubs balm onto temples*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography is scaring me senseless. so many things to remember. so many, so many.&lt;br /&gt;and i have yet to go through the pace-around-the-room-reciting-the-book-at-the-top-of-my-lungs ritual.&lt;br /&gt;which i reaaaally dont have the mood to do, because well, *coughs uncontrollably* u know &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is no less frightening i think.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it doesnt help that  keep messing up the S.I units and (was that measured in g or kg? P.a? uhm, newtons is for...? joules or kilojoules? 0.2 m or 20 cm? ...aaand the list goes on)&lt;br /&gt;and, ^%&amp;amp;^$%#^# ZAF u gotta freakin' pay attention to the freakin' question!&lt;br /&gt;how many times has this happened?&lt;br /&gt;and all that was because....?.... zaffie is a lazya$$ when it comes to reading.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* what's happening to you, zaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, thunder just rumbled in the magnificent sky. rain's pouring, aand... my room's pitch dark =.= or at least, as dark as it can get during daytime.&lt;br /&gt;lemme go switch on the light first - oooo teh visual purrple in meh eyess haz been bleached! *blinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh did u know, my computer caught swine flu and had to be rebooted, and now every single precious memory that was in it is, now, ultimately, GONE.&lt;br /&gt;the saddest statement of the century, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo, a really bright flash of lightning zapped into my eyes, and now i feel like storm from the X-Men.&lt;br /&gt;ok, not exactly "zapped into" but u know the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random statement* some people are just contemptuous idiots, dont you agree?  (:&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's what the world's made of, all sorts of people, add colors to life, break the daily tedium.&lt;br /&gt;so, thank you, whoever you are, for making my life more exciting ^^&lt;br /&gt;not saying that im perfect, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thunderclap* how unnerving these sudden explosions of longitudinal vibrations are.&lt;br /&gt;no that wasnt a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, the thing about olevels, is that once a subject is over, u realise its profound absence from your life.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, after years of worrying, there's no need for math practice anymore. and omg i thought i'd never live to see the day where i can just stare at my school books without a single nagging thought that there's work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR O'S! YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm, i cant wait till it's all over, then i'm gonna attack Nani's place and play Guitar Hero till my fingers bleed/i get sick of it! (whichever come first heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH there was this sudden burst of ecstacy in me and now im sooo frick'n happy! *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Great rulers make for a greater glory, the only thing growing is our history"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Oh My God - Mark Ronson feat. Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8853804104503020691?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8853804104503020691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-you-work-in-shirt-with-your-nametag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8853804104503020691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8853804104503020691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-you-work-in-shirt-with-your-nametag.html' title='..But you work in a shirt with your nametag on it, drifting apart like a plate tectonic.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-408218670164342855</id><published>2009-10-28T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:37:05.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; O's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 years of education, and it all boils down to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 more papers. just 9 more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hang in there, zaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-408218670164342855?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/408218670164342855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/408218670164342855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/408218670164342855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/os.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-5582920083085029915</id><published>2009-10-17T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:24:37.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got front row seats to the penitence ball. when i grow up, i want to be nothing at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Stmz8T2G-aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hek1VmspJ4I/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393539877453625762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Stmz8T2G-aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hek1VmspJ4I/s320/DSC01500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice-Kachaaaang. come to meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ERGH ZAF! why are you blogging??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.. because i wanna. *sticks out tongue* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;owhh mommee. how long till olevels are over? *glances at calendar* eeeep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and oh who knew, i can actually be early for something if i tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like the bio pract exam for example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one hour early in some unexplored (by me) region in singapore (i.e:AMK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there was aaabsolutely nothing to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;except explore, study, eat and make faces at random people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay scrap that last one. though it'd be interesting if... uh, pfffffft naaah *waves thought away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i saw Jakky at the MRT station that day! ^.^ teehee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the school was pretty big (expected) it kinda makes you wonder how the government finds that much space despite sg being oversaturated with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... i guess that explains the chicken coops we live in &gt;.&gt; (ok tht was a quote from someone. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;urgh, i dont feel like talking about the practical. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;many thanks to Cher tho, for helping me overcome my hysteria afterwards. X_X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the next day we had both Arab papers, and sat for em at T.B GCE Centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was early (again! woo congratulate me!!!=D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the hall was pretty cool. not as big as the one at expo but still huge enough to overwhelm anyone who's sat for exams in (overcrowded) classrooms all her life =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh! and the chief (i think?) invigilator was the same lady from the malay papers!! =D =D (k zaf no reason to be excited)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*hallooo D8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ρšу¢нσтι¢ яσуαℓту =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*heyya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*arent u supposed to be studying? *knocks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ρšу¢нσтι¢ яσуαℓту =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*ow &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;OH nuuu kantoi gilerrr. ahahahaha &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;k back to topic. OOOHHH i saw Rafiii at the gce centre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeh yeh yeh yeh Raffii rocks =3 lmao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got high together at McD's after the exam. jom ktawe sama2... heeheehee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i tried studying on thurs morning at the library. but for certain reasons i cant concentrate. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ended up wandering around Bedok Central (dont i go anywhere else??? D=) and ended up at NTUC picking out chocolate studybuddies ^.^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;next day was IRK paper 1. i honestly didnt feel like studying for it. but i did anyway. a little. hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Abbasiah! ya Allah, nasib baik i read that part, at least. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;really hoping the HTML doesnt screw up once i post this. please please please for once. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so after the IRK paper the 4 of us went to McD's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...and did the usual only-Farah/Asmaa/Safia-does-this-kinda-thing stuff =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ya, purposely didnt put my name cuz i never really do anything interesting/worth laughing at. ahahaa &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT THAT'S OKAY! i'm a boring person and i'm aware of that. moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shab and ziqah said i have terrible eyebags! nuuu *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so.. eyeaa. there was this funny incident during the IRK paper which i'd rather not mention 'cause it'd be at the expense of someone's dignity. LMAO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the poor kid. and i laughed at 'im. how could you, zaf. *giggles upon remembering incident*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i guess... that'll be all. sorry if you found this boring/a waste of time/etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nniiiieeeeeaaaaaaooooooooww. aeroplane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if you look in the miror and don't like what you see, you can find out first-hand what it's like to be me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`The End - My Chemical Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: okay, the HTML screwed up. dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-5582920083085029915?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5582920083085029915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/youve-got-front-row-to-penitence-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5582920083085029915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5582920083085029915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/youve-got-front-row-to-penitence-ball.html' title='you&apos;ve got front row seats to the penitence ball. when i grow up, i want to be nothing at all.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Stmz8T2G-aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hek1VmspJ4I/s72-c/DSC01500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-5475561664995134388</id><published>2009-10-11T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:36:50.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleach Talk.</title><content type='html'>αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;*lol I can never have a proper fringe coz of my curly hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*straighten&lt;br /&gt;*haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*org lain buat emo straight jer if I try then ppl will ask "whats that? uncooked maggi ah??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;*=.=''&lt;br /&gt;*u want a fringe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol naww =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*rly?&lt;br /&gt;*it's keeeeewl u kno =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*well never tried it yet =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*it's hot tho -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahah&lt;br /&gt;*I want hair like aizen D8&lt;br /&gt;*before and after lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;*the 'after' he use gatsby&lt;br /&gt;*the 'before' he use pantene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahah become superman d xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*yea XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lmao xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*aizen in red briefs *puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*pffft bwahahah XD&lt;br /&gt;*ewww &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*ya i knw riiight&lt;br /&gt;*what kind of hair product does hitsugaya use, i wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol he uses his zanpakutou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAXD&lt;br /&gt;*frozen troz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahah yeah xD&lt;br /&gt;*u should be asking what kenpachi uses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*oh yea D=&lt;br /&gt;*clay ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahhah xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*or.. glue D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol gam gajah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*elephant glue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*yep yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*what about ikkaku? o_O&lt;br /&gt;*wax.&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahah xDD shoe polish&lt;br /&gt;*lol wax XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*wooo shinee =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*yep yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One! Two! One! Two!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Hey Hey Hey - Orange Range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-5475561664995134388?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5475561664995134388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/bleach-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5475561664995134388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5475561664995134388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/bleach-talk.html' title='Bleach Talk.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3218963931122450834</id><published>2009-10-09T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:34:18.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'cause it's 9 in the afternoon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3:55 AM BLUES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*LMAO&lt;br /&gt;*aHAH!&lt;br /&gt;*u took my quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*i got less than 50&lt;br /&gt;**cries like theres no tomorrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*aww D=&lt;br /&gt;*they were kinda difficult -.-&lt;br /&gt;*chill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha k i wanna make mine&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*yay =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*arent we supposed to study &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*yea tht's why&lt;br /&gt;**knocks head*&lt;br /&gt;*my head -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*Haish&lt;br /&gt;**takes a sword and get ready to have a war w/.... facebook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*lmao&lt;br /&gt;**takes f16*&lt;br /&gt;*bombs away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;**runs and shieldzxz*&lt;br /&gt;*kebaboom!&lt;br /&gt;*D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*lmao&lt;br /&gt;*DIE FB DIEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*erm... bff?&lt;br /&gt;*do website die? D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*idk -.-&lt;br /&gt;*they're aliiiiive D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;**zombies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*ARGH *shoots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*no need to shoot&lt;br /&gt;**boards a helicopter and flies away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*ahh wait for me D=&lt;br /&gt;*nvm *grows wings and flies away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*so why should i wait for you if you can fly &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*urs&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*u seemed to have done tht alot -.-&lt;br /&gt;*in the album&lt;br /&gt;*ehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;*serious?&lt;br /&gt;*D=&lt;br /&gt;*like how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*like.. poke ur nose -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*i didnt poke my nose! D=&lt;br /&gt;**argues*&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*ok fine&lt;br /&gt;*u.. touched it&lt;br /&gt;*haha -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha!&lt;br /&gt;**looks at my DP*&lt;br /&gt;*i didnt!&lt;br /&gt;*haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*=.=&lt;br /&gt;*OKAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;*u didnt poke or touch or pinch or screw off or paint ur nose&lt;br /&gt;*aite =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahah! k i just realized&lt;br /&gt;*i did &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*TAH!&lt;br /&gt;*-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. picking up things we shouldn't read, looks like the end of history as we know, it's just the end of the world"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Panic! at The Disco - Nine In The Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3218963931122450834?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3218963931122450834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-its-9-in-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3218963931122450834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3218963931122450834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-its-9-in-afternoon.html' title='&apos;cause it&apos;s 9 in the afternoon....'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-2525838008057812069</id><published>2009-10-05T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:36:17.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i traded forever to just hear you say the sound of my name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SsnLzIRCURI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AbY5fGCnr2k/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389062508378214674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SsnLzIRCURI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AbY5fGCnr2k/s320/DSC01435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feeling dizzy, zaf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*adjusts volume on comp speakers* eh what la, i keep forgetting that im using my ipod -.-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;huhu, i look like a hippie, with my stripy ipod strap and retro ipod jacket 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;speaking of which, does anyone know how to sync songs from ur ipod into ur comp without deleting all ur fave songs into oblivion? seriously. ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. enough of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;uhmm, it's just one of those days where u randomly think about death and wonder wether it was ur last day on earth. what's death like, i wonder. then again, doesn't everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i guess we'll find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so anyway, so far i haven't exactly posted a proper entry. it's probably because-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*checks facebook for updates*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- i've been studying *cough* ehyaaaaa. studying the ways of facebook, it seems. astaghfirullah, zaf. &gt;_&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i &lt;strike&gt;want&lt;/strike&gt; need ONTO headphones T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;recently.. recently. actually, tons of things happened. im just... too lazy to record them all down =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but! it's for the memories! a few months/years down the road i'll look at this and think, "oh! this is what i did on the 1st-5th of october! how nice!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;um. *awkward silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then again, only Allah knows if i'll be alive a few months/years down the road, yeh. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay so, down to business. *scanning memory......* *event found*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i finally saw zah Q again!!! went to her house last thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everyone thought the cute little kid with the (cute hehe) curly hair was a boy, tapi padehal that was Zah Q's daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tepranjat kejap. *makes mental note to buy cute dresses for her if i ever get the chance*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh don't u just love dressing kids?? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;uhh k not. mooooo-ving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CHATMONCHY! it's been months since i heard/read that word. omo i missed em so much *listens*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wurd else? omo, im running out of time. k takpe, later can continue, kalau perlu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IM RETAKING MALAY T_T in fact, we just recieved our entry proofs last week. *bites nails*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we also got our entry proofs for bio/phychem practicals. *bites nails, runs out of nails, bites fingers* ouch &gt;_&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;ok im back. not that u'll know if i was gone, since well... u can't. &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;urm. so what else did i do sempena beraya dengan rakan-rakanku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AH! i met other ex-chers too~ Cher Az and As, both awsome teachers. ohgosh i miss 'em T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cher Azlina, may Allah give you strength and may you get well soon. Amiin. =)&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;haha and one by one we got eliminated in Survivor - Raya version. hilarious XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i fell asleep at Qaqa's place and Nir stole a pic. aw dang *snaps*&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;aarh my nose =.= it's been cold all day and apparently my nose found out somehow. *sneezes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;went to school today! huahua. for one hour. only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;takpe. jihad fisabilil 'ilm. heh. mcm phm seh kite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that reminds me, i haven't done my bio homework.&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*kesiannyer *pats*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol its nothing to complain abt =P&lt;br /&gt;*I'm just whiny as u know =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*not as whiny as me! *waves whiny trophy* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;*And this year's biggest whiner is, Zafirah Jeffrey!! Its ok. we'd prefer skipping ur speech &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*LMAO XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&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;....get your studying gear on, zaf, u're in for one awesome ride. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"don't believe that it's better when you leave everything behind, don't believe that the weather is perfect the day that you die."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;` The Truth About Heaven - Armor For Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zaf&lt;3&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/5665858773709922389-2525838008057812069?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2525838008057812069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-traded-forever-to-just-hear-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2525838008057812069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2525838008057812069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-traded-forever-to-just-hear-you-say.html' title='i traded forever to just hear you say the sound of my name.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SsnLzIRCURI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AbY5fGCnr2k/s72-c/DSC01435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-45548033187186868</id><published>2009-10-03T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:47:37.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>already gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SseMNwB4GII/AAAAAAAAAI8/4UeNxmG5zbE/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388429647031048322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SseMNwB4GII/AAAAAAAAAI8/4UeNxmG5zbE/s320/DSC01485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;yum.=D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Чεlloωραиdα says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahah XD&lt;br /&gt;*lol tak habis habis u dgn iris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*SAFIA lah &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dah jangkit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Чεlloωραиdα says:&lt;br /&gt;*lepas ni teeth pulak &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slap ur teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha how to slap teeth?? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Чεlloωραиdα says:&lt;br /&gt;*lolol masa ur friends sibok gelak tampar je lah&lt;br /&gt;*then can trade with the tooth fairy for lots of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha eeeshk spol jek aku nih&lt;br /&gt;*LMAO&lt;br /&gt;*tkde keje -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Чεlloωραиdα says:&lt;br /&gt;*lmao best per&lt;br /&gt;*easy money&lt;br /&gt;*sehari 5 gigi, 5 ringgit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*&gt;_&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;*sikit nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Чεlloωραиdα says:&lt;br /&gt;*by the end of the year, u'll have a whole lot of money then ur whole school no more teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Чεlloωραиdα says:&lt;br /&gt;*class photo yg power punya! &gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;*caya lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*cannot imagine sia&lt;br /&gt;*nuu i love my teeth -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Чεlloωραиdα says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol urs simpan lah =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*mine aje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Чεlloωραиdα says:&lt;br /&gt;*kk weird convo =.=&lt;br /&gt;*urs je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - ∂συвℓє єηтєη∂яє =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*i know right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;*-.-&lt;br /&gt;*k change topic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and i want you to know, you couldn't have loved me better, but i want you to move on, so i'm already gone"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-45548033187186868?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/45548033187186868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/already-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/45548033187186868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/45548033187186868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/10/already-gone.html' title='already gone'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SseMNwB4GII/AAAAAAAAAI8/4UeNxmG5zbE/s72-c/DSC01485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-4936064221742017897</id><published>2009-09-23T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:15:58.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont wanna be without you boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNpi6roSKqw&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/eNpi6roSKqw&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah i rly wish i was there. haha. GD looks adorable in that mouse hat thing. and omg Daesung at 2:05 !! *melts*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-4936064221742017897?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4936064221742017897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-wanna-be-without-you-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4936064221742017897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4936064221742017897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-wanna-be-without-you-boy.html' title='i dont wanna be without you boy'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-749167277730365703</id><published>2009-09-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:12:12.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling slowly, eyes that know me.</title><content type='html'>αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*bahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*rahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*ape lah&lt;br /&gt;*ahh bahh tahh&lt;br /&gt;*-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*who taught u ur alphabet? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*come i blasah him/her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*my mom ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha&lt;br /&gt;*OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*k nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*im laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;*XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*clarence taught me my alphabet C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;**rolls up sleeves* come come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;**halo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*lmao! XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*yay! i dwaw me ! then all become cyute2 like me oso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahah XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*(so not. zaffie prasan....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*zaffie cute =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*nuu&lt;br /&gt;*azzie cute =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*nuuu&lt;br /&gt;*zaffie cute =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*nuu&lt;br /&gt;*azzie cute =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*nuu&lt;br /&gt;*zaffie cute =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*nuu&lt;br /&gt;*azzie cute =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*&gt;.&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*(this can go on forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*zaffie lagi cute =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*azzie lagi cute!! =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*zaffie paling cute =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*aw dam&lt;br /&gt;*-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahah&lt;br /&gt;*yay zaffie cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= ρнуяєαвυηηιℓℓα - є¢¢єηтяι¢ =) says:&lt;br /&gt;**clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;*(kalau orang bace ni comferm menyampah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;αzziε says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol tu lah =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"take this sinking boat and point it home, we still got time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-749167277730365703?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/749167277730365703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-slowly-eyes-that-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/749167277730365703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/749167277730365703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-slowly-eyes-that-know-me.html' title='Falling slowly, eyes that know me.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-4149983800111868989</id><published>2009-09-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:52:39.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror mirror hanging on the wall, you don't have to tell me who's the biggest fool of all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SrelMTclphI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3PAh38dyBT8/s1600-h/phyreabunnilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383953510341912082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SrelMTclphI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3PAh38dyBT8/s320/phyreabunnilla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha, that seemed like the only.. uhh, presentable pic of me this raya.&lt;br /&gt;meh dress is ubber cool (and ubber expensive too) wasn't meant for me or to be worn on raya in the first place, but stuff happened, and tada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be blogging during study breaks, so i think this one's gonna take some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuyooooh, takle angs. my body's aching, but my brain insists on studying.&lt;br /&gt;actually, my brain's tired too.&lt;br /&gt;so.. which part of me is forcing myself to study?&lt;br /&gt;*groans* *blinks* *stretches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh so today i finally visited Yai Zali in JB. after repeated (and unanswered) invites. finally, finally ^^&lt;br /&gt;woohooooo JB houses r awesum =D me liiiiike many many.&lt;br /&gt;just the houses though, not much the surroundings, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we piled into uncle DD's car at like 11am and headed off.&lt;br /&gt;sharky and my bro played drawing games. batree ajak maen peek-a-boo from the front seat.&lt;br /&gt;my cousins are so CUTE! *melts*&lt;br /&gt;.. and then it was back to filling white cards in a moving vehicle which isn't so much fun 'cause you cant use correction tape.&lt;br /&gt;imagine the embarrassment if the guy/girl at the immigration cant read ur writing =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast-forwaaaaaaaaaaaard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentlemen, this is going to be a long and boring entry. you are encouraged to tune out before you realise that reading this is a waste of time and so feel tempted to kill the author. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. yeah. visited two houses in JB. for the first time we didnt raya with woodlands being the center of attraction (long story).&lt;br /&gt;but it was meriah all the same. i think im finally learning to talk to my cousins!! lmao. (zaf, you're lame beyond belief.)&lt;br /&gt;woo Cik Nurul masak BEST!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;fulermaak. powerr! =D =D =D =D kenyang gigirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, i tried to study. failed =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yai Li's house was really cool too.&lt;br /&gt;awesome mediterranean (did i spell it right? XD) decor.&lt;br /&gt;you know, there was this bedroom that could be converted into a kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;like, there's a stove in the room as well as a bed.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if that's the origin of sleep-cooking (if it exists lol) (lame x 1000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yea, ummi wants me to make a dental appointment. *makes mental note* lol random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aoh. i totally can't relate to the song i'm listening to right now. kinda. a little. uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SO what were we talking about?&lt;br /&gt;ohhyeaaa. raya.&lt;br /&gt;there were all these kids going from house to house asking for duit raya.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i've seen that in sg a few times. but rarely. huh, guess it's more common in mal. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa pics! woohoo! *is happy* hahahaha like i need to say im happy, i obviously am.&lt;br /&gt;temporarily anyway. ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study, zaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, this entry's pretty long, compared to my most recent ones. and on a schoolnight, too. bravo, zaf =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mirror mirror i wish you could lie to me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Mirror Mirror - M2M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-4149983800111868989?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4149983800111868989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-mirror-hanging-on-wall-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4149983800111868989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4149983800111868989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-mirror-hanging-on-wall-you-dont.html' title='mirror mirror hanging on the wall, you don&apos;t have to tell me who&apos;s the biggest fool of all.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SrelMTclphI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3PAh38dyBT8/s72-c/phyreabunnilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-2245880198801328705</id><published>2009-09-20T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:27:47.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't sleep; are you like me?</title><content type='html'>[2:35 AM] irritating alarm ring pierces into my dreams and forks me out into the conscious world. arrgh nevermind, *fingers find snooze button* *click/beep/ whatever sound it makes, it doesnt make a sound really* zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3:02 AM] .... and off goes the alarm again! (it's been going off at 3-minute intervals actually, i just never noticed), a nagging thought pulls the edges of my sleep-ridden mind. "...study.." i tell myself, okay, i'll get up now. i'll.. get up.... and........ st..u...d..............zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3:06 AM] alarm repeats itself, getting really pissed off with me. a more mind-jolting thought pushes me right off the bed. *bump i go onto the floor, ow my butt* *picks self up, staggers to desk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SOB* i iz upset. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upset or not, must study. *superlong argh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if you're shedding tears, just like my reflection in the mirror, if you've thought of me even once, can you run to me and embrace me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Stay Together - 2ne1 (translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-2245880198801328705?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2245880198801328705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-sleep-are-you-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2245880198801328705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2245880198801328705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-sleep-are-you-like-me.html' title='i can&apos;t sleep; are you like me?'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-2934313118186084392</id><published>2009-09-19T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:16:32.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Lebaran.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SrUZkUcMfpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/oUo6JHG6aWc/s1600-h/raya_ketupat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383237041344249490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SrUZkUcMfpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/oUo6JHG6aWc/s320/raya_ketupat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. this year im graced with the duty of studying (yay!) during raya celebrations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... i was also graced with the wisdom to eat lauk raya at 1.30am. now, im full and i can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i'll say it one more time here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to everyone/anyone who's reading this right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you'll forgive (and forget) my past mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know that i regret every single one of them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope we will be able to start on a new clean slate this blessed Syawal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(insert raya song quote here. im too tired to think)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zaf&lt;3&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/5665858773709922389-2934313118186084392?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2934313118186084392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/salam-lebaran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2934313118186084392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2934313118186084392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/salam-lebaran.html' title='Salam Lebaran.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SrUZkUcMfpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/oUo6JHG6aWc/s72-c/raya_ketupat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-7905293814841257676</id><published>2009-09-14T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:47:00.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'll fly, fly across the sky, and i'll leave, leave it all behind.</title><content type='html'>Park Hee Hee. my korean name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. it's 3:42 a.m. these late nights are slow suicide i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;and my entry just now just got cancelled so i malas nak type balek lah. sheesh -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approx 4 and a quarter hours to Tauhid paper.&lt;br /&gt;yes Az, im gonna go get some rest now k? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt feel like it's raya season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss someone so bad, i could die from the heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry poundcake is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'll disappear, take flight on the wings of wishing you were here"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Awakening - Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-7905293814841257676?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/7905293814841257676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-ill-fly-fly-across-sky-and-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7905293814841257676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7905293814841257676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-ill-fly-fly-across-sky-and-ill.html' title='and i&apos;ll fly, fly across the sky, and i&apos;ll leave, leave it all behind.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-9049618683480094026</id><published>2009-09-12T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:38:04.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are we all wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SqwT7_Edm6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bwQAw_wEa3M/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380697576064261026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SqwT7_Edm6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bwQAw_wEa3M/s320/DSC01357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cool anot? haha. taken around 6+pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of which, it's 5:35am and i havent slept all night. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers and not the other way around"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`Bang The Doldrums - -Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&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/5665858773709922389-9049618683480094026?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/9049618683480094026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-we-all-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/9049618683480094026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/9049618683480094026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-we-all-wrong.html' title='are we all wrong?'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SqwT7_Edm6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bwQAw_wEa3M/s72-c/DSC01357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-7140566991316687307</id><published>2009-09-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:17:42.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i really love you, i really want you, and i hate that i can only see you from afar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sqk_-h9DYII/AAAAAAAAAH8/lyTJjBupSSs/s1600-h/20090813_gdragon_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379901573369651330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sqk_-h9DYII/AAAAAAAAAH8/lyTJjBupSSs/s320/20090813_gdragon_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;*sigh* GD =3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPUN SARANGHETO SHIJAKDWE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice. 2:00 AM. okay. *blogs*&lt;br /&gt;let the crap-talking begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. *gulps hazlenut coffee* gosh, that stuff is... pure joy A_A&lt;br /&gt;umhmm. getting high. which is essential for boosting ur studying attitude.&lt;br /&gt;well mine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;let's just ignore the fact that i've enormously disrupted my sleeping pattern (i.e: sleeping at 5 and waking up at 12, i tend to take the holls for granted sshh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-random- HTML is annoying *shoots*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahah. i've been shooting many -cough- stuff lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-even more random- i just love late nights, don't you? *looking out window*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;due to the really short gap between this and the last post, im not really sure what to blog about, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i should be freaking out about my lack of volcabulary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and my lack of.. studying for next week's examssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&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;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i have so many highlighters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Beauty is overrated. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;come gimme some =3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;naaah!&lt;br /&gt;amek ni sme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Beauty is overrated. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;yay! *takes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;k go go use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Beauty is overrated. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*using*&lt;br /&gt;*draws on face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Beauty is overrated. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;lol :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&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;colors make studying alot more enjoyable, don't you agree? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IMY BFF. -randomest ever-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&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;em&gt;"a boy meets a girl, and they begin to fall in love, their unspeakable love becomes an echo, and love begins again"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;` Romeo + Juliette - SHINee (translation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-7140566991316687307?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/7140566991316687307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-love-you-i-really-want-you-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7140566991316687307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7140566991316687307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-love-you-i-really-want-you-and.html' title='i really love you, i really want you, and i hate that i can only see you from afar.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sqk_-h9DYII/AAAAAAAAAH8/lyTJjBupSSs/s72-c/20090813_gdragon_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8316031205998955991</id><published>2009-09-09T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:25:01.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangsang nan tollyeo, I Love You Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bSYKOZSwuA&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/_bSYKOZSwuA&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;best 2ne1 performance to-date. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8316031205998955991?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8316031205998955991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/hangsang-nan-tollyeo-i-love-you-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8316031205998955991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8316031205998955991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/hangsang-nan-tollyeo-i-love-you-forever.html' title='Hangsang nan tollyeo, I Love You Forever.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6267432589821485417</id><published>2009-09-08T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:17:14.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24/7 itte mirya heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SqaYlIVBFJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pemKlv-cuLA/s1600-h/DSC01336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379154568598852754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SqaYlIVBFJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pemKlv-cuLA/s320/DSC01336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; apesal eh zaffie, bulan puase, ko upload gamba makanan. asek makanaaaaaaaaaaan je. ishk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, i dont really know what to blog about. it's just.... long time since i last blogged, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. 'long time' eh. i doubt i can remember the last time i blogged (probably cuz my brain cells are dying at a faster rate than usual... lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let's see. i remember... wasting time over the weekend..&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i went to the bazaar with Fra and Ria last friday.&lt;br /&gt;we saw... lotsa blingbling see-through clothes. laughoutloud.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously -.- it's like, double-ouch-my-eyes cuz it's double the pain. u get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! i slept over at grannie's over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH. nintendo wii FTW. i played till like 12++. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;boxing took the cake. or more like, the blow.&lt;br /&gt;haha k im talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. boxing was my fave. tho it left my arms aching for days. till now even. ouch ouch *rubs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ey! it's 2:02 am in the sunnysunny (so not) morning in singapore! awesome, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i missed sahur this morning. absolutely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;i better sleep before i miss it again. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urh. zaffie is really scared. and worried. and nervous. inni ash'uru bi shiddatil qalaq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like cocktail. i like hazlenut coffee even more. yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what u get from me at 2am. random, unrelated thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to give kitty back his book. maybe i'll teleport it to his house. or something.&lt;br /&gt;selenge ko zaf. haritu bukannye nk kasi balik. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone, should i go shopping tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;(nagging in back of head) noo.. gotta study.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urh. and so ends today's post. i guess. huahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the world is so colorless"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`My Heaven - Big Bang (translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-6267432589821485417?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6267432589821485417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/247-itte-mirya-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6267432589821485417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6267432589821485417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/247-itte-mirya-heaven.html' title='24/7 itte mirya heaven.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SqaYlIVBFJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pemKlv-cuLA/s72-c/DSC01336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3424044373569344901</id><published>2009-09-03T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:42:08.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wassuup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sp--F1fWcFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YzEcPKwIB_s/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377225487570858066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sp--F1fWcFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YzEcPKwIB_s/s320/DSC01296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ohmygod it's the giraffe that guards my chemistry papers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... today was pretty funny actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.... if you didn't count the exam papers that is......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm. speaking of 'funny' and 'exam papers',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i guess there were a few occasions where i.. kinda.. laughed at the questions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..hey! cher was being funny okay. okay. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANYWAY, today was funny because.....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oho. our usual randomness. i never get tired of it =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so right, we all know how Ria's burn on her arm has been a pain. well of course it's a pain, it's a burn for heaven's sake! D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANYWAY she asked fra to hold her wrist lah kan, a good substitute for scratching as well as a protection from any further damage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so then, the following happened.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ria: nak gi toilet... *heads to toilet, dragging fra with her*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fra: *?!?! face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*me, Saf and Sma standing outside, waiting*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: banyak scandal uh diorang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sma: *pokes head in toilet* (shocked tone) OI! KORANG BUAT APE KAT DALAM SITU?! O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me and saf: *lmao-ing* XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, then on the way downstairs Ria pointed out a piece of blu-tac stuck to the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sma and Saf were like "eeee".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's just blu-tac lah seh &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and that free show joke Saffie made. haha. that was lame okay. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so then we stepped out of the shade of the school building, and into the blinding light of the noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fabada-a yaduuru hiwaaran baiynanaa......:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saf: im melting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: im evaporating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saf: abeh ade the intestines sume.. the blood.. (or at least i think she said something like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ria: abeh baju dier float2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sma: become angel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah. dont u just love the fact that we're lame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANYWAY, yeah. i laughed alot today i guess. hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rly enjoyed myself =)) despite it being exam period =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You want fame? playing your stupid little game, you should check your girl's phone that's my face on the frame."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;` The Leaders - GDragon feat CL and Teddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/5665858773709922389-3424044373569344901?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3424044373569344901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/wassuup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3424044373569344901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3424044373569344901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/09/wassuup.html' title='wassuup?'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sp--F1fWcFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YzEcPKwIB_s/s72-c/DSC01296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8749671046144131458</id><published>2009-08-30T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:39:29.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku mengharapkan Ramadhan kali ini penuh makna</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTE3MDE3OTQ2NTYmcHQ9MTI1MTcwMTc5NjUwMCZwPTc1MjgxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed height="530" name="rmddraw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://www.ratemydrawings.com/rmdEmbedp.swf" scale="showall" flashvars="id=442933&amp;amp;u=-stickeepawz-&amp;amp;t=white ~&amp;amp;d=/2009/03/06/4429/&amp;amp;bgh=&amp;amp;bg=&amp;amp;tv=201" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kehidupan yang kau lalui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiada bererti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Namun kau masih tak menyedari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila wajahmu pucat lesu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terbujur kaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bimbang hidup kau kan berakhir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tidakkah kau tahu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dia yang Maha Kuasa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;masihkah tak mengerti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiada hidup tanpaNya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lalu kau pun tunduk membisu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sejuta ketakutan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bayangkan dosamu bagai lautan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haraplah diberi peluang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;umur yang panjang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kau kan jadi hamba yang sejati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allah maha pengasih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allah maha pengampun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kembalilah kepada fitrahmu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ramadhan mubarak, everyone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Tak ingin ku biarkan Ramadhan berlalu saja"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;` Harapan Ramadhan - Raihan ft Man Bai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8749671046144131458?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8749671046144131458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/ku-mengharapkan-ramadhan-kali-ini-penuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8749671046144131458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8749671046144131458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/ku-mengharapkan-ramadhan-kali-ini-penuh.html' title='Ku mengharapkan Ramadhan kali ini penuh makna'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6749166915314873795</id><published>2009-08-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:49:42.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are So Far From You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SpidalLF8CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I-7Hi-0gXxA/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375219235247484962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SpidalLF8CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I-7Hi-0gXxA/s320/DSC01213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHO WANTS TO KNOW. THIS DRINK IS LYCHEE-FLAVOURED. WITH RED PEARLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saffie wants me to blog about yesterday's &lt;em&gt;incident&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before anything, let's summarise whatever that needs to be summarised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;uhh.. what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol. k. puase2 ni kan, i dont rly make sense when i talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but isn't that what u people like about meh?!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(err no?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;k whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*glancing at calendar* so far so good. prelims are half over. and apparently none of the past papers made me half as suicidal as during mid-years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm. except maybe geo. (note to self: get a smoother pen to increase writing speed next time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh and if anyone wants to know, i had my english Orals yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;spelt with a capital O. cuz it's O level Orals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think, one of the examiners noticed me pointing out his &lt;em&gt;Shinee&lt;/em&gt; head to saf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. ha. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;examiner: so.. if you were to become a reporter, what kind of stories would you like to write about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: (after spewing loads of crap, running out of ideas) uhh.. i'd like to do celebrity gossip as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;examiner: *scoff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL. and that was the shinee examiner okay. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. moving on to the&lt;em&gt; incident&lt;/em&gt;.(yes safia finally =P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;setting: on the sidewalk, otw to Geylang Meth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: KHAIRIAH! (shouting, attracting attention. im not gonna say why i called her name tho. the only one who's should be embarrassed here is me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ria: *turns*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: pu- *trips on invisible (but huge) bump on sidewalk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Safia (and a few others): *laughs head off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol. safia said she bet i'll be laughing when i blog about it. and guess what? i am! hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the funny thing about tripping is that it's never expected (to the trippee anyway) =.=''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"what's the worst thing i could say? things are better if i stay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`Helena - My Chemical Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-6749166915314873795?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6749166915314873795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-so-far-from-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6749166915314873795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6749166915314873795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-so-far-from-you.html' title='We Are So Far From You.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SpidalLF8CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I-7Hi-0gXxA/s72-c/DSC01213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6481843764485224306</id><published>2009-08-23T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:11:13.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i said i'd definitely forget, i promised goodbye, but -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SpIgTTwCaJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YpRGMaGyOIc/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373392821497784466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SpIgTTwCaJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YpRGMaGyOIc/s320/DSC01397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nenek: firah puase ke tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: tak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nenek: ah, makan lah ape yg ade. *chuckle*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: *glances at kitchen* er.. mcm takde aje =.=''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. apelah nasibku. tak puase pon mcm org puase. haiz =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol and on friday Saffie was like, "so zafirah.. any &lt;em&gt;incidents &lt;/em&gt;happen during the practical?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahah. were my mid-year accidents that popular?? sheesh =.=''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. had Eng1 and Arab1 prelims today. and it didnt help that towards the end of the English paper i had this reeeaaaally strong urge to go pee =.=''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh, i also said to someone this morning, "you look shorter today- oh no wait it's just your hair"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha seriously - who knew cutting your hair can do so much as alter your height? *evil chuckle* *winkwink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"just like before... i want to hear your voice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Stay Together - 2ne1 (translation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: i miss you so much Az dear. *tear drop*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-6481843764485224306?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6481843764485224306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-said-id-definitely-forget-i-promised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6481843764485224306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6481843764485224306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-said-id-definitely-forget-i-promised.html' title='i said i&apos;d definitely forget, i promised goodbye, but -'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SpIgTTwCaJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YpRGMaGyOIc/s72-c/DSC01397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-5889504336442747421</id><published>2009-08-21T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:32:06.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that i miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/So5Vi4WH1tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0fMyRZRe-fg/s1600-h/sec4pink+potluck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372325463228667602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/So5Vi4WH1tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0fMyRZRe-fg/s320/sec4pink+potluck2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glucose! oh, sugar sugar &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't believe 10 years are almost over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you sec four pink, thank you maarifians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for your support in the past decade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the wonderful moments, the laughter, the pain, the everything that we endured together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i promise all of that won't go to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we won't forget each other. right bambinas? ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ehehe, except kalau amnesia tu lain cite uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i cant be more grateful for today =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pasta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cupcake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agar2,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cocktail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loveletters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brownies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oreo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;potato chips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mee goreng (even though UFO dah amek but still thanks nenek ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;longan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;langsat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sambosa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;epok2,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seaweed! (ehe, puji diri sendiri nampak, zaffie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dadeh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what else? see lar, so much food just now, sampai tak teringat sume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, korangg. prelim blaja betol2, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ilysm &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and what i notice is this: i come up with something new every single time that i sit and reminisce"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;`Part Of The List - Ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-5889504336442747421?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5889504336442747421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5889504336442747421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5889504336442747421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-i-miss.html' title='things that i miss.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/So5Vi4WH1tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0fMyRZRe-fg/s72-c/sec4pink+potluck2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-4635788361075985418</id><published>2009-08-16T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:23:06.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZIHCFtLbCR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZIHCFtLbCR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey, sorry i havent been updating. been pretty busy, like everyone else, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i hope u people will find this vid entertaining. MINZY &lt;33&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-4635788361075985418?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4635788361075985418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4635788361075985418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4635788361075985418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-care.html' title='I Don&apos;t Care.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8625397463605888479</id><published>2009-08-08T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:37:42.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i knew what i know today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sn1tMCnkq5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4y1T4UxMPA4/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367566384524209042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sn1tMCnkq5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4y1T4UxMPA4/s320/DSC01045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh, okay. it's like that picture's jinxed or something. everytime i put it at the beginning of an entry, i tend to get distracted in the middle of typing and end up not posting anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, i don't believe in jinxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, here i go ~  ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to my relief, they didnt ask for the green temp card at the school gates yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that it really mattered.. i didnt exactly see the point of coming cuz we had to sit at the back and u can barely see the stage from there. sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we snapped plenty of pictures! haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not much to talk about really. i just suddenly couldnt think of anything &gt;_&gt;''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except that OHMYGOD prelims are coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;URGH okay study. i'll post something more substantial when i get the inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh it's dangerous, so out of line, to try and turn back time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurt - Christina Aguilera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zaf&lt;3&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/5665858773709922389-8625397463605888479?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8625397463605888479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-only-i-knew-what-i-know-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8625397463605888479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8625397463605888479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-only-i-knew-what-i-know-today.html' title='if only i knew what i know today.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sn1tMCnkq5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4y1T4UxMPA4/s72-c/DSC01045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-4381808297010611222</id><published>2009-08-01T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:43:19.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know good and where you're good for nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SnP96OjPfJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-nYFBUGjTvc/s1600-h/DSC01146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364910757908544658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SnP96OjPfJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-nYFBUGjTvc/s320/DSC01146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod marshmallows D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah. it's 1.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;yes. i've been taking meds again. and i drank coffee. so im pretty much wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't study in the day cuz i was stuck with my bro the whole day. cannot tarkeez mah!&lt;br /&gt;LOL! k. i know lotsa people mix english and malay. but english and arabic?&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh well. at least i'm learning. &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok ow. my hand hurts. i'm taking a break from writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(by typing?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(won't that make it worse?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(-__-'')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;muahahaha lolz.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE SANDARA PARK. SHE'S SO ADORABLE. OH EM GEE. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i know you're a villain but i can't stop this feelin"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`Good Girls Like Bad Boys - Jadyn Maria ft Flo Rida&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-4381808297010611222?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4381808297010611222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-good-and-where-youre-good-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4381808297010611222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4381808297010611222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-good-and-where-youre-good-for.html' title='i know good and where you&apos;re good for nothing.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SnP96OjPfJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-nYFBUGjTvc/s72-c/DSC01146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-7473243410785725338</id><published>2009-07-31T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:16:19.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>timetables!!</title><content type='html'>O LEVEL PRELIMS TIMETABLE FOR SEC 4 PINK 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs 20/8 ---- Biology Practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 21/8 ----- Phychem Practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon 24/8 ------ Arabic 1 / English 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues 25/8 ----- IRK 1 / Geography 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 26/8 ----- E. Math 1 / Phychem MCQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs 27/8 ---- Biology 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 28/8 ----- IRK 2 / Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon 31/8 ----- Geography 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 2/9 ----- Arab 2 / A. Math 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs 3/9 ----- E.Math 2 / Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 4/9 ----- A.Math 2 / English 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAHADAH TIMETABLE SEC 4 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 14/9 ----- Al-Qur'an (tilawah) / Fiqh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues 15/9 ----- Tauhid / Hadith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 16/9 ----- Tafsir / Al-Qur'an (shafawi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs 17/9 ----- Arabic / Al-Qur'an (s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 18/9 ----- Tarikh Islami / Qur'an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bows* that is all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-7473243410785725338?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/7473243410785725338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/timetables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7473243410785725338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7473243410785725338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/timetables.html' title='timetables!!'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6433607690638748293</id><published>2009-07-30T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:08:45.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you played the part, and like a star you played it so well.</title><content type='html'>"hang on, i'm bueno-ing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! ok. FIRST OF ALL, thank youu soo much Masyi for the prezzy. jazakillah. it's wonderful. ilysm muah muah muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-k dah cukop, zaffie.&lt;br /&gt;-ehcukop ehcukop ehcukop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i just swallowed cough syrup. so, it's only a matter of time before i drop &lt;strike&gt;dead&lt;/strike&gt; unconsious on the ke..y.b..o..ard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pinches self* ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock.&lt;strike&gt; (shigani heulodwo!)&lt;/strike&gt; running outta time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this'll be really fast. a quick summary of what i've been up to these psat few days. i owe my readers that much at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(what readers? *crickets*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, ust S chose the most beautiful time to dump on us an OHA (Outrageous Homework Assignment)&lt;br /&gt;why outrageous?&lt;br /&gt;hah. ask the people who did it, u'll know.&lt;br /&gt;"argh... my hand still hurts.." "ow... my neck..." "i slept at 3am because of this..."&lt;br /&gt;k. the last two were from me.&lt;br /&gt;first one came from... saffie... and dee... and... lotsa other people. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surely u're dying to know what this homework assignment was, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggle* okay okay i'll tell u. (eh prasan!)&lt;br /&gt;Surah as-sajdah + translation. whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;actually we were supposed to submit on the day itself. but.. haha. sshh. everyone was complaining and ust wasn't there anyway, so we all finished it at home loooorrhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect timing!!!! gosh! i got home at like 8!! then i haven't finish my bio notes summore!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. chill zaf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. speaking of bio notes, congratulate me, everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;haha, cause I FINALLY FINISHED REPRO IN HUMANS! OH MY GOD! I CANT BELIEVE I FINISHED IT! I THOUGHT I'D NEVER FINISH IT!&lt;br /&gt;i've been putting off the chapter on repro in humans since May.&lt;br /&gt;well, i started in May. then i kinda gave it the cold shoulder throughout June, and finally finished it... yesterday. muehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come ooon. who likes that topic? &lt;strike&gt;(i can think of a few people actually)&lt;/strike&gt; *cough*&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't have done it without.. Hal!!&lt;br /&gt;thank you soo much for printing the diagrams for me! oh my god u rock Halimah! lol X)&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, get well soon aite, hal? we all miss ur genius in class =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! i'd also like to ucapkan get well soon to the following people:&lt;br /&gt;Saffie,&lt;br /&gt;Shab,&lt;br /&gt;Ha,&lt;br /&gt;Nadi,&lt;br /&gt;Fari,&lt;br /&gt;Ayie,&lt;br /&gt;Jennie,&lt;br /&gt;Wyda,&lt;br /&gt;Ficky,&lt;br /&gt;Lily,&lt;br /&gt;omg who else didn't come today? &gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt; 10="27"&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay..! tomorrow's friday!! hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah k i just remembered. tomorrow gotta bring Tauhid file.. health booklet (thanks kawanku for not telling me)... and monehh for physics TYS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off. ily everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"before you know it, the curtain closes, take a look around, there's no one in the crowd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;`Take a Bow - Leona Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-6433607690638748293?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6433607690638748293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-played-part-and-like-star-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6433607690638748293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6433607690638748293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-played-part-and-like-star-you.html' title='you played the part, and like a star you played it so well.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-9206746920729199465</id><published>2009-07-24T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:30:32.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SmoEqQI1xaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ve4ATCTBZnM/s1600-h/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362103430271059362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SmoEqQI1xaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ve4ATCTBZnM/s320/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mine's on the right =))) many thanks to the person who treated me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;good morning everyone.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh gosh. see, this is why i dont like meds very much. im wide awake at 3am. why? meds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so im gonna grab this chance to blog. since no one's online for me to chat with. ahaha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;did i mention my extremely wonderful experience watching half blood prince?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohh yes. it was lovely, briliant, magnificent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok. those who already know what happened would know that i was being sarcastic.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, it started off with the guy in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohmygosh i can't freaking see over his (superlarge) head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u know, they should do a height check for cinema patrons. so that the supertall (And not to mention huge) people won't block the way for other innocent viewers (like myself) who didn't do anything to deserve such a torment -.-''&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. that was a mouthful. aite. moving on...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the guy next to me fell asleep! can u believe that?? i mean, how can anybody fall asleep in a HP movie??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;o..kay... so it's kinda difficult to appreciate if u're not an avid follower of HP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...and... as my brother said, there wasn't much action in this movie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but, oh my god. imagine me leaning forward in my seat (the only way to see over humpty dumpty) and then the person next to me goes"zzzzzzz"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*eye twitch* *nudges snoring guy* lol ok. he woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then he yawned, and his breath made me gag o_o holy crap has this guy even heard about oral hygeine??&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. i screamed at one point during the movie. i was already anticipating it. or maybe that was because i screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh... u know, that part. THAT part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok ok if u havent seen the movie u might wanna skip these next few lines..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u know, i was going "ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod the hand's gonna come out and grab him... ohmygod any time now any time now- EEEEEEEEEEP!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i heard a bunch of girls behind laughing. i wasn't sure if they were laughing at me, but the might as well have been. =.=''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;see? this is why i don't watch horror movies at the cinema. (also i'm a pure-blood scaredy cat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. one thing about fever (and eating meds on an empty stomache i suppose) is that it tends to make u feel kinda.... l iiigh t h eeea d eed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*shaking head violently* oh gosh i have to stay awake -.-'' im not done blogging yet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. i went to the doctor today- err, i mean yesterday. and she told me that i was wearing my mask upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;good thing i was the only patient there at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Doctor Halina is really nice =D&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that i went to school for photo-taking. it's my last year at maarif, so i can't afford to miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i strutted around with my mask thinking "oh cool im a ninja.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha! im serious. those things, if u wear em with the school tudung, can eally make u feel all ninja-y.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then at school Wyda was like... "kite nak saket jugak!! *touches zaffie's hand*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahahaha -.-''&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;photo taking was awesome. we wore these cute masks that Mawi brought. =D&lt;p&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;okay. my head's starting to feel like a balloon. like, if the wind's strong enough, my head'll blow right off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;suffice to say, the lightheadedness is getting worse.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. it's been ages since i uploaded an entry as long as this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually, it's been ages since i uploaded an entry at all D=&lt;p&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;i think i should end it here before my head falls onto the keyboard and messes everything up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=P&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're a regular decorated emergency, the bruises and contrusions will remind me what you did when you wake, you've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame, camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`Camisado - Panic! At The Disco&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-9206746920729199465?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/9206746920729199465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-sure-as-hell-aint-normal-but-we-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/9206746920729199465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/9206746920729199465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-sure-as-hell-aint-normal-but-we-deal.html' title='it sure as hell ain&apos;t normal but we deal, we deal.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SmoEqQI1xaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ve4ATCTBZnM/s72-c/DSC01143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-7125430444552479522</id><published>2009-07-20T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:42:23.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(no subject due to lack of inspiration)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SmR0Gn7QIoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/icVYpgjp5G0/s1600-h/Kang_Dae_Sung_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360537113623274114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SmR0Gn7QIoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/icVYpgjp5G0/s320/Kang_Dae_Sung_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daesung;; cutest BB member. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay. time to rediscover my passion for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG, ZAFFIE, BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. this is going to be a really short entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come onnn. inspire me. goshzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. as i said. this is going to be a really short entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end! (i told u didnt i)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-7125430444552479522?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/7125430444552479522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-subject-due-to-lack-of-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7125430444552479522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7125430444552479522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-subject-due-to-lack-of-inspiration.html' title='(no subject due to lack of inspiration)'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SmR0Gn7QIoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/icVYpgjp5G0/s72-c/Kang_Dae_Sung_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-7969718121671692894</id><published>2009-07-18T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:21:13.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody gonna love me better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SmLG0BeEjsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JAGg4LK_JrU/s1600-h/6488_116818174704_574574704_2134914_2557495_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360065103574372034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SmLG0BeEjsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JAGg4LK_JrU/s320/6488_116818174704_574574704_2134914_2557495_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is it me or do i look kinda tall here?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. ok nvm it's just me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH I CANT BELIEVE I FREAKING MISSED TUITION TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the second time i missed something because i woke up late this month.&lt;br /&gt;first school, now tuition. both realy important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, studying IS important, fyi. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, hmm. i've been pretty busy this week.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, today's the only day that i'm not out from am-pm. and it's sunday. gee, that sure makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to catch harry potter yesterday - no not literally, that's impossible - i mean i watched half blood prince yesterday. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, did anyone borrow my half blood prince book? i can't seem to find it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite. i am so gonna read deathly hallows again. before the movie comes out, after my olevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my olevels. after my o levels. it feels like i'll never get there. it isn't even prelims yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH OKAY IM GONNA STUDY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the abrupt ending. i must make up for my slacking off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i want you to know that you're the only one for me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stickwitu - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Emma Watson is hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-7969718121671692894?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/7969718121671692894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/nobody-gonna-love-me-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7969718121671692894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7969718121671692894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/nobody-gonna-love-me-better.html' title='nobody gonna love me better.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SmLG0BeEjsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JAGg4LK_JrU/s72-c/6488_116818174704_574574704_2134914_2557495_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3048979966680541700</id><published>2009-07-12T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:41:14.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the only one who really knew me at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SlneT-oiGuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n7lZqdo1tWY/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357557666545801954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SlneT-oiGuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n7lZqdo1tWY/s320/DSC01111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PHOTO OF THE DAY: KEBAB ICE CREAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of course, i took plenty of other pictures at Irsyad's carnival today. but so far this one has to be the best =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i mean, how often do you come across a whole stack of kebab chicken on a cone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;never, right? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yea that's right, never.it's physically impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(blah! zaffie's a fake!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it was farah's hand that held the cone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(but it was your hand that snapped the picture! YOUR hand!!!) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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;okaykay, let's move on aite. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today, i arrived 15 mins late for tuition. not bad not bad, im improving. hahaXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that i was supposed 2 go to Irshad's food fiesta/carnival with BFF, but i texted her (in class haha) n she said she wasnt feeling well &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, i msged farah instead (in class as well, ustad pretending not to notice, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i ended up waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and waiting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and waiting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...for farah. =P until my granny called and was like "firah katne? nani dah chop tempat taw!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bes uhh nani. saaayang nani. =D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then, we finally set foot in Irshad. and it was paaacked. as expected. duh. kate carnival lah kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fiza O was there hosting. she was up on stage announcing random stuff. i dun think anyone was listening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but then again, if no one was, how come i noticed her talking? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh ah um. ok moving on. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me n fray ate chicken rice!! haha. kk tkpenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then my grandma was like asking us to fill up these question papers so she n nekcha can get free umbrellas. upah chopkan tempat lah katekan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then there were these neneks who like gave us all the answers. n they were like, "tkpelah, copy jer..." hahaXD so cute XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so then! there were all these cool games right. i'll upload picz of them later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then we met jakky!! hahaXD but i couldnt stay long, had to run to the airport next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CIK IFA!! im gonna miss you D= &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;urgh omg. im so tired. tkmau bobal panjang2. besok skola. haha =P &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i wish i could just make you turn around, turn around and see me cry. there's so much i need to say to you, so many reasons why."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`Take A Look At Me Now - Phil Collins &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3048979966680541700?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3048979966680541700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-only-one-who-really-knew-me-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3048979966680541700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3048979966680541700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-only-one-who-really-knew-me-at.html' title='you&apos;re the only one who really knew me at all.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SlneT-oiGuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n7lZqdo1tWY/s72-c/DSC01111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-4612082620674703241</id><published>2009-07-08T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:25:03.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in theses eyes, more than words, more than anything that i've spoken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SlSQmnWSdSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QXii61VR50c/s1600-h/jiyong-lvcap400-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356064849922258210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SlSQmnWSdSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QXii61VR50c/s320/jiyong-lvcap400-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Jiyong &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aiya. why no one tag me anymore? so sad lei. me not popular anymore izit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha! anyway. there was all this hubbub lately about the class T-shirt size thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was the first thing we talked about in class today. lili was trying to make fari get size 36. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then i sed i was size 34.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then fari was all beserk saying 'tengok tu! kalo de 34 aku ape?! ko nak aku pakai 36?!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha. klaka gler sakk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then when i sed d same thing 2 fray she was like 'wah! keciknye?!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then,, some other censored conversation which i think i shouldnt post here. haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually, everything i just said is censored. so, sorry. haha. too late to stop u from puking &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;idk why i kept singing Gee in school today! i didnt stop going 'naneun naneun babongabayo,&lt;br /&gt;Geudae geudaebakke moreuneun.... babo!! pabo!!! PABONIKA!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;crazy right. yeah i know.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ugh, i just remembered the random korean phrases ria was reciting from her lonely planet phrasebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lool. censored ah tu bende.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;asl nari aku asek ckp bende censored nih?? tk senonoh ehk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aaaaeeeerrgghhhhahhhh. k. let's talk about something else.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today. wednesday. as usual, after Zohor the whole class mcm kene tembak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*o-kay! heads on tables, everyone!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then, wednesday. wednesday. tuition day. went to 7-11. bought mocha. and scalded my tongue with it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. my pencilcase dah bapok! XD XD i love my bapok pencilcase!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kkk. dah dah mepek. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im extremely exhausted. i played air hockey with my uncle yesterday when i was supposed 2 be studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and he beat me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;blahh. kate uncle, kan. dah beruban pon.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AZ! i miss you baby ):&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okeh tu je.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i never wanna be without you, oh no there i go now you know, what i feel about you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;`Now You Know - Hilary Duff&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-4612082620674703241?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4612082620674703241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-theses-eyes-more-than-words-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4612082620674703241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4612082620674703241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-theses-eyes-more-than-words-more.html' title='in theses eyes, more than words, more than anything that i&apos;ve spoken.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SlSQmnWSdSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QXii61VR50c/s72-c/jiyong-lvcap400-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8020615531858354375</id><published>2009-07-06T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:51:12.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This innocence is brilliant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SlHvV_bDjAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2Ggv4ayZF3Q/s1600-h/Jiyong.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355324593001434114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SlHvV_bDjAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2Ggv4ayZF3Q/s320/Jiyong.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;G-Dragon&lt;33&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Garagaragarago, oretachi no way.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;you hear me? i feel lee-thaar-giic.&lt;br /&gt;like a soggy biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;does anyone pity me? anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oh, haha. how respectful of you, asking people for pity on the internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huuuaaauuuuhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i think, i'll sleep a little before House starts later. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the day studying at the library. in the malay section with the wooden tables and chairs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and you know?&lt;br /&gt;the guy sitting opposite me, i could swear he was Raito's twin or something. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the real-life Raito. u know, from Death Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay. malas nak cite panjang2 nari. ngantok urh.&lt;br /&gt;and woohoo school tomorrow lah dei! happyhappyhappyhappyyyyynot.&lt;br /&gt;UST Q!!! WHY DID U LEAVE US?!?! COME BAAAAAAAAACK )=&lt;br /&gt;goddammit. school just ain't the same without her Hadith lessons to look forward to. *sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I found a place so safe not a single tear, The first time in my life and now it's so clear, Feel calm i belong i'm so happy here, It's so strong and now i let myself be sincere, I wouldn't change a thing about it, This is the best feeling."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Innocence - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8020615531858354375?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8020615531858354375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-innocence-is-brilliant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8020615531858354375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8020615531858354375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-innocence-is-brilliant.html' title='This innocence is brilliant.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SlHvV_bDjAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2Ggv4ayZF3Q/s72-c/Jiyong.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8946444409164626286</id><published>2009-07-04T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:43:27.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wanna forget how it feels without -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sk9vgdF5nyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1Po-C3FQxfE/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354621085322682146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sk9vgdF5nyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1Po-C3FQxfE/s320/DSC01025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(insert catchy opening to blog entry here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like.... hmm. Hilary Duff today... *scroll scroll* *click* *Come Clean playing on speakers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was reading my old blog entries today. you know, in search of inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inspires*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*expires*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inspires*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*expires*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... inspiration and expiration are just bio terms for breathing in and out, btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(that means zaffie is breathing.. she's alive and didnt make a random spur-of-the-moment decision to kill herself, people!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mhm yeah yeah. ain't that awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY DAY started at around 6:20 am. aaas eusual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was late for school even tho it started at 8 today. hey, i cant help it if my bowels suddenly decide to disagree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. but then again i was stupid enough to drink that much coffee the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh. i need to cut down on my caffiene. seriously it's not good for my health. for anyone's health actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh gosh i barely paid attention just now. that sux. i think it was something about locals and protective tax thingies and uh..... argh. i dont remember -.-'' and my book's at school -.-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class ended at 9. me and a few others hung around the classroom for a bit. lalala. boring~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i suddenly said "hey Ria let's go LJS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like, starving. so, wee!! (REFER TO PIC ON TOP. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay yummy. and not as expensive as McD's D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then, we were about to study maths (as promised, haha) when this band of kids came in and tried to express themselves to the whole restaurant (in which, i think, they succeeded. SP's LJS is pretty small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, they were really loud okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we moved to Darul. haha. Ria's first time going there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes. we all know how freezing cold darul is -.-''&lt;/div&gt;but it was the only solace from the heat outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. then this really random thing happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this guy came along and asked me if i was from maarif (or something lidat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he asked if i wanted to be his adek angkat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaah? wattheheeeeck? i didnt even know him -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my answer was more or less along the lines of... "er... oh, haha.. dh ade abg angkat... sorry..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0_e *wince wince* &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then, dunnoe lah. me and ria broke more school rules by strutting around here and there in our unis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ria wanted chen teng. but pasar geylang was crowded, as i predicted -.-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... then the Each A Cup at TKC was closed. wth seh =.=''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, yeah. las2 kitorg baaaleekk sudah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told my mom i wanted to study at the library today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she told me to sleep first suaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. guess she noticed how tired i was. i stayed up pretty late last night &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bukan buat aper, basuh pinggan mangkuk. wah chey. anak mithali lahh zaffie =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amiin amiin amiin. X) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeaah. im waiting 4 Az 2 go on. it's been ages since i spent time with my Bff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my other Bff too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol, ILY, BFF! u know who you are =) ilysm &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i wanna stay in love with my sorrow"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Lithium - Evanescence &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8946444409164626286?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8946444409164626286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-wanna-forget-how-it-feels-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8946444409164626286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8946444409164626286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-wanna-forget-how-it-feels-without.html' title='don&apos;t wanna forget how it feels without -'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sk9vgdF5nyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1Po-C3FQxfE/s72-c/DSC01025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-5413933600344681455</id><published>2009-07-02T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:23:29.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im going under, drowning in you.</title><content type='html'>✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i need to beat my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Manic Subterfuge. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;use a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖Eeks™ says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Manic Subterfuge. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i think someone was distracted. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what? im distracted too. so maybe i'll just blog past midnite again. when everyone im chatting with is asleep. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"don't want your hand this time i'll save myself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Going Under - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-5413933600344681455?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5413933600344681455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-going-under-drowning-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5413933600344681455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5413933600344681455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-going-under-drowning-in-you.html' title='im going under, drowning in you.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-448700049165443582</id><published>2009-06-30T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:10:20.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you won't cry for my absence i know, you forgot me long ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SknHN0Vm4XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SJnz7qtPEIU/s1600-h/hyukcosmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353028672308044146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SknHN0Vm4XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SJnz7qtPEIU/s320/hyukcosmo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arh. 2nd day of school. soo much info to squeeze in, as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised how much i missed my buddies. god. it was awesome to be sitting with them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, if u noticed that i sound different today then... congrats! i'll tell you why. i feel absolutely crappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah. well, i have my reasons. ttyl..when i'm feeling better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and if i bleed, i'll bleed, knowing you don't care, and if i sleep just to dream of you, i'll wake without you there"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;` Missing - Evanescence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-448700049165443582?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/448700049165443582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-wont-cry-for-my-absence-i-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/448700049165443582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/448700049165443582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-wont-cry-for-my-absence-i-know-you.html' title='you won&apos;t cry for my absence i know, you forgot me long ago.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SknHN0Vm4XI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SJnz7qtPEIU/s72-c/hyukcosmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-1059164488013143012</id><published>2009-06-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:59:21.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yang terindah terlukis di bibirmu.</title><content type='html'>*rubs eyes* why isn't anyone online? *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna take an extremely random guess but i think we're all busy cramming last-minute homework.... or... last-minute holiday-making....&lt;br /&gt;...yup. that totally makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i think i ran out of songs &gt;_&lt; gehh *types Hilary Duff in search engine*&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm that desperate. hey, at least i didn't write 'miley cyrus'. lool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. *glances at compy clock* it's.... 12:22 am.. on Sunday, 28th June, too-thouwsandd-andd-naine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means, i'll have to say "so, what did i do yesterday?" instead of "so, what did i do today?" right right right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... no i'm not okay thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what did i do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for starters, i woke up really late, and set this holiday's record. 11.30 am! congratz, me! that's damn late!&lt;br /&gt;waahaa..haa.. i could swear i've woken up waay later than that.&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much after that. i remember meaning to do my math, just meaning to. but never really doing it.&lt;br /&gt;i ate an apple. yum.   =_=''&lt;br /&gt;then... i watched TV....&lt;br /&gt;then i logged in and chatted with my long-lost cousin. hahahaXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at around 3+ i left the house.&lt;br /&gt;i freaking took the wrong train &gt;__&gt;'''&lt;br /&gt;ended up in Kembangan. where i saw.. someone. hahaha.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really meant to go to Tamp to shop for a list of odd stuff. (that's 3 to's in one sentence!)&lt;br /&gt;uhh, i was shopping for stuff, not the list. hahahahaha kk lame &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school shoes... thermometer... some birthday presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping alone is damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why i was sooo happy when BFF came by! whoopeeee!&lt;br /&gt;lalala. we spent lotsa time at Times. haha. time.. times..&lt;br /&gt;argh! im brimming with lame jokes tonight. (tomorning, more like? k. that was lame too.)&lt;br /&gt;so we met Tok Ngah with his lush flowy long silver hair that Eeka loves so much. he works at Times. cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;so, u know what happens when u put me and bff in a place full of books. we make fun of everything. the titles.. the authors... the people..&lt;br /&gt;omg, the people! "sorry, dude." HAHA LMAO that guy was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered something!&lt;br /&gt;"i was expecting something (someone?) bigger" went my dearest datok sedara when i stepped into Times.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. bff wont let me forget that the rest of the day &gt;__&gt;'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after Times we went down to the Body Shop and covered ourselves in bodyshop perfume XD&lt;br /&gt;*pshh* *sniff* oh this one's nice, here try it *pshh*&lt;br /&gt;*pshh* *sniff* ew, not this one.. too.. rose-y.&lt;br /&gt;*pshh* *sniff* this one smells like oranges *psshh* *sniff-sniff* omg now i feel like drinking orange juice D=&lt;br /&gt;like, who the heck would wanna walk around reminding people of Vitamin C? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then after that we smelled like walking perfume racks. hahahaXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i finally got the chance to blanje bff! Old chang kee. =_='' haha. k. better than nothing, right?XD&lt;br /&gt;omg. old chang kee has freaking breaded sushi. SUSHI. breaded. fried. like wth =_= that's so cool! D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got home. got interrogated by mom. ("what did you buy?" "how much did you spend?" "belom solat, kan?" the usual. xD)&lt;br /&gt;aft ishak i sat down and did like 2 hours of e.math.&lt;br /&gt;with breaks, of course. and this is one of em. i seriously have tons to cover before i'm even half done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee. back to my lovely e.math, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mendungnya langit bila berkata, kita patutnya masih bercinta"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Usah lepaskan - Taufik Batisah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-1059164488013143012?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1059164488013143012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/yang-terindah-terlukis-di-bibirmu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1059164488013143012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1059164488013143012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/yang-terindah-terlukis-di-bibirmu.html' title='yang terindah terlukis di bibirmu.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-7028613009075958678</id><published>2009-06-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:22:43.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears and keep telling yourself that 'i'm a diva',</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my brother was watching speed racer in the living room and i overheard this rly wierd dialogue:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks, boss!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"anything for you, Sam."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"even a kitten?" (mewing in background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no, not a kitten (cat screeching in background) why does it always come back to kittens with you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. it's wierd. i know right D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, this morning i woke up to the randomest news ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my phone was vibrating n when i answered the first thing i heard was my mom saying "michael jackson dh meninggal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i said, "o rly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was like, "im serious -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;k. seriously. random. funny. haa. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i forgetting something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH INTERNETT! I MISSED YOU! *hugs n kisses* i thought i'd nvr see you again *teardrop to add to the drama*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well u see, my mom thought d only way to get me to clean my room was to confiscate the modem so i won't be stuck to my seat all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess what? it worked! i spent these past 2 days slaving away battling dust bunnies and piles of laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(no you didn't. u were out the whole time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not entirely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;( you watched transformers 2.... twice...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. so i did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(and you didnt invite me once....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's cuz i wasnt the one paying 4 the tickets...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(imaginary friends don't need tickets, you idiot!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you take up space, in my brain, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes the voice in my head was right, i did watch T2 twice. woohoooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tht.was. one heck of a movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a few hours of silence)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES OK it's like 1 am and i finally have time to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's times like these you'd wish u have more hands and two keyboards.. that or lesser acquaintances &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes plenty of ppl were still online when i logged out D= guess it's cuz tonite's friday nite (fever baby!).. or.. satudray morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;arh well who cares.&lt;br /&gt;not me particularly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. im talking crap again. but isn't that what bloggaye is foar? huhu~^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkUBBQe51YI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rjOY-bWDBjk/s1600-h/DSC00976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351684853315786114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkUBBQe51YI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rjOY-bWDBjk/s320/DSC00976.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- aren't trench coats the awesomest things ever?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh-kay. crap. i look fat. haha. but i cant help it, the coat was super-puffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes! this pic is so cool. i snapped just when the train came. wahhahaha =P&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;and this one's for u, Az:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkUBwUQQGGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cT8YvJLkZe8/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351685661781923938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkUBwUQQGGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cT8YvJLkZe8/s320/DSC00992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also for all those other people out there who feel crappy or just miss home. ok wait, aren't those two the same? hahaXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. the thing about blogging at 1am is that by that time you're seriously out of ideas n that sux &gt;_&gt; big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what else can i do but end it here? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tonight tonight you are you are, a whispering campaign, i bet to them your name is 'cheap', i bet to them you look like shh.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` There's a good reason why these tables are numbered honey. you just haven't thought of it yet - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-7028613009075958678?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/7028613009075958678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-to-mirror-oh-choke-back-tears-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7028613009075958678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7028613009075958678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-to-mirror-oh-choke-back-tears-and.html' title='talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears and keep telling yourself that &apos;i&apos;m a diva&apos;,'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkUBBQe51YI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rjOY-bWDBjk/s72-c/DSC00976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-1362459874380457315</id><published>2009-06-23T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:58:23.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got this ice box where my heart used to be;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SO, i went to catch this movie with some buddies today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/2/6/23/chocololita/f_DanceSubarum_aaf7da3.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img31" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img31.picoodle.com/img/img31/2/6/23/chocololita/f_DanceSubarum_aaf7da3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome movie. i recommend it to anyone who's into dance, the japanese, DBSK, or all three. hahaXD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OKAY PEOPLE SPOT THE DIFFERENCES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House actress Olivia Wilde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkCHJereQAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vhMuuH5TZLU/s1600-h/olivia+wilde+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350424954240122882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkCHJereQAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vhMuuH5TZLU/s320/olivia+wilde+1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dance, Subaru!'s star Meisa Kuroki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkCHJGiFTDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MxSo0nnpiBs/s1600-h/MeisaKuroki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350424947758287922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkCHJGiFTDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MxSo0nnpiBs/s320/MeisaKuroki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, Dance, Subaru!'s star Meisa Kuroki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkCIaKc6m5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ImgG2WSCp4k/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350426340379761554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkCIaKc6m5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ImgG2WSCp4k/s320/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and one more Olivia Wilde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkCIZ9ee4-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/KAopU0iqyuY/s1600-h/temporada-season-5-olivia-wilde-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350426336896672738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkCIZ9ee4-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/KAopU0iqyuY/s320/temporada-season-5-olivia-wilde-house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;spot none? good, cuz there aren't any!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol k fine. i coulda sworn those two looked the same on screen D=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hm! gotta get back to sorting out my closet. cyas~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't mean to take it out on you baby but i can't help it, 'cause my heart's in the same old condition that baby left it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;`Ice Box - Omarion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-1362459874380457315?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1362459874380457315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-got-this-ice-box-where-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1362459874380457315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1362459874380457315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-got-this-ice-box-where-my-heart.html' title='i&apos;ve got this ice box where my heart used to be;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SkCHJereQAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vhMuuH5TZLU/s72-c/olivia+wilde+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3477075494162770390</id><published>2009-06-22T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:20:05.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;its just chocolates D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;crap. they're not good 4 ur kidneys, boy!&lt;br /&gt;dont make me go up there personally n take tht choc frm u &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yes they are. I can hear em giggling with joy&lt;br /&gt;"oheehee. more chocolates please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;they're not. smtg wrong with ur ears izit? i can hear ur kidneys weeping all d way frm hre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;thats coz u never had a krabby patttttttyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;omg az D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;oh god. I need a drink. it tastes all sugary in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;u need 2 get to a hosp. now. pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;after a drink D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*throws bucket of water over az*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;*blublmlmbrhhblmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;there. now go 2 a hosp. a mental one preferably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;fine lahh.. mcm tu lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;hah. u're even worse than me when getting high on choc &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~30 seconds later~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;)= im just being concerned 4 ur health *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;ok lah. sry lah&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of myself fwom now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;ok good =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;I pwomise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;if not i smack ur adowable face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaXD im so evil, making u take care of ur health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;lolol I know. thats soooo evil D8&lt;br /&gt;omgosh how could u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;tsk!&lt;br /&gt;tannak sudah =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhh =.= lol eangh&lt;br /&gt;I want more chocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;i smack ur face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;last one D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;u ate so much oredi &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;k fine. pwomise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;tkhoo ngrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! more cynical humour please. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;D=&lt;br /&gt;why u little.. &gt;_&gt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azfar says:&lt;br /&gt;lol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. so i had to shoot him dead"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Wake Up Call - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3477075494162770390?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3477075494162770390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/wake-up-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3477075494162770390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3477075494162770390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6988063175030528401</id><published>2009-06-21T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:52:39.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sj8phgr9S_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-e6KpcTazqs/s1600-h/1sin(Heechul).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350040538026167282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sj8phgr9S_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-e6KpcTazqs/s320/1sin(Heechul).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tsk! why is heechul so hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and why the hell are there ants on my table?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holy crap, is that the time? wehh. serves me right for waking up at 11 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sj8o_3aPHMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yjvs5TwDpF8/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" 'cause i'm broken when i'm lonesome and i don't feel right when you're gone away"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;` Broken - Seether feat. Amy Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;br /&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/5665858773709922389-6988063175030528401?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6988063175030528401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-hold-you-high-and-steal-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6988063175030528401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6988063175030528401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-hold-you-high-and-steal-your.html' title='I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sj8phgr9S_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-e6KpcTazqs/s72-c/1sin(Heechul).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6888523469467153256</id><published>2009-06-20T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:31:28.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you do if you knew?</title><content type='html'>truth be told, im not exactly in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hmm. this is my 36th post here. nice nice number. haha random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i cant avoid feeling obligated to post something here after nearly a week of silence, so.. here i go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the week at a glance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing my bro to tuition on tuesday isn't half bad after all. =P&lt;br /&gt;actually, it was really fun. there were ustad's kids running around disrupting the class along with him so we hade a whale of a time XD&lt;br /&gt;after that i took him for ice cream. the least i could do for making him sit through 2 hours of unfathomable arabic (to him, anyway) with 10 other 16-year-olds XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was fun, too =P i went cycling with 5 other friends. giler sehh.&lt;br /&gt;me and fray were like, "SEKAI JUU HORA WARATTE SORA MIAGETE SO TACHIAGATTE OH YEAHH OH YEAHH OH YEAAAAHHHH!!!" at the top of our lungs XD&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. Fray did lotsa other crazy stuff. like read while she was cycling, and attempting to breakdance on top of the teletubby hill. hahahaXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah! neknab is strong! juz saying =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and no. it's not possible to do sorrysorry on grass without proper shoes =.=''' don't ask XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i had no idea what homework we had and hence had no idea what the lesson was about. as a result, i resorted to bugging Dayah so she can't concentrate either. woohoo =D&lt;br /&gt;lol =.= i only vandalised her book with pencil, and tried to bite her, and... stuff =P&lt;br /&gt;after that i had mata kucing again at Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;and went over to Fray's again ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLOONS! k. gotta practice that one later. *adds to list of to-dos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at calendar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay. so on thursday night my mom called n told me 2 pack cuz we were gonna sleep over at Nani's.&lt;br /&gt;and while i was there i had no internet access cuz Bik's computer had a car crash )'= poor compy )'= multiple organ faliure )'=&lt;br /&gt;and the next day (friday) i dragged my bro onto the North-East line and went to Sengkang after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;there we went to popular and bought a new calculator cuz i didnt bring mine and how the heck was i gonna do my math hw without one?&lt;br /&gt;after that, we bought random stuff (i.e: food and drinks) and headed to my uncle's place in Buangkok, where i had a hard time with the numerous keyholes and unfamiliar keys &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but we got inside eventually =P and immediately made my bro sit in the living room to watch tv while i retired to the study/playroom to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;except i didnt really do it. i was... uhh. internet-ing. and being really emo (dont ask) so i couldnt possibly do my math. sshh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long after our short sovereign, the tuan rumah pon balek =P&lt;br /&gt;gosh! Shakiee and Batree were so excited when they saw me (and needless to say vice versa)&lt;br /&gt; we screamed like we were meeting bigshot celebrities for the first time. (but really it was just us =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i played with my adorable cousins for a while, then i had to drag my bro back to Nani's place in potong pasir.&lt;br /&gt;before that, we stopped by mcd's.&lt;br /&gt;and well. yeah. and i didnt get home till the next night. though it was kinda fun running from house to house. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;all the pain falling in, all the signs lead back to you, back to what's never said, back and forth- inside my head"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Gothic Angel - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-6888523469467153256?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6888523469467153256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-you-do-if-you-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6888523469467153256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6888523469467153256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-you-do-if-you-knew.html' title='what would you do if you knew?'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-183680056146920670</id><published>2009-06-20T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:15:40.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6pedUnkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bOZX_oqFRDU/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349426047866936898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6pedUnkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bOZX_oqFRDU/s200/DSC00952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6pGOiivI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uw1GZ1TFtVc/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349426041362483954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6pGOiivI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uw1GZ1TFtVc/s200/DSC00949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6oxOmguI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZhRa11zbD74/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349426035725599458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6oxOmguI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZhRa11zbD74/s200/DSC00917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6ouiv3qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/A1fnwIAsCdI/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349426035004792482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6ouiv3qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/A1fnwIAsCdI/s200/DSC00012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6oYhvJqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/X0PvxFsJoK4/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349426029094971042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6oYhvJqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/X0PvxFsJoK4/s200/DSC00008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JENG JENG JENG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i am finally back. so so tired. haha. been running from house to house. dont ask why. anyway, i took a handful of pics.&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you're unlike any other, you'll always be my thunder"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Thunder - Boys Like Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zaf&lt;3&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/5665858773709922389-183680056146920670?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/183680056146920670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/183680056146920670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/183680056146920670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sjz6pedUnkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bOZX_oqFRDU/s72-c/DSC00952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-401825079794746705</id><published>2009-06-15T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:18:35.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't mean it when i said i didn't love you so</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SjZG9dPQF2I/AAAAAAAAADw/MtWqF_nsSyE/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347539629183604578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SjZG9dPQF2I/AAAAAAAAADw/MtWqF_nsSyE/s200/DSC00897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chen teng&lt;/b&gt; is very yummyyummy. yes it is =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol too bad i took that pic AFTER i ate the sweet potato. me n Ria went to Geylang after tuition for Fray's fave mata kucing. pity she couldnt come. oh well. next time, Fray. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... right. it's official. i feel crappy today. well, right now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having the monday blues, despite it being the holls. wow D=&lt;br /&gt;speaking if monday blues (i.e ka-aabah yaum ithnain in arabic), it seems to have got to Ustad at tuition as well.&lt;br /&gt;haha! kay. i *think* he got high on coffee. but who am i to say right? anyway, we had a blast today at tuition (:&lt;br /&gt;he cracked jokes on his 'lost brain' and 'ustad yaum ithnain majnun'. hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. today we learned a valuable life lesson. always always always ALWAYS read the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the paper had a passage and questions and everything, but then there was the tricky part.&lt;br /&gt;the instructions didnt tell us to answer the questions, it told us to explain the underlined words in the passage.&lt;br /&gt;and to think we wracked our brains over those tough questions, and NONE of us did what the instructions told us to.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LAA USTAD. hahahaha XD he gets his kicks outta doing this kinda stuff to us i guess =__=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"when you left i lost a part of me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` We Belong Together - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-401825079794746705?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/401825079794746705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-mean-it-when-i-said-i-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/401825079794746705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/401825079794746705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-mean-it-when-i-said-i-didnt.html' title='i didn&apos;t mean it when i said i didn&apos;t love you so'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SjZG9dPQF2I/AAAAAAAAADw/MtWqF_nsSyE/s72-c/DSC00897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-1131475631183537409</id><published>2009-06-12T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:38:07.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was born to tell you i love you.</title><content type='html'>OH HAI THAR EVREEONNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if you'z wonderin' whai'z me tawkin' lyk ay lolcat, it's because i still havent fully recovered from last night's high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! it's hard to get used to my aunt's keyboard. it's so... flat... and awesome -.-'' so unlike the one i have at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ann-nee-wae, what on earth was i up to last night, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oh like anyone cares)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*ignores* haha! not much really, i just stayed up till 4am cuz of a movie marathon with The Girls.&lt;br /&gt;..i shall not disclose the identity of these Girls because if i do i shall get a gorgeous beating-up. huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY sorry apparently today i'm high AND lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(u just realised....?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE, conscience! i shall not tolerate anymore of your obnoxious backtalk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(not working...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* thought so. well, it was worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(*sinister grin*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well so anyway i didnt ge to fully enjoy the movies because...&lt;br /&gt;... of my unrequited love for Durian.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh! i love eating that stuff, but after that it makes me rush to the toilet at regular 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;ohh, why do you hate me so, durian??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(maybe it was the various other foods you blatantly gobbled up as well last night.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh come on, i didn't eat THAT much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mhmm.. mee, durian, popcorn, KFC, tao kae noi, cheezecake, a variety of drinks....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYOKAY *maybe* i did, but that doesn't have anything to do with........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(*raise eyebrow*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aergh &gt;_&gt; you don't ever gimme a break do you, conscience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh my grandma's cat is behind me. she's soooo cutee!! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DAMN.  V for Vendetta is.such.an.awesome.movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;V! ILY V! U IZ AWESOME! argh! i want a V mask!!! D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishk. it seems i'm hungry despite all that i ate last night (yes i admit)&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to raid m grandma's kitchen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"waiting for your call, i'm sick, i'm angry, call i'm desperate for your voice."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Your Call - Seconhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-1131475631183537409?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1131475631183537409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-born-to-tell-you-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1131475631183537409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1131475631183537409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-born-to-tell-you-i-love-you.html' title='i was born to tell you i love you.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-2835814712804017924</id><published>2009-06-10T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:15:42.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SjCSdMCyE3I/AAAAAAAAADo/1vIOOiTi7ow/s1600-h/shinee+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345933787835536242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SjCSdMCyE3I/AAAAAAAAADo/1vIOOiTi7ow/s200/shinee+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd check that out D=&lt;br /&gt;left-right: Onew, Taemin, ??, Jonghyun, Minho, Key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! gayness. wowee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-2835814712804017924?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2835814712804017924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2835814712804017924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2835814712804017924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SjCSdMCyE3I/AAAAAAAAADo/1vIOOiTi7ow/s72-c/shinee+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-992471435754295098</id><published>2009-06-08T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:38:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate, i'm calling out your name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Si1AWhbCZXI/AAAAAAAAADY/ndLIlqZSsuc/s1600-h/DSC01274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344999088431719794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Si1AWhbCZXI/AAAAAAAAADY/ndLIlqZSsuc/s200/DSC01274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Si1TJaQl3nI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZjFKKiyXWfE/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting.... 7-up revive!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which tastes alot like h2o rly. lolXD Ria took this during tuition 2day because neither of us was paying attention. huahuahuahua. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..in case u were wondering about the wierd proportions of d pic, the cam was on the table when this was taken. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andyeaa. i look wierdd. =P but don't i always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mhm. yea you always do, sweetie^^)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, it is 1:10am in the earlyearly morning. *cockadoodledoo*&lt;br /&gt;wutthehell. im nt supposed to be online. sshh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. im sorray. havent had the chance to babble lately. lotsa stuff going on. so, staying up till 1++ am in the earlyearly morning has become a necessity =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. wow. i have lots to talk about. especially yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;no i mean, the day before yesterday. sunday. because right now it's already tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(okok get on with it already!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okfine sheesh. SOMEone's lacking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yeah you.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(excuse me? WHO came back at 11pm on sunday?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i was getting to that. ssshh. go sleep, conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soyeah! i had lotsa fun on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;i went out with eeka!&lt;br /&gt;and i met Az! omgomgomg! i met Az!!!! woohhoo!!&lt;br /&gt;and his friend Kamal was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, im not sure if i should get into the details - but oh it's the details that made that day sooo enjoyable!! XD&lt;br /&gt;idk, it seems SMRT has something against those guys. first was the ticketing machines, then the card-tapping area. DAMN! klaka rabaak. poor dudes, but hey, that's Singapore for u =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the MRT doesnt treat foreigners very nicely either. okay so *maybe* i pushed Az at one stop but the rest wasnt my fault!! they fell on their own =_='' almost =_='' every time the MRT jerked. haha! wish i took a vid of that =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we went to Iluma. veryvery nice building. i could stare at it all day and go 'ooh pretty...'&lt;br /&gt;lol! but there was no time for that. we ran around the shopping mall like a pack of hooligans. all 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;(err okay maybe we didnt. i was too hyper to notice... *cough*)&lt;br /&gt;like.. woo...! look at that escalator!! okay. seriously, it was HUGE. as in long kinda huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next2 we went to Masjid Sultan. so we had to pass through Golden Landmark.&lt;br /&gt;(the journey there was full of noise n air pollution btw. lolXD)&lt;br /&gt;yeah... Golden Landmark, a.k.a the mirror place to our Penang-ian friends here. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH tak sempat laa naik spongy2 bus. haiz. next time je lah k, guys? =PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really large fish 'n chips.&lt;br /&gt;(curtesy of Az, rly nice guy to treat us all)&lt;br /&gt;kay. none of us finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why was i like the odd one out?&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on, evryone wore backpacks. except me D=&lt;br /&gt;and evryone wore the same kinda shoes. except me D=&lt;br /&gt;and evryone drank ice lemon tea. except me D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and speaking of ice lemon tea, it seems local cans don't agree with foreigners either.&lt;br /&gt;see, the ring thingy came off, and Az couldnt get his can to open =_=&lt;br /&gt;then i learnt that u can use keys to open drink cans! coolio =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm. more random convos..! seriously funny. i nearly died choking... more than once. huahuhua xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then SOMEone wanted to meowmeow, which lead to an Amazing Race for the toilet at Bugis Junction.&lt;br /&gt;didnt find it tho, so me n eeks went to Raffles City, Az n Kamal in tow.&lt;br /&gt;AND we found toilets there so, whew ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then it was like, 8++? i think.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to The Esplanade!(kay... 9++by then...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. seriously not much there. but it was peaceful =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitorg naik turon klua masok mcm orang tk betol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont even get me STARTED on the zigzag thing =_='''&lt;br /&gt;eeks, lemme continue strangling u nexttime, kaaay? *smiles*(almost 10 by then D=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i got home at around 11 and i dont wanna talk about what happened next =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it was awesome. the awesomest outing in AGES. i love you guys! seriouslyseriously missing u ppl already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i'm thinking of changing my blog song to Romeo+Juliette. ehh. maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had tuiiiitioooon today!&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? we did our mid-year paper.&lt;br /&gt;yes sec4'09 mid-year Arab paper.&lt;br /&gt;soyeah, u can figure why me n Ria were so.... not paying attention n taking random pics of eachother.&lt;br /&gt;no offence to Ustad, tho. he did a GREAT job explaining the passage to us. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Si1TJaQl3nI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZjFKKiyXWfE/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, self reminder- next time i go Old Chang Kee, im so eating the Chicken Wing. soo much more worth my money.&lt;br /&gt;wehh... spicy sotong.... )'= so expensive yet so... sikit. eeeshk. =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. okay. it ish now 2:12 am in Zaffie's air-conditioned bedroom. once again i cannot confirm if that's the timing in the world outside my room because well, im not wearing my specs and hence my eyesight sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...geez. that was a lungfull. hahaX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And what i need now is someone like you, can't believe i didn't look you up, even before i knew how you have waited for me. i know now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Desperate - Daphne Khoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-992471435754295098?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/992471435754295098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/desperate-im-calling-out-your-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/992471435754295098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/992471435754295098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/desperate-im-calling-out-your-name.html' title='Desperate, i&apos;m calling out your name.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Si1AWhbCZXI/AAAAAAAAADY/ndLIlqZSsuc/s72-c/DSC01274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8858583677216497188</id><published>2009-06-04T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:30:05.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a beautiful lie, a perfect denial.</title><content type='html'>ehlaaa. sorry. it's been lifetimes since i updated.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. 5 lifetimes to be exact. haha.&lt;br /&gt;of course, this is based on the life cycle of... er... k, what creature has a life expectancy of 1 day? anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. let's drop that crap.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of crap, guess what i found in the lift the other day.&lt;br /&gt;i know right..? eww!!! D= whoever did that couldnt have had complete control over their.. uh.. sphincter muscles?? lol -_-'' i didnt concentrate on the chapter on digestion. idk. oops D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! malay o-lvl as a blast! the hall was HUGE, and there were millions (k maybe slightly less) of people taking mother tongue as well, and...&lt;br /&gt;and... there were all these rows..&lt;br /&gt;and they divided us according to which mothertoongue we were taking..&lt;br /&gt;...and the desks were biiig!!! like, whoo! i could spread my papers rly conveniently =3&lt;br /&gt;and it was so damn freaking COLD!!! wahh! i think my brain froze and that kinda blocked my idea flow D=&lt;br /&gt;and then my fingers were like numbb, so i kept making typos in my sms-es after that. haha XD&lt;br /&gt;and to think some candidates wore miniskirts like wuttheheeeeck???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk sorry. was temporarily high. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh 2NE1!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol that song sounds kinda wierd the first time round, but after a while it becomes addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh !&lt;br /&gt;popular's having this bookfair at expo, and the stuff there was unbelievably cheap!! too bad i didnt bring enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... SORRYSORRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahh! i think i'm getting the hang of it! and btw the dance is like rly fun to do. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i'm supposed to be cleaning my room. im gonna continue that now. tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's time to forget about the past, To wash away what happened last&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;` A Beautiful Lie - 30 Seconds To  Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8858583677216497188?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8858583677216497188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-beautiful-lie-perfect-denial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8858583677216497188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8858583677216497188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-beautiful-lie-perfect-denial.html' title='it&apos;s a beautiful lie, a perfect denial.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-119244288887912553</id><published>2009-05-30T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:55:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just when you think the road is going nowhere,</title><content type='html'>AH. i think i ran out of english songs to quote.&lt;br /&gt;lack of resources. too many non-english songs on my playlist. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ended up quoting Kris Allen.. like... watthe... -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like whoa. i cant believe it. one minute i'm bored to death and the next i'm dead busy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;like.. suddenly everyone wants 2 talk 2 me.... =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i've been freezing my limbs off at the library today.&lt;br /&gt;gawd. it was freezing despite all the layers i wore -.-''''&lt;br /&gt;haha. i felt like a princess swishing around in my long black dress around the library =P&lt;br /&gt;a daark princess. cuz the dress was black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay. that info was soo not relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, so is lotsa other info posted on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to blabber about ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh haha yea. i stole a pinch of my bro's waterbabies.&lt;br /&gt;ok so they're just a pinch when they're dry. but once they grow, they become a handfull. aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i'm staring at a reminder my mom left on the CPU from way back in March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh ouch my eyes. *blinks* i think i've been staring at the comp screen 4 too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHLAA. my malay o lvl is like on monday seh. the day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;haha. day after 2morrow. laen mcm jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right-o. im gonna study now. study malay. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA gong gong. mepek lah eeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"with every step you climb another mountain"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` No Boundaries - Kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-119244288887912553?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/119244288887912553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-when-you-think-road-is-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/119244288887912553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/119244288887912553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-when-you-think-road-is-going.html' title='just when you think the road is going nowhere,'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-4172148739511381472</id><published>2009-05-28T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:09:52.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorabojimalgo tteonagara, Tto nareul chatjimalgo saragara</title><content type='html'>OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY i'm updating. sheesh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so umm. i've been meaning to show this to u guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sh6Z9LqQRbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/90cCUwa6wvY/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340875484489074098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sh6Z9LqQRbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/90cCUwa6wvY/s200/DSC00672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE CHOCOLATE FRAPPE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh yummyness. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, that's what happens when u don't tell me &amp;amp; ria when tuition's cancelled -___-''&lt;br /&gt;so i'm like, hey ria, let's go to mcD's n get fat =D&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha. wokay. i did not say that =_=''&lt;br /&gt;but come oooon. white chocolate. WITH whipped cream on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aargh okay okay let's not forget the fact that i drank that like last monday -__-''&lt;br /&gt;like.... *counts* 4...7...9... almost 2 weeks ago. so. relax arh zaffie -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but! i had like another frappe last thursday XD&lt;br /&gt;exactly 1 week ago. i made kitty buy me a Caramel frappe. mmmm =D i love you kitty! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmkayyy....&lt;br /&gt;what else did i not mention here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL lotsa stuff. but it's like too much to mention. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA i spent today freezing my limbs off at the library XD&lt;br /&gt;nk blajar lah konon.&lt;br /&gt;i ended up reading....&lt;br /&gt;.. celebrity gossip magazines......&lt;br /&gt;................. like how're those gonna help me in my o levels?&lt;br /&gt;antara sebab2 kemelesetan pelajaran murid2 melayu adalah betapa senangya mereka.... otak termelayang buat bende laen.. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. A1 for malay, Zaf. bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who was it tht told me 2 try Mr Bean's cheese pancakes? eeks isit? lol&lt;br /&gt;so i was ordering.. what set was it? set E?&lt;br /&gt;and the nyonya behind the counter doesn't rly like customers apparently =P&lt;br /&gt;i was in a rush to pick a flavor and the word 'cheese' apparently was the easiest word to say XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went 2 the park, sat down, ate, went to heaven, came back, finished my super soya, and walked slooowwly home.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u know what.  for the rest of this entry im gonna describe my lone ventures around Bedok Central. XD&lt;br /&gt;so right, Watson's is having like this saaaale..&lt;br /&gt;my reaction when i stepped in was more or less like....&lt;br /&gt;'w-woww...-shiver-...s-soo..many...-shiver-C-shiver-colorss.....'&lt;br /&gt;and then....&lt;br /&gt;'whaaat?!?! mascara $6.90 only??? OMG!!'&lt;br /&gt;*texting mom b4 i go crazy, i GOTTA tell someone about this!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. i think the shop attendant was kinda suspicious of me cuz i was standing waaaaaaay long at the make-up section..&lt;br /&gt;going... waahh.. i wanna buy... no money.. omg.. sigh.... aahh... sparkly..! toouuch....!!&lt;br /&gt;bwaaah. so sadd TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so, apparently my mom wasnt interested. haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come oon, someone spare me $20.. no $25 please???? i coulda bought so many thingss.. &gt;_&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH OKAY i hate curfews. who doesn't? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As time passes by It would’ve hurt less if we didn’t meet at all (mm)Hope you will bury our promise of being together forever baby I pray for you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Haru Haru - Big Bang (translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-4172148739511381472?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4172148739511381472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/dorabojimalgo-tteonagara-tto-nareul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4172148739511381472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4172148739511381472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/dorabojimalgo-tteonagara-tto-nareul.html' title='Dorabojimalgo tteonagara, Tto nareul chatjimalgo saragara'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/Sh6Z9LqQRbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/90cCUwa6wvY/s72-c/DSC00672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-7172436410239476223</id><published>2009-05-22T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:29:47.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all around me are familiar faces;</title><content type='html'>bounce with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. why do my entries always have something to do with music?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on, i don't play any instruments. i can barely sing XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. like, i havent updated for so long....&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;for some reason i havent had the time to go online ever since exams ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...notice something wrong with that sentence?&lt;br /&gt;..no? ok go on, read it again. carefully this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay let's break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's look at the middle part. "haven't had the time".&lt;br /&gt;so.. obviously, i was busy right?&lt;br /&gt;so preoccupied with....... stuff..&lt;br /&gt;and normally, as a student, "stuff" would refer to studying, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then.. the last part.. "ever since exams &lt;em&gt;ended&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;wtf? ended? this girl's all preoccupied only AFTER her exams?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yea. i know what u're thinking. something along the lines of... "tk btol uh budak ni" right?&lt;br /&gt;and to think i updated every single day during exam season.&lt;br /&gt;... do i hear tsk-ing from somewhere in front of the screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come ooonn. i'm finally free! for a while, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so nervous about the malay paper on 1st June...&lt;br /&gt;... i mean, come on, who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(err.. the tons of other people not sitting for it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, sshh. i know that. -_- stop being a &lt;a href="mailto:smart@$$"&gt;smart@$$&lt;/a&gt;, conscience. &lt;br /&gt;...and no don't click that link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, consciences are supposed to be &lt;a href="mailto:smart@sses"&gt;smart@sses&lt;/a&gt;, right? pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geegeegeegeebabybabybaby. HAHA! stupid repetitive lyrics. now they're stuck in my head -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad, the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Mad World - Tears For Fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-7172436410239476223?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/7172436410239476223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-around-me-are-familiar-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7172436410239476223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7172436410239476223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-around-me-are-familiar-faces.html' title='all around me are familiar faces;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-9077628327038704178</id><published>2009-05-21T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:48:08.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the gay side of suju ^___^</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJ9RCPbbdp0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJ9RCPbbdp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GEE GEE GEE GEE GEE! XDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okaayy. so i'm gonna identify the suju members in this vid for u...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blue dress - Eunhyuk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;red dress - Heechul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheerleader costume - Kangin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plaid skirt - Sungmin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i think the guy in the tux is Ryeowook. hahaXD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEECHUL GOT HIGH -.-''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-9077628327038704178?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/9077628327038704178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/gay-side-of-suju.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/9077628327038704178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/9077628327038704178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/gay-side-of-suju.html' title='the gay side of suju ^___^'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8870464357724778161</id><published>2009-05-17T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T06:00:26.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Chimed In With a-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/ShADZnXSjcI/AAAAAAAAADA/XomxqjSyhIM/s1600-h/DSC00667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336769297032318402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/ShADZnXSjcI/AAAAAAAAADA/XomxqjSyhIM/s200/DSC00667.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PEEK-A-BOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;agaiin and agaiin and agaaiin and agaainn. haha! that song's so addictive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;... like every other korean song i've listened to. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it's one of the songs they played during P.E the other day. haha! the dance was so cute =3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okay so. what happened today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(btw, please bear with the double spacing. it always happens when i put a pic in an entry)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh yea! i was like, 25 mins late for tuition ^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sorrayy, ustad =P i woke up late.. kept snoozing my alarm and u know what happens when i do that =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and, fuuuh! full-house seh today! all the seats were taken. except one of course, which was for me ^^ (chey3 prasan nye budak nih...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so. why do i sound like i just ate a piece of happy pie? or hyper pie? or both? or just got high?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(please underline the correct answer - let's not make that an excuse for you to get out the permanent markers, though)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and so. the correct answer: &lt;u&gt;i just got high.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;why? how? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;all thanx to my best friend EEKAAA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TOBLERONE MAKES ME SO FREAKING HIGH! how on earth did u know which choc 2 give me?! ohh dammn u're good! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so yeah! i was pretty looking forward to lunch because Eeks was gonna treat me =3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;mmmhmm. we went to tamp Food Culture. yumyum =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then we went to Times where we scrutinized (i.e: made fun of) a bunch of books... (haha.. Hiroki whats-his-name?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and then we went to Toys-R-Us! haha! toy cars... woo =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thenthen, we saw this group of people (there were more guys than girls rly) giving out... guess.. kotex samples...! 0_0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;like.. whaat? there were flowers on their shirts n everything! oh-em-gee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so anyway we then went to bad-oak and ate ice-cream at the McD's there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eeka's first Mcflurry. congrats! haha! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;right-o. i'm looking forward to wednesday *wiggle eyebrows*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;`I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zaf&lt;3&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/5665858773709922389-8870464357724778161?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8870464357724778161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-chimed-in-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8870464357724778161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8870464357724778161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-chimed-in-with.html' title='I Chimed In With a-'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/ShADZnXSjcI/AAAAAAAAADA/XomxqjSyhIM/s72-c/DSC00667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8205616050617737850</id><published>2009-05-15T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:09:06.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beat of my heart.</title><content type='html'>BRING OUT THE PARADES! THE FIREWORKS! THE MERRYMAKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(wtf merrymaking ._.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;*ignores consceince* PEOPLE! TODAY WE CELEBRATE THE MOST JOYFUL OF EVENTS TO-DATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crowds applauding uproariously in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BECAUSE TODAY&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MARKS THE END OF ZAFFIE'S MID-YEAAAARRS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wow.. i just realised, if i don't stay in maarif after o's, this is like THE last mid-year i'll ever sit for &lt;/span&gt;0________0''&lt;br /&gt;like... wow. i've sat for like 10 mid-years in my life already.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.. make that 9.. mid-years were cancelled back in '03. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. why can't my comp go wireless? bacen uhh -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*listening to Haru Haru*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i guess you're expecting me to rant about this last paper right?&lt;br /&gt;uhh. true. so many funny (and embarassing) occurences were in store for me, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;kay so. firstly, i broke a test tube.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. you see, i was asking for more filter paper (more on that after this) and the test tube rolled right off the table.&lt;br /&gt;like.. grrgrrrgrggrrgrr-fwhoop-pshing!&lt;br /&gt;and my head went.. pap..pap..pap.. against my palm. haha XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then there was the thing with the filter paper.&lt;br /&gt;the Greenies might remember cher Sarah telling them how to use the filter paper.. uh.. properly.&lt;br /&gt;like, don't tap the funnel to force the filtrate through. something like that.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why? because I did that -_-''&lt;br /&gt;i'm like... okay.. the filtrate ain't dripping... maybe there's too much precipitate.... *taps funnel*&lt;br /&gt;*filter paper gives way, green gunk goes plop into the boiling tube*&lt;br /&gt;*Cher Mariam laughing at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aihh -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd also like to commend cher M's expertise with fire =P&lt;br /&gt;cuz there was no tembak2. we had to use matches.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like... tk reti uhh cher... hahaXD manje kan manje kan?? i know =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i think i was the most kecoh student of the 3rd shift practicals..&lt;br /&gt;maybe even the most kecoh of all the practicals. who knows. or maybe not. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh Haru Haru is a nice song =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it's making a change, the feeling is strange, i'm coming right back, right back in the range"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Beat Of My Heart  - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8205616050617737850?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8205616050617737850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8205616050617737850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8205616050617737850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/beat-of-my-heart.html' title='the beat of my heart.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3108687687842117598</id><published>2009-05-13T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:36:36.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't need anyone else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;omg! is this for real? i can't believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one... paper left..??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just one...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and... i'm.. alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh wow. it's a miracle. i freakin' survived the midyears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. just survived. now all that's left is the suspense of the upcoming results... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh sharks. i can just die of the suspense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. or not. i didn't really bother to study this time (been blogging evryday remember? haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so i guess there isn't anything to anticipate.... more like.... dread...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;neorago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHH! DAMN! neorago is sooooooooo addictive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been listening 2 it on loop ever since i switched on the lappy =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geu nooga nooga mweorado naneun sanggwan eobdago.....Geu nooga nooga yokhaedo neoman barabondago.... &lt;-- my fave part =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh nan~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh so... anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's papers complimented each other by how difficult they were =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, come on.... suddenly i was hating biology while i did that paper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"freakin' graph.... 3 marks only... all the trouble... grr.. diagram.... 3 marks only also... whaat??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then suddenly i was laughing to myself in the middle of the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wanna know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh come on, i know you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. i'll tell you anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was this question... "distinguish between testis and testa"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first i was like... oh.. that one's plural and that one's singular..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then suddenly.. eh! no! alamak. tk kene mengene seh ni due barang ni... apeje =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok fine. maybe it doesn't seem funny here. but i was giggling like hell in the hall just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha...."hell in the hall"... nice one -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh only for you.. oh oh only for you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;weehhhhhhh! the song makes me feel like crying evry time i hear it! )'=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ok... so anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEST FRIEND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335548039307611186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SgusrDz2TDI/AAAAAAAAACw/1kX53I3x25Q/s200/1111Topsy_Turvey_Birthday_Cake_by_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mmm mm. yum yum. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Na dashi taeyeonandaedo ojik neoppoonirago" (translation: even if i'm born again, it's only you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;`It's You - Super Junior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3108687687842117598?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3108687687842117598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-need-anyone-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3108687687842117598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3108687687842117598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-need-anyone-else.html' title='i don&apos;t need anyone else.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SgusrDz2TDI/AAAAAAAAACw/1kX53I3x25Q/s72-c/1111Topsy_Turvey_Birthday_Cake_by_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-8971247208481528559</id><published>2009-05-13T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:57:51.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't care what they say;</title><content type='html'>heyya people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how? you like my new blog song? it's It's You by Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking in love with it D=&lt;br /&gt;breaks my heart whenever i hear it &gt;_&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics are so.... -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. i'm like supposed to be stressed beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come onn. BIO+GEO sehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh damn. sobz. )'=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna study now. bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"my heart's crippled by a vein that i keep on closing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-8971247208481528559?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/8971247208481528559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-care-what-they-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8971247208481528559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/8971247208481528559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-care-what-they-say.html' title='i don&apos;t care what they say;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6135457170088398546</id><published>2009-05-11T01:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:49:32.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention.</title><content type='html'>eeeeeeeEEEEeEeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEHhhHhhhhHHHHHhh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to hafal hadith u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's totally why i skipped tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because i'm kinda pissed about.... uhh. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i'm gonna blog a widdle bit then *bam* it's back to the books! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, what happened today?&lt;br /&gt;ohh! Radhii was acting totally random today. (like when isn't she? lol)&lt;br /&gt;she suddenly grabbed my hand and went... "ehh..! panasnye! ahaha.. so cute!"&lt;br /&gt;what's so cute about my hand? umm.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha Radhi u're so funny =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scanning history.... today....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh -_- i THOUGHT today's bio paper was easy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on. MCQs. how difficult can it be right?&lt;br /&gt;but... erhh. careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not surprised. i finished in like half an hour =PP&lt;br /&gt;and i actually slept.&lt;br /&gt;and u know how my seat's next to the windows?&lt;br /&gt;and how it was raining today?&lt;br /&gt;well i closed those windows...&lt;br /&gt;but tau2 when i woke up i felt drops of water splashing on my hand...&lt;br /&gt;..and my arm...&lt;br /&gt;.....and my head.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, ohSHARKS my paper's gonna get wet like this -_-&lt;br /&gt;guess teacher S doesn't like sleeping pupils in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;dang. next time, i'm so not sleeping next to the windows -___-''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. ok now i'm gonna hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna hit the books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(anytime now, zaf...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;waaiit. i'm taking a dramatic pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the only thing that's gonna be dramatic if you keep this up is-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BUY PEOPLE! (xD yea that was on purpose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"have some composure, where is your posture? oh, no, no. you're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`It's Time To Dance - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-6135457170088398546?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6135457170088398546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-shes-not-bleeding-on-ballroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6135457170088398546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6135457170088398546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-shes-not-bleeding-on-ballroom.html' title='well she&apos;s not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-2021419933352822996</id><published>2009-05-09T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:07:16.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>atashi mada mogaiteru.</title><content type='html'>cold, hot, baby.&lt;br /&gt;cold ice baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA why does the beginning of Amigo sound so..... ah.. corny? XD&lt;br /&gt;but it's one heck of a song to dance to =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weehee i have like one whole hour before 2tion starts. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAFFIEE~! i think i finally got Mirotic's rap! haha we'll do it 2gether on mon; want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. just one more week to go. i can't wait till exams are over D=&lt;br /&gt;Hadith! Bio! Geo! Irk! Qur'an!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that par-tay! gerek uhh X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not. then 1st june got o-lev malay.&lt;br /&gt;ohh nooooo~ *banging head on floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh! what happened to my english?! *reads whatever i just typed above*&lt;br /&gt;ohh crap; if Cher Sar sees this..! haha -_-'' trashy language.... not edible like rojak... worse than rojak.... haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, my brother was super emo last night XD&lt;br /&gt;my 7-year-old bro.&lt;br /&gt;he was wailing cuz SOMEone threw away his waterbabies.. by accident.&lt;br /&gt;hey don't look at me! D=&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. today í'm headed to loyang point to by a handfull of new waterbabies.&lt;br /&gt;haha loyang? so far? ehh -_- Ria wants to go... and i kinda owe her for not going back with her the whole week XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklah. better continue siap-ing. c you guys whenever =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kantan ni ikanai kara ikiteyukeru"&lt;/em&gt; (translation: because it's difficult to move on, i can keep on living)&lt;br /&gt;`Yui - Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-2021419933352822996?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2021419933352822996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/atashi-mada-mogaiteru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2021419933352822996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2021419933352822996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/atashi-mada-mogaiteru.html' title='atashi mada mogaiteru.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3442252834921675763</id><published>2009-05-08T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:41:36.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Sorry;</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QO6SjMsmY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QO6SjMsmY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3:10 !! GRRR hawtt X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az says:&lt;br /&gt;1:06 chipmunksness =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! self-expression: it's a talent. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;i know! the thumbs-down guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Az says:&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. ._. maybe..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! self-expression: it's a talent. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;haha waitt&lt;br /&gt;lemme watch =P&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh slowness =_+&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Az says:&lt;br /&gt;ahh its the way skinny dude &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! self-expression: it's a talent. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;waitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Az says:&lt;br /&gt;lol ok =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! self-expression: it's a talent. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;THAT GUY?!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Az says:&lt;br /&gt;that guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! self-expression: it's a talent. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;CHIPMUNKNESS!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SO TRUEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Az says:&lt;br /&gt;yes. I know D8&lt;br /&gt;lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha Qaqa i just remembered how u said i sounded like a chipmunk whenever i sing Doushite =PP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3442252834921675763?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3442252834921675763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3442252834921675763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3442252834921675763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-sorry.html' title='Sorry Sorry;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-4866118964329914247</id><published>2009-05-07T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:51:36.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i knew it all along;</title><content type='html'>wow.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna die X_X&lt;br /&gt;baka maths paper. so #*$&amp;amp;!* difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEDEYYY LAAA. susah nk haperr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, practically crying sehh when i did the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cher. i dunlike you. torture me like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- i think i'm gonna go into a corner and be depressed now. excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i saw this coming still i don't know why i let you in"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Predictable - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-4866118964329914247?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4866118964329914247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-knew-it-all-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4866118964329914247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4866118964329914247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-knew-it-all-along.html' title='i knew it all along;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-4371598022803492895</id><published>2009-05-06T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:40:43.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well if you got the poison i got the remedy;</title><content type='html'>BOOOMBAMMBEBEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE FREAKIN WEEK TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. make that one freakin week + one freakin day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why, but it seems like our teachers are purposely letting us off easy this time =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of being let off,&lt;br /&gt;u people have nothing better to do eh?? tadi sampai skola kol brp? haaah?&lt;br /&gt;apeje seyh. =P no fair. Me, Ha and Nir had to wait like 3 hours at the canteen =__=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ok. so i guess it's better to be in the canteen than the exam hall right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmhmm. ehh. i ate alot today. -__-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd whaat?!?! Allison's out?! oh damn..!!&lt;br /&gt;of all people!&lt;br /&gt;the only girl left!&lt;br /&gt;weeehhh )'=&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on, i know i didnt watch a.i last night.. but it's rock 'n roll week. of all weeks for Allison to be kicked out maannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.weehh.grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emath and Sirah tomorrow. lotsa memorising to do again =_=''&lt;br /&gt;kalo boleh jwb dalam bahase melayu tkpe jugakk. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`The Remedy - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-4371598022803492895?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4371598022803492895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-if-you-got-poison-i-got-remedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4371598022803492895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4371598022803492895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-if-you-got-poison-i-got-remedy.html' title='Well if you got the poison i got the remedy;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-5475116497906713087</id><published>2009-05-06T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:06:40.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster;</title><content type='html'>-&gt;sir! sir! we just recieved mayday from the natural resources sector!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&gt;what now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;our coffee reserves are running dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&gt;again? that's the second time this month!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;exactly, sir. even the world leaders are starting to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&gt;don't worry. this won't last long. i know exactly what's going on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;what, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&gt;it's exam period! that's why&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm yeah. apologies to my grandma for finishing the coffee again. ehehe... =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, i.am.EXHAUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;ustaaad! why didnt u tell us there was no need to come today?!?! u wasted like two hours of my time....&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe less. but still!&lt;br /&gt;so then when i got back home around 6+ i immediately fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;then when i woke up my head was spinning.&lt;br /&gt;like, seriously (not literally tho lol) spinning.&lt;br /&gt;mabok pening lalat. woohoo. can't even walk without bumping into stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think i coulda used that time to blaja IRK. alermaaaak.&lt;br /&gt;hmm hmm. i have another statement to make.&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone will agree with me on this: today's papers were at &lt;em&gt;least &lt;/em&gt;easier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;come oooon. for the first time chem was easier than physics.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm kinda wondering why cher's actually giving us easy papers on purpose. i mean, come oooonn. we need the practice. o levs in a matter of months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i still havent studied for IRK properly. sobz. why does it have to be in malay??&lt;br /&gt;i mean, selame ni kitorg blaja dlm bhase arab seh. haha =P teros mcm... kekok sikit....hahaa X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sips coffee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'll be staying up again tonight. wehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. saper nktau. kiter blom blaja sirah jugakk =P&lt;br /&gt;satu bende pon belom hafal =P&lt;br /&gt;eh ehh zaffie cari nahass. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokay. i can't babble too much today. my IRK books are calling meh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention; now let's not get selfish - did you really think i'd let you kill this chorus?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-5475116497906713087?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/5475116497906713087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-get-these-teen-hearts-beating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5475116497906713087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/5475116497906713087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-get-these-teen-hearts-beating.html' title='let&apos;s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-598773390632782012</id><published>2009-05-04T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:35:37.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a regular decorated emergency;</title><content type='html'>omg... oh, um. how do i describe today's papers?&lt;br /&gt;ahh. unexpectedd. yeah that's it. today's papers were so..... unexpected =__=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, yeahh. first time tauhid kene kasi pendapat kat section 2 0_0&lt;br /&gt;wahh. tk perna dibuat orang. X_X&lt;br /&gt;i'm like.... o-kaaay.... uhh...... pendapat eh.... *writes crap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. srsly. dunt ask for my pendapat &gt;_&gt;;; they're almost never good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. physics!! wahh. *pap* first question je... whoa. dot-dot-dot-question mark.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking... is this physics or e.math?? XD&lt;br /&gt;.. and then there was this one question where i almost wrote "i don't know." by instinct XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh. OMG tomorrow's fiqh and chemm! oh nuuu &gt;_&lt;'''&lt;br /&gt;okay zaf. no more distractions. study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study study study study naega naega naega munjeo nege nege nege ppajeo ppajeo ppajeo boryeo baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH that is not studying. which part of studying don't u understand, zaf?!?!&lt;br /&gt;...uh. the studying part? err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. XD. 12 more papers! 12 more papers! just 12 more (that's 14 for you a.math people..)! i can doo this &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"this was no accident, this was a therapeutic chain of events."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Camisado - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-598773390632782012?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/598773390632782012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-regular-decorated-emergency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/598773390632782012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/598773390632782012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-regular-decorated-emergency.html' title='you&apos;re a regular decorated emergency;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-4432397152826064418</id><published>2009-05-03T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:00:50.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and isn't this exactly where you like me?</title><content type='html'>i don't know why, but suddenly i'm in the mood for Jesse McCartney.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby... take me on a journey.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, he's such a hopeless romantic =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, readers. it is currently 1:39 pm in Zaffie's Living room.&lt;br /&gt;ok no wait make that 1:40 pm in zaffie's living room.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about the outside world; it might be different =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. because why? zaffie lives in her own world. all her english teachers tell her that =__=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like talking about today's papers &gt;_&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on, those gorillas better be greatful for all the ink i used on the summary.&lt;br /&gt;about the passage on gorillas.&lt;br /&gt;the whole paper was about animals.&lt;br /&gt;something about Napoleon killing piglets and the need to protect gorillas.&lt;br /&gt;the whole time i was thinking..... "what the heck.... of all the random things for english papers to be about..... of all the randomest things..... why this.....??" =_______=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHH OI. i said i won't talk about today's papers right????  grr =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i just remembered that i'm sitting for phy paper 2 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;haha. just remembered. JUST remembered seyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipping tuition today to hafal tauhid. i'll prolly skip again on wednesday again to blaja IRK. hehehe =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh gosh. i'm missing two people so badly.&lt;br /&gt;so so badly )'=&lt;br /&gt;can't concentraaate. keep thinking about them. wehh D'=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. one week down, two more weeks of exams to go.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh you can do it zaff D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROKKUGO! ROKKUGO! ROKKUGO! *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG But It's Better IF You Do!! i miss that song!! wooohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"but i'm afraid that i, well i may have faked it, and i wouldn't be caught dead-d-dead-d-dead in this place"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`But It's Better If You Do - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-4432397152826064418?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/4432397152826064418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-isnt-this-exactly-where-you-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4432397152826064418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/4432397152826064418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-isnt-this-exactly-where-you-like-me.html' title='...and isn&apos;t this exactly where you like me?'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-724619026579021602</id><published>2009-05-03T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:36:21.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Like To Introduce Mr Sensitive.</title><content type='html'>ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my mental stability has reached a critical stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna tip off the wrong side and fall into a never ending abyss of depression if i don't do something quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i don't want to do anything. i CAN'T do anything.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm exhausted. all the turmoil these past few days has left me drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh sorry Az if all i ever talk about nowadays is how tired i am. &gt;_&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell the truth, i had no idea life could change so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;all the parties involved and the parties affected. not to mention the casualties along the way.&lt;br /&gt;(cheyy bobal mcm phm seh deknii)&lt;br /&gt;but seriously man, this is all TMTH. (woohoo danny! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now all i can do is hug my knees in a corner and shield my eyes till everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;(oh heyy that kinda rhymed!)&lt;br /&gt;ohhh mann i wish =__=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(yeah well, you could always study u know, zaf.)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahhhh? my conscience is back. ahaa. hello. long time no see.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOOOOOOO STUDY!!!! BECAUSE EXAMS ARE FUN!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel like asking me if i'm alright, don't bother, cuz i'm obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"give them ears, give them eyes, give some point to the cries"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`David Cook - Mr Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-724619026579021602?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/724619026579021602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-would-like-to-introduce-mr-sensitive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/724619026579021602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/724619026579021602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-would-like-to-introduce-mr-sensitive.html' title='I Would Like To Introduce Mr Sensitive.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-2763899222942429281</id><published>2009-05-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:49:03.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're throwing stones at a glass moon;</title><content type='html'>so just live your life.&lt;br /&gt;eehh.. ehh.. ehhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this swine flu thing's scaring the guts outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so. today's blog entry. what to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent finished memorising tauhid n fiqh.&lt;br /&gt;and phy and chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go study now. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"our beliefs of kissing beats at this moon"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Fall Out Boy - Carpal Tunnel Of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-2763899222942429281?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2763899222942429281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-throwing-stones-at-glass-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2763899222942429281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2763899222942429281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-throwing-stones-at-glass-moon.html' title='we&apos;re throwing stones at a glass moon;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-2206328176358857694</id><published>2009-05-02T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:29:46.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;ty&lt;br /&gt;mirotic is like so damn ex -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;ex??&lt;br /&gt;mirotic rox! D=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;tapi dah lame&lt;br /&gt;dah boring seh dgr&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;i just started listening lke 2 daysago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha so outdated&lt;br /&gt;what did u link me as?&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;eeka =_=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;got =_=?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;lol no&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;it's eeks not eeka&lt;br /&gt;you lied&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;no big deal seh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;oh eh?&lt;br /&gt;tk prasan&lt;br /&gt;otak dh tk btol gaknye&lt;br /&gt;sorray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;nehmind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAFFIE DAH SENGET~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;ntah. tkde buah pkran laen XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so baku&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;ok pe =P&lt;br /&gt;kate nk o lvl&lt;br /&gt;woohooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhh. o levels. sharkssss. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha omg Fray!! mentang2 laaa u got free unlimited sms =P hantar org msg panjang lebarrr.&lt;br /&gt;wait laa after exams we can dance our asses off. want? =D hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;mly lit.... =_=&lt;br /&gt;eww XD&lt;br /&gt;math tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;maths and science are optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;waaat?!&lt;br /&gt;math OPTIONAL?!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;argghh. can i go kill myself?? that's so not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;yes it is optional&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;but most of us take psl nk gi poly&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;wutthefisssshhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;grr &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;✖Eeka Nichkhun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;last time, only students who scored 60% or above can take maths&lt;br /&gt;klw tak, tkle amek&lt;br /&gt;as well as science&lt;br /&gt;and other optional subjects&lt;br /&gt;but now, dorg tk kesah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;ehhh =_=&lt;br /&gt;why's maarif nt liddat?!&lt;br /&gt;sharkss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh tk aci sehh. alaah.&lt;br /&gt;aih. study zaffie! studystudy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;diedie &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AzZaf says:&lt;br /&gt;*stuffs cake in zaf's mouth* c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;*chokes*&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-coughcough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AzZaf says:&lt;br /&gt;D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;u're tryin 2 kill mehh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;__&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AzZaf says:&lt;br /&gt;lol that'll be srsly funny. 16 yr old dies killed by cake&lt;br /&gt;lol not that I want it to happen &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(=ZäphÿRÃ! Extremely Temperamental. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;freakin funneh =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat klaka pe. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"running back into the fire when there's nothing left to say"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Strings - James Morisson Feat Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-2206328176358857694?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/2206328176358857694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-strings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2206328176358857694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/2206328176358857694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-strings.html' title='Broken Strings'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-3931258557901446124</id><published>2009-05-01T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:11:17.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Mind If You Wait Before You Tear Me Apart;</title><content type='html'>Dear Unnamed Person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your severity knows no boundary,&lt;br /&gt;you've deformed and damaged and crushed me,&lt;br /&gt;all with such sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;as an act of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sensitive. curse this defect of female nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn. sickeningly guilty and unrighteously happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharksdolphinswhalespenguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i'll distract myself now. gotta study. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If We Shed Too Much Light On This We'll See Through All The Cracks"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`David Cook - Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-3931258557901446124?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/3931258557901446124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-mind-if-you-wait-before-you-tear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3931258557901446124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/3931258557901446124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-mind-if-you-wait-before-you-tear.html' title='I Don&apos;t Mind If You Wait Before You Tear Me Apart;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-6274370346292626453</id><published>2009-05-01T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:59:27.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the things that never were;</title><content type='html'>youu're happy senile club, happy senile club! *click* happy senile club! *click* happy senile club! *click happy senile club! *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooots ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe lagu orang nyanyuk tp bahagia. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the record, i didn't make up that song ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. i really should stop blogging in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"even when i cross the line, it's like a lie i've told a thousand times"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Out From Under - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-6274370346292626453?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/6274370346292626453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-things-that-never-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6274370346292626453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/6274370346292626453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-things-that-never-were.html' title='all the things that never were;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-7859927172907308159</id><published>2009-04-30T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:46:18.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparisons Are Easily Done.........</title><content type='html'>ehh. my links list seeeeriezly ketinggalan zaman mann.&lt;br /&gt;i keep forgetting to relink whenever people tell me to.&lt;br /&gt;and now see lah, i'm left with a list of outdated links. maciaam dotdotdot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now. saper2 yg dah tukar link, tolong bilang eh? thanxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAFFIII!! i want the pictures from Tamp1!! D=&lt;br /&gt;pweaze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and!! i better remember to remove that vid frm the class blog. u know. so shabz won't kill meh =D&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. i wanna live, dudettes! i really do!&lt;br /&gt;...or not. o levels are so stressful. can i just go die instead..?&lt;br /&gt;ok shabz, go ahead and kill me =D&lt;br /&gt;come on, u know u want to ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"now the lesson's learnt, i touched and i was burnt."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Katy Perry - Thinking OF You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-7859927172907308159?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/7859927172907308159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/04/comparisons-are-easily-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7859927172907308159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/7859927172907308159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/04/comparisons-are-easily-done.html' title='Comparisons Are Easily Done.........'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665858773709922389.post-1330974957044481479</id><published>2009-04-29T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:34:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where I've Been Sold And Spun Again;</title><content type='html'>YOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessar~! new blog, cool URL. life is gooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the little things in life that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, i could be studying (exam season baby!), or sleeping, or eating.&lt;br /&gt;u know. all those normal stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;but, u know, i'm not normal =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so well let's talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;i actually did my tafsir paper sincerely this time! haha =P&lt;br /&gt;it's more like a "i-spent-lotsa-time-on-this-so-you-better-appreciate-it" kind of sincere =P&lt;br /&gt;ok wait. that doesn't sound very sincere...... nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did anyone find tafsir difficult? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phychem was surprisingly okay too.&lt;br /&gt;...save a handful of questions that put exclamation marks in my head (and on the paper- don't ask) of course. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what else? suddenly i'm blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh. dah sunggoh2 buat HTML untok bende nih. penat2 type. tros tkde bende nk bobal. apee je.&lt;br /&gt;what la. no inspirasi =P&lt;br /&gt;and yes, ustad. i know i'm an inspiration. thanx.... *twitchy eye* hehe=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh qaqa!!&lt;br /&gt;i listened to Mirotic already *wiggles eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;okay. i know u told me to wait till after exams, but i was boooored.&lt;br /&gt;woohoohoo. the song rocks. *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THAT REMINDS ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrysorrysorrynaegenaegamunjeoegenegenegeppajeoppajeoppaejoboryeobebehh~&lt;br /&gt;fray! dance with me! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol okay. that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I Feel Sick, I Feel Nervous, I Know Just What I Did To Deserve This."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`David Cook- Bar-ba-sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665858773709922389-1330974957044481479?l=milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/feeds/1330974957044481479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-where-ive-been-sold-and-spun-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1330974957044481479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665858773709922389/posts/default/1330974957044481479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milq-and-qkies.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-where-ive-been-sold-and-spun-again.html' title='Oh Where I&apos;ve Been Sold And Spun Again;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
