<?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-6907425</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:22:43.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Zee</title><subtitle type='html'>well..first of all..my name's zee..erm..thats my nick actualli..ma real name is fauziana..nice aint it..hahaha..try typin it in yahoo..see wad ya get thr! haha..niwae i can sae im a confident bitch..haha..and i care nuts but wad others haf to comment on me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-110907953406904941</id><published>2005-02-22T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T21:38:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;superba~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess wad..im out of da freakin small circuit..roamin the streets with the rest of da vehicles~! coolest i tell u..thanks eh-ah eh-ah guys fer motivatin me..u haf no idea how i freakin happy i am..hahaha..superb..ok yah..im still at prac one..hahaha..i noe im freakin slow..but im still motivated to get my bike..its gonna be my sexy baby..hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;actualli i woke up like at 7.10..wit lecture at 8..damn it..so i din go fer first class..stupid right..took cab to sch..hehe..ask daddy fer money..im kinda running dry..cant wait till thurs night..fri morn..hahaha..my glorious 900 bucks..it is easy money huh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well..i was suppose to do proj..but i din..shit-so..wad kinda leader am i..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im kinda tired..i wanna slp..nite baby..i love u..huar hua hua!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-110907953406904941?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110907953406904941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110907953406904941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110907953406904941' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-110899721033187313</id><published>2005-02-21T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:46:50.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven blogged fer ages..i noe i noe..seriously..i dunno wads becomin of me..i feel like im losing wadever i tot and believe i am..hate that fact..im sorry..im nt proud..and its not that i don wanna change into a better person..just that im really superbly fine with hu i am..i din get into a relationship to change myself..i wan a relationship in wic we embrace each other and not make each other feel so low abt herself..things really gt to change..we are to work ourselves around each other..not to mould ourselves into a new being to satisfy each other..and don be a male chauvinist please..stop believin that i cant do wad u can..i grew up in a girls sch..we did everythin without de help of guys..im not bein proud..but don look down on me can?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i haf my RTT on fridae..wish me all de best k! huahuahua..and yah..just fer updatin u all..im still stuck at prac one! damn it..damn u intructors..haha..they are super nice..i recommend u SSDC!! huahuahua.. i gt my basic theory on 1st of april..can u believe it that daddy sae he will pay fer me fer car lisence if i drop my bike NOW! must be crazy..i wan to be on SCRAMLER!! i dun care! damn u guys if u think u can stop me..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im banned..from hangin out with em..can u believe it..damn it..i love de O.C! nadiah esp! aisyah..nasy..khadi..hid..we're all still frens..can u believe it..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;shit. i gt a project to do..&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-110899721033187313?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110899721033187313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110899721033187313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110899721033187313' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-110373155334834170</id><published>2004-12-23T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:05:53.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuckin piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-110373155334834170?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110373155334834170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110373155334834170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110373155334834170' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-110079358065679167</id><published>2004-11-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:59:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenlie..i find myself starin into thin air..thoughts run thru my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-110079358065679167?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110079358065679167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110079358065679167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110079358065679167' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-110036175384820828</id><published>2004-11-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T00:02:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="snow fairy" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/meduckie/1070202374_CMyDocumentsangel0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like the snow fairy, she is very beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;she has the power to make things beautiful, but&lt;br /&gt;She is sometimes quite selfish, and spends most&lt;br /&gt;of the time she should be using her magic&lt;br /&gt;staring at her self in the mirror. Other than&lt;br /&gt;the fact that she is vain and selfish. She is&lt;br /&gt;a nice person, when she IS actually using her&lt;br /&gt;magic, her powers are great, and she is very&lt;br /&gt;helpful. Well that's most of the tings about&lt;br /&gt;the snow fairy, can you relate to some of them?&lt;br /&gt;You probably can, because that is what this&lt;br /&gt;quiz is for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/meduckie/quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20**The%20ultimate%20Fairy%20quiz**(anime%20pics!)%20for%20girls,%20but%20if%20you%20are%20a%20guy%20you%20can%20take%20it%20too!%20!**being%20improved%20more**!/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;**The ultimate Fairy quiz**(anime pics!) for girls, but if you are a guy you can take it too! !**being improved more**!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x886c6bc)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168577_zprotector.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Mystery" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jai16/1099788690_icsMystery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your Beauty lies&lt;br /&gt;in Mystery. Captivating, mysterious and alone. You&lt;br /&gt;are the girl in the little&lt;br /&gt;black number that no one seems to know, the eternal&lt;br /&gt;mystery girl. You make it a&lt;br /&gt;point to never let anyone know more about you than&lt;br /&gt;you want them to and do a&lt;br /&gt;very good job of it. You're there one minute and&lt;br /&gt;gone the next leaving them in&lt;br /&gt;wonder of who you really are. A mature and normally&lt;br /&gt;calm individual, quiet and&lt;br /&gt;enjoy spending many hours of the day on your own,&lt;br /&gt;most likely preferring night&lt;br /&gt;to day . You love the dark and some may find you a&lt;br /&gt;bit strange. You seem to be&lt;br /&gt;rather distant and cold making hard for people to&lt;br /&gt;get close to you, though you&lt;br /&gt;probably like the distance they usually keep. You&lt;br /&gt;probably wear make-up, but&lt;br /&gt;concentrate more around your eyes than anything.&lt;br /&gt;You know the effect you have&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy keeping people in wonder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some Things&lt;br /&gt;That Represent You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Element:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark, Water &lt;b&gt;Animal:&lt;/b&gt; Panther &lt;b&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, Maroon, Dark&lt;br /&gt;Tones &lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; In The Shadows by The Rasmus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expression:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sly Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gemstone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Diamond &lt;b&gt;Mythological Creature:&lt;/b&gt; Demon,&lt;br /&gt;Vampire &lt;b&gt;Sign:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio &lt;b&gt;Planet:&lt;/b&gt; Venus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/b&gt; Black &lt;b&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garnet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the shadows for all time."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Jai16/quizzes/Where%20Does%20Your%20Beauty%20Lie?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Where Does Your Beauty Lie? ..::Original Pictures Are Back! Detailed Results::..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  ok..so i've just proved myself that im dead bored..11.55pm..just 5 mins away from hari raya..SLAMAT HARI RAYA to all of u celebrating it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   we finally receive our letter of termination at cosi..kinda expected..finally..de dae haf came..its all over..cosi's over..a tiny chapter of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    everyone seem to be ill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    throat itchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-110036175384820828?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110036175384820828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/110036175384820828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110036175384820828' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109961082509267305</id><published>2004-11-05T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T07:27:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok..&lt;br /&gt;the thing is i need slp..&lt;br /&gt;onli gt like 1 hour of slp last nite..&lt;br /&gt;awaken by baby..&lt;br /&gt;continouslie tryin to get me up to study..&lt;br /&gt;with his threats of him leaving my house and head home..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;guess wad..&lt;br /&gt;it work..&lt;br /&gt;i gt up..&lt;br /&gt;hugs hugs..&lt;br /&gt;kisses kisses..&lt;br /&gt;and head fer de books after makin myself coffee..&lt;br /&gt;and soothed my thirst with cream soda..&lt;br /&gt;did wonders fer my thirst i tell u..&lt;br /&gt;den once i headed fer my books at abt 4 in de morning..&lt;br /&gt;baby fell aslp beside me..&lt;br /&gt;god knows how he does it..&lt;br /&gt;but he did...&lt;br /&gt;he awake at practically my every move..&lt;br /&gt;he gt angry at me taking a picture with my hp..&lt;br /&gt;well de pic is actualli de haircut i wan..&lt;br /&gt;planning to cut my hair todae..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae..&lt;br /&gt;back to de story..&lt;br /&gt;he took my hp..&lt;br /&gt;place it under him..&lt;br /&gt;and force me back to my books..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;haha!!&lt;br /&gt;baby im laughing at u!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae its almost 7.30 in de morn..&lt;br /&gt;having stomach aches..&lt;br /&gt;must be de coffee i ingested to keep me awake to mug fer my bloody paper..&lt;br /&gt;actualli de paper is an hr awae..&lt;br /&gt;still haven showered..&lt;br /&gt;baby is aslp..&lt;br /&gt;baby 'tgah malas nak layan me'&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;cause i was irritating him with nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im blessed..&lt;br /&gt;fer having him by my side de whole nite..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109961082509267305?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109961082509267305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109961082509267305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109961082509267305' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109955987198570773</id><published>2004-11-04T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T17:17:51.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok..suddenly i'm feeling sick of my life..these daily routine is getting to me now that im stuck at home spozedli mugging fer tmr's paper..suddenli i dunt feel like being someone that i hafta be..but to drop it all will come with a super expensive cost..hmmm..more like a few 5 digit number..$15,000..an astimation..i dunt feel like being a nurse..well..mayb i wont mind if i dint hafta think that my life is pretty much planned fer de nex 4 and da half more years..arghhh...is this wad i really wanna do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's my last paper..and next week my attachment starts..4 weeks long...arent i supoz to deserve a holiday..a relaxing period before i head to de wards all over again..but i wont get it..working till closing everydae till sunday..and mondae i start at de hospital all over again..attachments are no longer like those in year 1 whr u basicly haf all ure frens working together in de same ward...no more of that..it use to be 12 of us in de same shift at de same ward..but now..its onli me and lin in de same shift at one go..haiz..loneliness..while overwhelm with responsibilities..hopeli thr's year 1..maybe interesting year one's...not boring pple..no offence to those nurses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing b..missing him to de core..the very fact that we dont get to go out and really spend time..mayb a movie baby tmr nite?? after work??...hmmm..budden..we'll see how lah ehh..i miss u to bits..i love just being in ure arms...i love us just slackin..in each other arms..while u tell me how ure dae was and wadeva interesting stories u haf..i love u baby..but baby..i noe u think that sumtimes..de use of force is appropriate..but..i dont agree with u..thr's many ways right..i hate it wen u use force on me..i hate de wae u shake in anger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109955987198570773?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109955987198570773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109955987198570773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109955987198570773' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109955986919002004</id><published>2004-11-04T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T17:17:49.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok..suddenly i'm feeling sick of my life..these daily routine is getting to me now that im stuck at home spozedli mugging fer tmr's paper..suddenli i dunt feel like being someone that i hafta be..but to drop it all will come with a super expensive cost..hmmm..more like a few 5 digit number..$15,000..an astimation..i dunt feel like being a nurse..well..mayb i wont mind if i dint hafta think that my life is pretty much planned fer de nex 4 and da half more years..arghhh...is this wad i really wanna do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's my last paper..and next week my attachment starts..4 weeks long...arent i supoz to deserve a holiday..a relaxing period before i head to de wards all over again..but i wont get it..working till closing everydae till sunday..and mondae i start at de hospital all over again..attachments are no longer like those in year 1 whr u basicly haf all ure frens working together in de same ward...no more of that..it use to be 12 of us in de same shift at de same ward..but now..its onli me and lin in de same shift at one go..haiz..loneliness..while overwhelm with responsibilities..hopeli thr's year 1..maybe interesting year one's...not boring pple..no offence to those nurses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing b..missing him to de core..the very fact that we dont get to go out and really spend time..mayb a movie baby tmr nite?? after work??...hmmm..budden..we'll see how lah ehh..i miss u to bits..i love just being in ure arms...i love us just slackin..in each other arms..while u tell me how ure dae was and wadeva interesting stories u haf..i love u baby..but baby..i noe u think that sumtimes..de use of force is appropriate..but..i dont agree with u..thr's many ways right..i hate it wen u use force on me..i hate de wae u shake in anger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109955986919002004?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109955986919002004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109955986919002004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109955986919002004' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109955430976075876</id><published>2004-11-04T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T15:45:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in loveeeeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woohoooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;fasting month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;once again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;its de 20th dae if im nt wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;haven fasted fer 6 daes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;its de period ok!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and de week before..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i was down with very bad flu!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but i had my baby by my side all de wAE~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;superb i tell u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wannnaaa studyyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109955430976075876?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109955430976075876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109955430976075876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109955430976075876' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109777619244941205</id><published>2004-10-15T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T01:49:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-10/846088/DSC00233.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109777619244941205?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109777619244941205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109777619244941205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109777619244941205' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109708079869909224</id><published>2004-10-07T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T00:43:11.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My baby's 2nd bOoOOOo!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="352" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-10/846088/krKu.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109708079869909224?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109708079869909224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109708079869909224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109708079869909224' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109698426570426919</id><published>2004-10-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:40:17.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;there's certain things within me that i try to hide..there's parts of me in wic i dont want anione to see..for i feel like a human born without the comfort of that layer of skin that protects the poor chap for the harsh reality of the world that will just make me tumble down and die..to love someone to me is a stepping stop to gettin my heart pierced..not once..not twice..but at every occasion that brings out the dagger..that will expose the vulnerabilities within me..to feel sensations that only that certain sumone can extract out..to entertain this feelings will only bring about the tendency to suppress myself to such horrendous thoughts..but &lt;strong&gt;the coin have two sides to it&lt;/strong&gt;..and so do everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i fell in love with u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..the sense of joy u bring me is indescribable..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its euphoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..i hug u too much..for i became too addicted to it..i love everything i feel wen im with..de laughs..everything.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for this certain something that i wish i never possess..for this personality trait to not co exist in de same body..im trying to not be affected..im trying..i really am..i swear..but i just cant..needs more work on it i guess..i'll just trust u..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dont think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-10/846088/zeezul.jpg" width=288 height=352&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week of sch..that does signal the start of joy..more like otherwise..2 weeks of attachment..2 weeks of exams..4 weeks of attachment once again..only to be able to welcome the holidays on the 3rd of Dec..seems so far awae..but days are passing faster and faster before we know it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happen a certain way..a certain manner..hopefully wadeva happens..happens with a light shone on it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109698426570426919?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109698426570426919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109698426570426919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109698426570426919' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109694801351562514</id><published>2004-10-05T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T16:12:06.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to let my feelings be known would only show that im petty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stay to de boxiology ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109694801351562514?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109694801351562514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109694801351562514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109694801351562514' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109686803223565137</id><published>2004-10-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T13:33:52.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i told myself that i wont get worked up over her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and wad happen to myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hate de bloody fact that it made me worked up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;get a grip of ureself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;noone should be able to haf de capability to affect me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hate it wen my insides are so vulnerable to other pple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck the world zee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;u din wan to be affected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;u din wan others to haf de capability to make u tear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but sumone haf that capabilty to make u cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;make u weep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;make u feel so low..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;they always say dont cry for someone who wont cry for u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont even think u have the capability to make that person tear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;den why did u practically cry ure eyes out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;get so fuckin affected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck u zee for being so weak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;how come u can ignore it wen de rest of de world is bitchy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;only to be crushed by de one u feel so much for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe i haven done enough for u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe i haven been perfect for u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe im de worst bitch to u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mayb just maybe....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109686803223565137?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109686803223565137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109686803223565137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109686803223565137' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109673915989474731</id><published>2004-10-03T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T01:47:19.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;... a dedication to ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---YOU---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are my beloved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eat my heart out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make me go crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;warms my heart up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surprise me everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bring me back to ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mean the universe to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think of my best interests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never seem to be punctual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can be the biggest idiot ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a pillar of new found strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hug me with love and passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can make an argument so unncessary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be there for me anywhere anytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make me smile and cry at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made me realise what love is mostly about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lately we've been spending so much time together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it means so much to me that you're here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it when i have the comforts of your arms around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hate it when we talk crap, only to be hurt in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just want you to know that there's nothing else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that would please me except for your presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i say i .l.o.v.e. you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i truly do.....&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/6907425-109673915989474731?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109673915989474731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109673915989474731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109673915989474731' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109646596520257424</id><published>2004-09-29T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:52:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im de bitch..&lt;br /&gt;de selfish one..&lt;br /&gt;de self centered one..&lt;br /&gt;pardon my doings..&lt;br /&gt;ignorant..&lt;br /&gt;always doing or sayin stuff without seeing it from ure point of view..&lt;br /&gt;im sorry..&lt;br /&gt;really..&lt;br /&gt;i cant accept wen u say sumthin is wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109646596520257424?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109646596520257424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109646596520257424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109646596520257424' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109275634465915617</id><published>2004-08-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:25:44.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nadiah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my bestest buddie..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanx..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sch was such a bore..de onli part i actualli enjoy is that baby dick is in de same sch as me..really like that..actualli i never tot i will end up with sumone from sch..date..mayb..but nt get together..but im totally lovin this same-sch-with-bf environment actualli..get to spend so much tym with each other..wait..wad if its too much..baby d. will get bored of me..hmm..sumthin to ponder on and improvise..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well..actualli..i did get together with sumone from in de same sch as me before..in O.I..yahh..it slipped my mind..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously..im sorry to ask fer de photoes to b erased..i do regret askin u to delete it..fer de very reason that it wasnt sumthin u were willin to..wad de heck rite..over.done.period..it was accordin to u "fun arguing for no real reason"..guess it all to u was fer no real reason..i declare refusal to acknowledge anithin that gotta do with 'her'..do onto others wad u wanna be done onto u.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i gotta get back on track in sch..its really buggin me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry i went m.i.a durin de concert..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wildcat got bruises on arms becoz of him! kesian wildcat..she showed me just now!! literally abused physically..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109275634465915617?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109275634465915617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109275634465915617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109275634465915617' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109236337296276879</id><published>2004-08-13T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T10:16:12.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;good morning to all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm actualli up and awake at this bloody hour..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de tv and radio repeatedly anouncing the new prime minister of singapore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've never felt lyk this b4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im lovin every min of this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u are all i ever want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i've never felt like this before-remind me to d/l this song aightz)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;temper is not my worst trait..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jealousy is..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;any suspecious behavior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leads to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paranoia thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leadin to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;un-likable behavior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ways to overcome..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.dont give a damn..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meaning dont bother abt it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont even breathe abt it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont mean that u hafta be mean after..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me sayin 'dont b too nice'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my only reason fer sayin that is..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for u will only make me more in love with u..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i dont wanna b so in love with u..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only to give u the power to hurt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im feelin..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;exhausted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;famished&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy with myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in love with my big fat baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;plans for my bloody future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now - 2006....poly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2006-2009....sgh bond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2009-2011....livin my stewardin dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2011-2012...advance dip in nursin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can only plan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i love u~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109236337296276879?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109236337296276879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109236337296276879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109236337296276879' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-109184905599363357</id><published>2004-08-07T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T11:24:15.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wooahhh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been a month still i last updated..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturdae mornin..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;workin in abt 7 hrs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant wait..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mayb endin at 11.30 or more..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wadeva..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wanna b out of my hse..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shud be out of my hse soon enuf..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i wan todae is to b with my frens..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna be with u nadiah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok..that sounded lesbian-ish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wadeva man..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've had better days..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;better mornings..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;betta nights..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;better..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i never knew...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fer de only reason that it'll only keep playin in my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;words cloud my mind..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishin i could pen down here..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but never would sumone discover wads within..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wads really within..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my feelings..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my very thoughts..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not meant to be let out..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna keep inside..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just leave me alone todae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-109184905599363357?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109184905599363357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/109184905599363357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109184905599363357' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108925585204083479</id><published>2004-07-08T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T11:07:21.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have u ever gone lookin..&lt;br /&gt;onli to realise that u never shud haf..&lt;br /&gt;regretin de whole search u just engaged in..&lt;br /&gt;wishin u never haf stumbled upon sumthin u first haf feared to b of existance..&lt;br /&gt;onli to start ure dae feelin realli low..&lt;br /&gt;hopin that de hours to come will haf happier tyms in stored for u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant fall down on my knees &lt;br /&gt;and apologise to u..&lt;br /&gt;cause it aint my style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit..&lt;br /&gt;quittt..&lt;br /&gt;quit it..&lt;br /&gt;but im cravin..&lt;br /&gt;cravin to de maxx..&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me this habitual activity..&lt;br /&gt;haf turn into addiction..&lt;br /&gt;shit..&lt;br /&gt;i usually can stop it..&lt;br /&gt;common im in control..&lt;br /&gt;am i still in control..&lt;br /&gt;nuthin else will control me..&lt;br /&gt;bare that in mind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108925585204083479?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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got my limits..&lt;br /&gt;everythin haf its limits..&lt;br /&gt;shud haf gone..&lt;br /&gt;y din i..&lt;br /&gt;stupid me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;password..&lt;br /&gt;changed..&lt;br /&gt;before u asked me to..&lt;br /&gt;stop deletin my stuff..&lt;br /&gt;pisses me off if pple mess arnd wid my stuff..&lt;br /&gt;dint mind u lookin thru my stuff..&lt;br /&gt;but u just had to delete rite..&lt;br /&gt;wad de heck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd tym..&lt;br /&gt;2nd bloody tym..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ure time in lalaland..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god...&lt;br /&gt;nadiahhh..&lt;br /&gt;tank u so muchh..&lt;br /&gt;tankz fer de pink rose..&lt;br /&gt;fer u to just drop by to gimme a flower..&lt;br /&gt;knowin that im in de dumps..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad i'd do without u..&lt;br /&gt;geezz..&lt;br /&gt;i love u so much princess~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actualli teared once i settled down..&lt;br /&gt;lookin at de rose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ure de best princess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108893771290867572?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108893771290867572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108893771290867572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108893771290867572' title='overly consumed'/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108835450781257801</id><published>2004-06-28T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T00:41:47.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keep it in a box..&lt;br /&gt;not all..&lt;br /&gt;just de......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep me in de box too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a different approach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a different person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de same concept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de same mentality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assupmtions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zee shut up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108835450781257801?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind nt meetin u fer days..&lt;br /&gt;it drives me nuts not bein able to contact u fer just a few hours!!&lt;br /&gt;its a wonder how i am still alive and kickin after 'de cut'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn shitty dae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went fer appt at kkh..&lt;br /&gt;discovered 3 huge cyst in my left..&lt;br /&gt;will b discussin abt de operation in 2 months tym..&lt;br /&gt;they took blood from me!!&lt;br /&gt;my blood was just gushin in de tube..&lt;br /&gt;as tho feelin ever so eager to leave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn fed up wid de f-up coordinator of sgh..&lt;br /&gt;hello fuck..&lt;br /&gt;i got to take care of my health b4 i take care of others ok fuck..&lt;br /&gt;so dont come and fuckin tell me that im not coordinated ok..&lt;br /&gt;ure a fuckin nurse..&lt;br /&gt;arent u spoz to understand that goin fer med check ups are never a breeze..&lt;br /&gt;there will b lots of fuckin cues..&lt;br /&gt;fuck u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workin in de renal ward was chaos..&lt;br /&gt;thank god thr was a nice nurse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108783255227406518?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108783255227406518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108783255227406518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108783255227406518' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108748224593750681</id><published>2004-06-17T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:24:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108748224593750681?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108748224593750681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to u reminded me abt a topic that i shud blog abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mondae nite..&lt;br /&gt;i went to chalet..&lt;br /&gt;thats wen it all started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls fave word behind thier bf's back.."FUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;i went to work straight from de chalet..&lt;br /&gt;and from de chalet nite till 12 midnite of tue..&lt;br /&gt;4 gals were damn pissed wid thier boo..&lt;br /&gt;"fuckin cheebai"&lt;br /&gt;"stupid bastard"&lt;br /&gt;"idiot"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;those were to words that were uttered nonstop in dedication towards thier supposedly "loved" ones..&lt;br /&gt;imagine..&lt;br /&gt;4 gals all mad at thier bfs..&lt;br /&gt;all at de same tym..&lt;br /&gt;is it pure coincidence..&lt;br /&gt;or is it plain ignorance on de guy's part..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if guys continously swear towards thier gfs too.&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;fer one thing..&lt;br /&gt;all these 4 gals turned to tobacco fer comfort..&lt;br /&gt;guys..&lt;br /&gt;fer god sake..&lt;br /&gt;puhlease be more understandin..&lt;br /&gt;or mayb de gov shud have this scheme in wic guys hafta go fer compulsory 'empathy' classes..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;but den gaian..&lt;br /&gt;only god knows wad goes on in thier brain..&lt;br /&gt;they might just not noe how to show affection..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;wadeva..&lt;br /&gt;or de guys can b just plain fucked up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh..&lt;br /&gt;i just rmbred how much i love kids just now..&lt;br /&gt;i was playin wid kids durin my job just now..&lt;br /&gt;they were damn cute..&lt;br /&gt;both of em ran den held my hand..&lt;br /&gt;de younger one on one side..&lt;br /&gt;de older one on another!&lt;br /&gt;damn small and cute i tell u..&lt;br /&gt;ok i noe i was spoz to b workin..&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help it..&lt;br /&gt;they were ever so cute..&lt;br /&gt;and they made so much noise that de 'sister' came out..&lt;br /&gt;in my heart i was like 'fuck..am i gonna get into trouble'..&lt;br /&gt;but luckily de 'sister' that was pmsin said..&lt;br /&gt;'ask them to be good girls and sit at de chairs'&lt;br /&gt;phew~!&lt;br /&gt;they were seriously so cute..&lt;br /&gt;arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE KIDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hopefulli i can get my own..&lt;br /&gt;i will love em to bits..&lt;br /&gt;even if i were to marry to 'f' up husband..&lt;br /&gt;first of all..&lt;br /&gt;i dont hafta worry..&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine myself finally settlin down..&lt;br /&gt;ok..wait..&lt;br /&gt;im scarin myself wid de tot of marriage!&lt;br /&gt;ok bye..&lt;br /&gt;ishkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk~!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108739772502033571?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108739772502033571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108739772502033571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108739772502033571' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108696765285664199</id><published>2004-06-11T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T23:27:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall finally update my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisyahh..&lt;br /&gt;this is not an EMO entry ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all..&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember how long i haven blogged..&lt;br /&gt;been bz bz bz..&lt;br /&gt;bz wid work that is..&lt;br /&gt;workin at cosi cafe scotts rd..&lt;br /&gt;workin at sgh ward 55b..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy din pick me up..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;he was workin nite..&lt;br /&gt;on standby sumwhr..&lt;br /&gt;finish work at 9..&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 11..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workin in de urology ward haf been great.&lt;br /&gt;i love workin in male env..&lt;br /&gt;they are just so much nicer to work wid..&lt;br /&gt;i haf seen countless number of dicks since i worked in this ward eva in my life..&lt;br /&gt;de docs are great here!!&lt;br /&gt;de male docs esp..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;i noe most nr students are crushin on dr harry ho..&lt;br /&gt;but i like another..&lt;br /&gt;haven seen him arnd tho..&lt;br /&gt;love workin wid germ n adeq..&lt;br /&gt;stupid bitch staff nurse..&lt;br /&gt;u dare complain abt me..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;see wad u will get in return..&lt;br /&gt;wanna bitch bout me to my lecturer..&lt;br /&gt;i can do it back to u..&lt;br /&gt;and u will get in trouble wid de nursing officer..&lt;br /&gt;muahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;too bad all de nr students hate u..&lt;br /&gt;*ishk..i sound so evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ham..&lt;br /&gt;my dear..&lt;br /&gt;i hope u doin fine..&lt;br /&gt;sorry cant haf lunch wid u just now..&lt;br /&gt;i haf work my dear..&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet up another dae k sweetie..&lt;br /&gt;ure too nice a guy..&lt;br /&gt;gals are always mean to u!&lt;br /&gt;idiots noe..&lt;br /&gt;b too nice and they step on ure head..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe u din tell me u went out of town..&lt;br /&gt;im sure a simple msg wont take a min..&lt;br /&gt;too bz i guess..&lt;br /&gt;or was i just forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;argh wadeva..&lt;br /&gt;if this is de wae u wan things to b..&lt;br /&gt;so b it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;wad else can i write..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108696765285664199?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108696765285664199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108696765285664199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108696765285664199' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108645701242479435</id><published>2004-06-06T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T01:36:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thoughts of u flood my mind..&lt;br /&gt;every second..&lt;br /&gt;every moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108645701242479435?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108645701242479435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108645701242479435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108645701242479435' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108637056434307583</id><published>2004-06-05T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T14:14:00.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a great dae wid de nr gals..&lt;br /&gt;ermmm..&lt;br /&gt;been spendin alot of tym wid them..&lt;br /&gt;minus pinky..&lt;br /&gt;minus 'beyonce'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey..&lt;br /&gt;b..&lt;br /&gt;u just called me 'dawg'&lt;br /&gt;idiot noe u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwae ever since i slack wid them alot..&lt;br /&gt;to make up fer my absence durin de whole of de 2nd semester..&lt;br /&gt;we kinda got more updated wid each other personal lyf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez..&lt;br /&gt;i heard so much stories abt 'pizzahut employees'..&lt;br /&gt;they arent good..&lt;br /&gt;geez..&lt;br /&gt;now if i order pizza..&lt;br /&gt;i will look at em with this 'im sure ure just another typical pizzahut guy wid a bike that carry this idiotic attitude'&lt;br /&gt;ok i noe..im not bein fair..&lt;br /&gt;but wait till u hear de stories abt em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear 'sista'..&lt;br /&gt;if only u noe wad i found out..&lt;br /&gt;it will just crash u..&lt;br /&gt;he is such an idiot..&lt;br /&gt;u trusted him..&lt;br /&gt;u gave him all..&lt;br /&gt;and this is wad u got back in return..&lt;br /&gt;u believe de best in him..&lt;br /&gt;his sugary sweet words won u over everytym..&lt;br /&gt;seriously..&lt;br /&gt;im a fren of ures..&lt;br /&gt;a close one i might consider myself to b..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmbr wen u guys kept sumthin from me fer a month..&lt;br /&gt;i swear i lost trust in all of u..&lt;br /&gt;but i realise..&lt;br /&gt;frenship aint worth losin fer a guy..&lt;br /&gt;hid baby..&lt;br /&gt;i think u will agree on this one wid me rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen u gals hear stories abt relationship in wic both participants of de game are actualli playin by de rules..&lt;br /&gt;u envy em..&lt;br /&gt;wen u hear story of em bitches and bastards cheatin on thier mate..&lt;br /&gt;u go 'ishk ishk ishk' and just laugh it awae..&lt;br /&gt;wen u stories of em bein cheated on..&lt;br /&gt;u will go like 'guys r all de same'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;wadeva it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairuz..&lt;br /&gt;yes..im dedicatin thsi section fer ure testi..&lt;br /&gt;i noe de testi is so makin u gloat..&lt;br /&gt;relax bro..&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haf never seen u in such a wae to b able to pen down such feelings fer ya..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;bluek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a black skirt and a pair of black shoe!&lt;br /&gt;and gotta get that black top from giordano..&lt;br /&gt;goin out wid u after so long of not meetin u!!&lt;br /&gt;wooHooOo..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;so u gonna follow me shop fer stuff!&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;mayb u will b a good bf..&lt;br /&gt;geez..&lt;br /&gt;only sum guys can tahan shoppin fer gals stuff..&lt;br /&gt;good on ya mate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i nak meet uuuuuuuu............&lt;br /&gt;b i miss uuuuuu.....&lt;br /&gt;(ishk i sound so desperate..im not ok..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadiah..&lt;br /&gt;tell me if wad u bought is comfy aight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg!!&lt;br /&gt;can de world stop askin if we are sisters!!&lt;br /&gt;becoz we will just say yes..&lt;br /&gt;and wen we say yes..&lt;br /&gt;don ask us if its really true..&lt;br /&gt;we will say yes again..&lt;br /&gt;and wen we sae yes..&lt;br /&gt;don ask us fer our age..&lt;br /&gt;i noe u will expect me to b de older one rite..&lt;br /&gt;just becoz im taller..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been ages since i blog wid really long entries..&lt;br /&gt;niwae can u believe it..&lt;br /&gt;daddy wans me to go doc later todae wid younger bro..&lt;br /&gt;he says we need to see de doc coz we are prolly down wid sumthin..&lt;br /&gt;geez..&lt;br /&gt;its just a case of de sniffles daddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108637056434307583?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108637056434307583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108637056434307583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108637056434307583' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108628680845819051</id><published>2004-06-04T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T02:20:08.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;mumsie din make me almond jello..&lt;br /&gt;hrmphh..&lt;br /&gt;she was too distraught her kuih din turn out well..&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuaR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun haf ani expectation of anione or anithin in my life..&lt;br /&gt;given that..&lt;br /&gt;i dun like it wen pple haf expectations that they expect me to live up to..&lt;br /&gt;im not born into this world to please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call it arrogance..&lt;br /&gt;call it independence..&lt;br /&gt;i just dont expect anione to provide fer me in any wae..&lt;br /&gt;cause wen u rely on sumone so much..&lt;br /&gt;u will only b upset if de person fail to deliver wad is promised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"promises are meant to b broken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure thats true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"trust"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108628680845819051?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108628680845819051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108628680845819051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108628680845819051' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108615974483196887</id><published>2004-06-02T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T15:02:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall blog since i gt de tym to do so..&lt;br /&gt;can u ever walk down orchard and not b approached by anione..&lt;br /&gt;be it those pple passin flyers..&lt;br /&gt;be it those doin surveys..&lt;br /&gt;be it those pple scoutin fer models off de road..&lt;br /&gt;be it those pple sellin shitnitz..&lt;br /&gt;for those passin flyers..&lt;br /&gt;don they realise that it will end up in de rubbish bin ahead..&lt;br /&gt;fer those scoutin models off de street..&lt;br /&gt;common..&lt;br /&gt;im doubtin de model industry..&lt;br /&gt;u ask this chix to model..&lt;br /&gt;but they gotta fork out $$ fer thier portfolios..&lt;br /&gt;and erm..&lt;br /&gt;wad exactly are de chances of a girl off de road gettin assignments?&lt;br /&gt;and how successful can a local get on this industry?&lt;br /&gt;and this gals will definately haf to undergo training..&lt;br /&gt;walk de walk..&lt;br /&gt;talk de talk..&lt;br /&gt;bitchy is de word fer models..&lt;br /&gt;erm y u might ask..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;all de confidence..&lt;br /&gt;knowin they are like pretty..&lt;br /&gt;earning well..&lt;br /&gt;popular..&lt;br /&gt;it all turn into arrogance fer most..&lt;br /&gt;wadeva..&lt;br /&gt;wassup wid beauty aniwae..&lt;br /&gt;sum pple are just sufferin from over-obsessive-beauty-disorder&lt;br /&gt;"woahh pretty chix"&lt;br /&gt;"woahh she's hot"&lt;br /&gt;"woah i wish she was mine"&lt;br /&gt;"woah..wad i'd give fer a gal like that"&lt;br /&gt;geez..&lt;br /&gt;shit head&lt;br /&gt;haf it ever occured to u that pretty chix u referin to might haf a personality disorder..&lt;br /&gt;i was watchin tv..&lt;br /&gt;and happen to stumble upon sumthin that interest me..&lt;br /&gt;"no pretty girl haf a clean history"&lt;br /&gt;honestly..&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;haf u ever wondered why..&lt;br /&gt;mayb we shud all pause and think..&lt;br /&gt;give em a break..&lt;br /&gt;they are blessed wid beauty..&lt;br /&gt;but haf u heard..&lt;br /&gt;"beauty is a curse"&lt;br /&gt;referin to de article in Cleo..&lt;br /&gt;pretty chix haf to bare in mind that they can be used de same wae a trophy works fer a guy..&lt;br /&gt;haf u heard of being "trophy gf/bf"?&lt;br /&gt;be content wid wad u haf..&lt;br /&gt;thats wad im doin..&lt;br /&gt;im content wid wad i haf..&lt;br /&gt;i love myself..&lt;br /&gt;i love my frens..&lt;br /&gt;i love my B..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgive.&lt;br /&gt;i don forget.&lt;br /&gt;i believe de best until proven otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;i wish nt to noe den to worry widout need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108615974483196887?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108615974483196887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108615974483196887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108615974483196887' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108607499470526530</id><published>2004-06-01T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T15:29:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EerieFreek/1061473500_ARAGE-GIRL.JPG" border="0" alt="GARAGE GURL - Flirt inna Skirt!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A GARAGE-GURL. Youre into loud music, hot guys and&lt;br&gt;wild fashions. Youre most at ease when you've&lt;br&gt;got all your mates around you and you like to&lt;br&gt;party. Boys are a game and youre always on the&lt;br&gt;ball because you make sure you're always number&lt;br&gt;one.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your virtues: Confidence, fun nature,&lt;br&gt;sociability.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flaws: Loudness, jealous tendency, need for&lt;br&gt;attention..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You almost certainly wouldn't like this game,&lt;br&gt;because it's not your thing:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.life-blood.vze.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EerieFreek/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of girl are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108607499470526530?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108607499470526530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108607499470526530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108607499470526530' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108607169338754150</id><published>2004-06-01T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T14:34:53.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041995613_ensitiveGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Sensitive and you'd like to stay that way.."&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Sensitive- You're Sensitive, and you'd like to&lt;br&gt;stay that way. Sorry,listened to a bit too much&lt;br&gt;Jewel there. You're sweet and very emotionally&lt;br&gt;charged. You definitely love the person you're&lt;br&gt;with, and always want to know how they're&lt;br&gt;feeling so you can make sure they're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108607169338754150?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108607169338754150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108607169338754150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108607169338754150' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108607068845299722</id><published>2004-06-01T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T14:18:08.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299736_entrancing.jpg" border="0" alt="entrancing"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves&lt;br&gt;your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling&lt;br&gt;he/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kiss&lt;br&gt;that never lessens and always blows your&lt;br&gt;partner away like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108607068845299722?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108607068845299722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108607068845299722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108607068845299722' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108606272750545812</id><published>2004-06-01T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T12:05:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geez..&lt;br /&gt;i just realise that i will b so busy..&lt;br /&gt;i gt so many stuff to do..&lt;br /&gt;and my darling month of june will just fly by~!&lt;br /&gt;im practically workin 8 hrs a dae fer 5 out of 7 daes a week fer 4 straight weeks...&lt;br /&gt;plus de fact that i haf doc's appt and a supp paper to fit in thr..&lt;br /&gt;and wad if i start workin at cosi..&lt;br /&gt;my weekends are gone too..&lt;br /&gt;thats like constant workin fer one month straight..~!&lt;br /&gt;i'm practically a workaholic..&lt;br /&gt;do i like workin?&lt;br /&gt;as long as de cash comes in..&lt;br /&gt;im happy..&lt;br /&gt;my workaholic ways will turn me into a shopaholic..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;thats nt good..&lt;br /&gt;i so haf to learn to take care of my cash..&lt;br /&gt;i just cant stop spendin wen i haf de cash..&lt;br /&gt;and wen i don already..&lt;br /&gt;i just cant bare to step out of de house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get my bike license..&lt;br /&gt;i really doo~!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;whr can i find de tym to get em!!&lt;br /&gt;still fuckin stuck at prac 1..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108606272750545812?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Overall Performance : Band 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;results are in~!!!&lt;br /&gt;IM DAMN HAPPY WID MY RESULTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS1028 ------------------------------A&lt;br /&gt; NURSING SCIENCE IC &lt;br /&gt;HS1029 ------------------------------B&lt;br /&gt; NURSING SCIENCE ID &lt;br /&gt;HS1032 ------------------------------D&lt;br /&gt; BEHAVIOURAL SCIENCE IC &lt;br /&gt;HS1037 ------------------------------A&lt;br /&gt; CLINICAL LABORATORY IB &lt;br /&gt;HS1058 ------------------------------C&lt;br /&gt; CLINICAL EDUCATION IA &lt;br /&gt;HS1059 ------------------------------B&lt;br /&gt; CLINICAL EDUCATION IB &lt;br /&gt;HS4106-------------------------------F(SUPP)&lt;br /&gt; BASIC CONVERSATIONAL MANDARIN FOR HP &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok mayb they are not fantastic..&lt;br /&gt;but its great enuff fer a girl hu din attent a single lecture..&lt;br /&gt;and keep missing tutorials and practicals! &lt;br /&gt;huahuahua..&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;de thing that im most happy abt is de supp fail paper!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;there will b supp paper..&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD~!&lt;br /&gt;phew..&lt;br /&gt;my worries disappear !!&lt;br /&gt;congrats to ma nursing frens!!&lt;br /&gt;they passed all!!&lt;br /&gt;adeq must b damn relieved baby..&lt;br /&gt;ure money will b resumed baby~!&lt;br /&gt;and i will still get my continous flow of $$ each month..&lt;br /&gt;and its increasing~!&lt;br /&gt;woohOOoOOoo&lt;br /&gt;ka-ching ka-ching~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hua hua huaaa~!&lt;br /&gt;sorry mommy woke u up wid my scream last nite~!&lt;br /&gt;i actualli screamed wen i gt ma results sia..&lt;br /&gt;cant believe thr was supp paper fer elective..&lt;br /&gt;i love u mommy..&lt;br /&gt;yesh mommy i lake disciplin..&lt;br /&gt;yesh i noe..&lt;br /&gt;but i make up fer it wid intelligence that my other siblings lack rite..&lt;br /&gt;thats ok rite..&lt;br /&gt;mommy i noe u haf a lot on ya mind..&lt;br /&gt;esp bt that rude boy of ures..&lt;br /&gt;mommy lets just hope its a thing his goin thru k..&lt;br /&gt;thanks fer de brainy genes that u passed down to me..&lt;br /&gt;luv u mommy~!&lt;br /&gt;hua hua huaa..~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and b..&lt;br /&gt;u might haf gotten more in that iq test we took..&lt;br /&gt;but my results are betta!!&lt;br /&gt;im smarter..&lt;br /&gt;finally got solid proof to back my continous gibbering abt my intelligence!&lt;br /&gt;hua hua huaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGH~!&lt;br /&gt;sister loke..&lt;br /&gt;stop goin after me..&lt;br /&gt;i just proved that wadeva they teach u in 6 months..&lt;br /&gt;can b studied in a few hrs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;don ask me meet u agn please..&lt;br /&gt;i hate ure stern lookin face..&lt;br /&gt;i will just put this sad face to u..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;den after that i laugh at u..&lt;br /&gt;hua hua huaaa!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108580577288571425?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108580577288571425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108580577288571425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108580577288571425' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108575687115271589</id><published>2004-05-28T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T23:07:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10.58 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour awae to de results..&lt;br /&gt;not lookin forward to it..&lt;br /&gt;arghh..&lt;br /&gt;its tearin me from inside..&lt;br /&gt;$5400 worth..&lt;br /&gt;argh..&lt;br /&gt;finally had tym to blog fer real..&lt;br /&gt;ok shut up abt that already..&lt;br /&gt;had retail therapy just now.&lt;br /&gt;i noe i noe..&lt;br /&gt;i shudden b spendin..&lt;br /&gt;but im in need to console myself b4 my results..&lt;br /&gt;so wad de hell..&lt;br /&gt;got a boop tube fer lyk $13 from TOPSHOP&lt;br /&gt;got this funky white earings fer lyk $2&lt;br /&gt;got two roxy stickers fer ma helmet fer lyk $6.80..&lt;br /&gt;thats all i think..&lt;br /&gt;arghh..&lt;br /&gt;im goin madd..&lt;br /&gt;b..&lt;br /&gt;ishkk..&lt;br /&gt;whr are u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108575687115271589?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108575687115271589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108575687115271589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108575687115271589' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108565841672455954</id><published>2004-05-27T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:46:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im irritated..&lt;br /&gt;either its pms..&lt;br /&gt;lack of rest..&lt;br /&gt;or wadeva..&lt;br /&gt;but im damn irritated wid everythin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fer de first tym in my life..&lt;br /&gt;u apologised..&lt;br /&gt;i din expect it..&lt;br /&gt;neither was it required..&lt;br /&gt;in any wae..&lt;br /&gt;i appreaciate it..&lt;br /&gt;i wont b pushin my luck in wadeva becoz i dun expect an apology fer anithin that u do..&lt;br /&gt;b it a terible shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my temper is running low..&lt;br /&gt;things that usuali dun bother me..&lt;br /&gt;bothers me..&lt;br /&gt;a bitchy exterior is up..&lt;br /&gt;just a cover up..&lt;br /&gt;i aint that bad inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108565841672455954?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108565841672455954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108565841672455954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108565841672455954' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108551608739795102</id><published>2004-05-26T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:46:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired..&lt;br /&gt;famished..&lt;br /&gt;its 4 in de morning..&lt;br /&gt;just gt back.&lt;br /&gt;was hangin out wid b at my bus stop..&lt;br /&gt;after watchin troy..&lt;br /&gt;geezz..&lt;br /&gt;stop fightin!&lt;br /&gt;see how powerful woman are..&lt;br /&gt;started a war..&lt;br /&gt;see how stupit man are..&lt;br /&gt;risk everythin in thier life for pride and glory..&lt;br /&gt;see how stupit love is..&lt;br /&gt;created everythin..collaspe everythin..&lt;br /&gt;see how powerful looks are..&lt;br /&gt;one can just place his life in danger fer a lolita they barely noe..but only captived by thier beauty..&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A NEW PHONE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;90250521..&lt;br /&gt;save that in ure phone.. free incomin at nite..and 900 free sms babes..&lt;br /&gt;been so bz ths few daes..&lt;br /&gt;haven had tyym fer rest..proper rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said i never complimented..&lt;br /&gt;but only god noe how much i cherish u..&lt;br /&gt;never haf i heard a compliment..&lt;br /&gt;not a flaw..&lt;br /&gt;its de faults that i hear..&lt;br /&gt;its de distrust u haf fer my words that seem to haf a toll on me..&lt;br /&gt;thrs more to sae..&lt;br /&gt;at least thats wad i feel fer now..&lt;br /&gt;don question me abt this..&lt;br /&gt;i'll just sae i forgot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108551608739795102?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108551608739795102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;aisyah..&lt;br /&gt;finally u gt de pix up babe..&lt;br /&gt;we shud go de beach agn~!&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna get a new bikini~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fir..&lt;br /&gt;ure freakin me out wid wad u noe..&lt;br /&gt;but it is interestin to noe..&lt;br /&gt;embarrasin tho..&lt;br /&gt;i trust that u keep mums bout wadeva u observed bt me aightz..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;u gotta help me find out stuff too..&lt;br /&gt;*wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadiah..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad to sae..&lt;br /&gt;please don b a b****..&lt;br /&gt;please..&lt;br /&gt;nt to him..&lt;br /&gt;don spend de rest of ure life regretin dear..&lt;br /&gt;but sumhow i felt like slappin u after wad u told me..&lt;br /&gt;too bad sumthin occupied ma mind..&lt;br /&gt;prevented me from fully gettin angry wid u..&lt;br /&gt;start thinkin of de consequences fer ure actions babe..&lt;br /&gt;i still love u tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ex..&lt;br /&gt;(fuck u right back-frankee)&lt;br /&gt;See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch Talkin' shit like a snitch Why you write a song 'bout me If you really didn't care You wouldn't wanna share Tellin' everybody just how you feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germaine..&lt;br /&gt;thank god u were aslp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azila..&lt;br /&gt;lucky u werent thr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clara..&lt;br /&gt;u've changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeq..&lt;br /&gt;y put up wid unnessary shit.&lt;br /&gt;u deserve betta..&lt;br /&gt;u noe u can sense wen sumthings up..&lt;br /&gt;do sumthin bt it babe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairuz..&lt;br /&gt;ure practically my second bf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharz..&lt;br /&gt;asshole..&lt;br /&gt;wad kinda bitch u think i am..&lt;br /&gt;im guessin u think that im sum kinda bitch wid no feelings rite..&lt;br /&gt;2 pizza treats is no use wen it comes to matters of de heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odd..&lt;br /&gt;eat up boy..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy one of de many pleasures of life..&lt;br /&gt;cheer up dude..&lt;br /&gt;see de brighter side of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr oink oink..&lt;br /&gt;thanx fer being thr..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;my past... my past..&lt;br /&gt;funny how it haf made its appereance in our relationship..&lt;br /&gt;stay irratatin b..&lt;br /&gt;n b proud of ure excess..&lt;br /&gt;thr's nuthin bt u that i wish haf differed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporters of de world..&lt;br /&gt;wad fools u haf turn ureself into..&lt;br /&gt;u guys practically don haf a life..&lt;br /&gt;i can b cunning u noe..&lt;br /&gt;i know exactly wad to sae..&lt;br /&gt;and i know exactly hu u are..&lt;br /&gt;don take me as a fool..&lt;br /&gt;don befren me..&lt;br /&gt;becoz i can just play arnd wid u..&lt;br /&gt;(ooo..i feel so bitchy after this paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;i think im PMS-ing..&lt;br /&gt;might b..&lt;br /&gt;im feelin so bitchy..&lt;br /&gt;in need of bitchin therapy..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108521910449229724?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108521910449229724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108521910449229724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108521910449229724' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108490370760513267</id><published>2004-05-19T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T02:08:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if im questioned abt wad i'll fill de page wid todae..&lt;br /&gt;i'll just haf one name to tell ya..&lt;br /&gt;but i shant mention names in this blog..&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanna tell u sumthin..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much u irritate me..&lt;br /&gt;or how rude u are to me..&lt;br /&gt;u haf successfully make me fall fer u..&lt;br /&gt;if it was a game fer u..&lt;br /&gt;wOohOo..&lt;br /&gt;congratS~!&lt;br /&gt;U WON..!&lt;br /&gt;mayb i don show it..&lt;br /&gt;or mayb my reputation and my past..&lt;br /&gt;make u nt believe me..&lt;br /&gt;but i do..&lt;br /&gt;i do love u..&lt;br /&gt;its comin to a month..&lt;br /&gt;it a few hours tym..&lt;br /&gt;this month haf been sweet..&lt;br /&gt;u haf been sweet..&lt;br /&gt;but waitt..&lt;br /&gt;U HAF BEEN DAMN IRRITATING AND RUDE TOO~!&lt;br /&gt;no guy haf ever..&lt;br /&gt;and i do mean ever...&lt;br /&gt;been so bothered abt my pronounciation..&lt;br /&gt;but u~!&lt;br /&gt;u..&lt;br /&gt;yesh u..&lt;br /&gt;u will just burst into laughters..&lt;br /&gt;and make a fool out of me..&lt;br /&gt;i still remembered..&lt;br /&gt;u tot i was all bout image and frens..&lt;br /&gt;u were wrong..&lt;br /&gt;all so wrong abt that part of me..&lt;br /&gt;and it well turn out to b de other wae around..&lt;br /&gt;u tot i was into ure bike..&lt;br /&gt;and not u..&lt;br /&gt;ure wrong b..&lt;br /&gt;we differ in reputation wise..&lt;br /&gt;that i gotta admit..&lt;br /&gt;but i still love u for u..&lt;br /&gt;for all de marks u haf imprinted on me..&lt;br /&gt;and don worry b..&lt;br /&gt;i will get my chance to take my revenge on u!&lt;br /&gt;de bites especially..&lt;br /&gt;don u worry..&lt;br /&gt;u might haf more strengh..&lt;br /&gt;but im de more intelectual one..&lt;br /&gt;i'll think of sumthin..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;ure forever tryin to make me jealous..&lt;br /&gt;b..&lt;br /&gt;its not a nice feeling to be jealous u noe..&lt;br /&gt;once in awhile its ok u noe..&lt;br /&gt;and ure one heck of a guy hu is damn late..&lt;br /&gt;y ar b..&lt;br /&gt;ure fren said ure not de late type..&lt;br /&gt;but y are u so damn late wid me?&lt;br /&gt;u dont hafta take so long to get ready to go out wid me u noe..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy every single moment wen im wid u..&lt;br /&gt;ehhh..&lt;br /&gt;wait..&lt;br /&gt;i take that back..&lt;br /&gt;i don enjoy every single moment..&lt;br /&gt;not wen ure talkin abt other gals to me..&lt;br /&gt;that irritates me to de core~!&lt;br /&gt;b..&lt;br /&gt;u said ure USA..&lt;br /&gt;lookin fer W.M.D in me ryte..&lt;br /&gt;it made me wonder..&lt;br /&gt;y is thr a need to do so?&lt;br /&gt;wadeva ure respond to that..&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna flood this page sayin that...&lt;br /&gt;i love u b..&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary..&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;this might come in early..&lt;br /&gt;a day early..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i wont b home fer de next 3 days..&lt;br /&gt;so i gotta write this entry early..&lt;br /&gt;or i wont even write it..&lt;br /&gt;thanx fairuz fer introducin me to him..&lt;br /&gt;and i really wish nadiah and sufyan gets back together..&lt;br /&gt;please guys..&lt;br /&gt;i love u nadiah..&lt;br /&gt;ok im settin this straight..&lt;br /&gt;i will never love any guy more than i love nadiah~!&lt;br /&gt;woohOo..&lt;br /&gt;ok erm..&lt;br /&gt;im straight..&lt;br /&gt;i gt a bf u see..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;and b..&lt;br /&gt;sms me if u were to stumble upon this..&lt;br /&gt;and Mr "WhEn AlL tHiNkS AlIkE.. No OnE iS tHiNkInG VeRy mUcH"..&lt;br /&gt;i hope i made u jealous..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;and happy 3rd month anniversary to u and ure boO on de 26th MAY~!&lt;br /&gt;gotta intro me to her sumdae..&lt;br /&gt;wic i don think u wanna do ryte..&lt;br /&gt;so i hope i see u at tamp wid her or sumthin..&lt;br /&gt;den i will go up to u..&lt;br /&gt;and shake hands wid her!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;and u will b shock~!&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;im so EVIL~!&lt;br /&gt;GurLfreNs frOm NYP..&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to meet u guys in less than 12 hrs~!&lt;br /&gt;wOOhOo..&lt;br /&gt;i MisH u guys..&lt;br /&gt;we are so gonna make a HeLL oF a GOOD TYM~!!&lt;br /&gt;we are gonna tan!!&lt;br /&gt;ok..i noe im dark enuff..&lt;br /&gt;we are gonna dye uRe haIR~!&lt;br /&gt;adeQ n AziLa..&lt;br /&gt;yeshhh..&lt;br /&gt;its ure hair im talkin abT~!&lt;br /&gt;gonna get FRenCh maNicure done on ure LiL fiNgerS~!&lt;br /&gt;gonNna..&lt;br /&gt;feAsTtt.&lt;br /&gt;gonna SleeP aLL toGethEr in..&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;one bIG ComPFy BeD~!&lt;br /&gt;galz..&lt;br /&gt;PuHlEAsee..&lt;br /&gt;NO PMS~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;once again..&lt;br /&gt;i love u b..&lt;br /&gt;byez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.08 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108490370760513267?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108490370760513267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108490370760513267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108490370760513267' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108473826941388627</id><published>2004-05-17T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T04:11:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birth Data for Fauziana:   &lt;br /&gt;Birth Date and Time..... April 18, 1986 8:02 PM &lt;br /&gt;Birth Location............. Singapore, Singapore  &lt;br /&gt;Sun Sign.................... Aries &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How You Approach Life and How You Appear To Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very strong-willed and proud, but intensely private and not easy to know well. Behind your quiet exterior lies a great deal of emotional depth, sensitivity, complexity, and also fierce determination. When you want something you go after it rather quietly but insistently and wholeheartedly - and you usually get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Inner You: Your Real Motivation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person who thrives on challenge, and you often feel that you must battle your way through life, depending upon no one and nothing but your own strength, intelligence, and courage. You believe in being totally honest, true to oneself and one's own vision and convictions, even if that means standing alone. Honesty, integrity, personal honor, and authenticity are your gods, and you have no sympathy for weakness of character in others&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108473826941388627?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108473826941388627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108473826941388627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108473826941388627' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108473005210923404</id><published>2004-05-17T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T01:57:29.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>patience..&lt;br /&gt;can b rewarding..&lt;br /&gt;never fully understood de meaning of that..&lt;br /&gt;cant help it..&lt;br /&gt;im an aries..&lt;br /&gt;patience is just not one of our traits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possible negative aspects of the sign Aries: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be hasty, inconsiderate, brash, destructive, and domineering. You will say things without thinking. You can be arrogant, presumptuous, and your own interests will come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see..&lt;br /&gt;told ya..&lt;br /&gt;not everyone believes in such stuff abt astrology and shitnitz..&lt;br /&gt;but to me..&lt;br /&gt;its all great fun..&lt;br /&gt;and sumtyms..&lt;br /&gt;its true..&lt;br /&gt;it is a wae to discover some traits of mine that i refuse to acknowledge its very own existance within me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use to call myself an ugly duckling..&lt;br /&gt;its true..&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt satisfied wid myself physically..&lt;br /&gt;back wen i was 13..&lt;br /&gt;i was jealous..&lt;br /&gt;other pretty gals were gainin popularity widout even sayin a word..&lt;br /&gt;just by showin that face of thiers..&lt;br /&gt;they become known..&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to b like that..&lt;br /&gt;but now that i've matured a notch..&lt;br /&gt;i came to realise..&lt;br /&gt;a face is just a face widout de rite attitude..&lt;br /&gt;bein noticed..&lt;br /&gt;can work 2 ways..&lt;br /&gt;either u can b pretty and decent..&lt;br /&gt;or de opp wae around..&lt;br /&gt;either way..&lt;br /&gt;u will b de talk of town..&lt;br /&gt;those pretty chix..&lt;br /&gt;who speak thier mind..&lt;br /&gt;are labled 'bitches'..&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;mayb humans shud give thier own species a break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---stop..pause..think----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is good ryte..&lt;br /&gt;imagine..&lt;br /&gt;given de senario that a drug addict..&lt;br /&gt;decides to kick his addiction..&lt;br /&gt;he changed fer de better ryte..&lt;br /&gt;thats true..&lt;br /&gt;but wad if society knew him as a drug addict..&lt;br /&gt;will they believe that he haf change?&lt;br /&gt;will they let de past go..&lt;br /&gt;and trust that de guy haf turn over a new leaf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---stop..pause..think----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we never will understand de heart content of sumone...&lt;br /&gt;wad gives us de ryte to judge sumone..&lt;br /&gt;u will never know wads really within de person ryte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---stop..pause..think----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'never judge de book by its cover'&lt;br /&gt;thats true..&lt;br /&gt;but thr are tyms u pick de book out becoz it had an interestin cover ryte..&lt;br /&gt;common..don deny u haf done such shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---stop..pause..think----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y do pple bother tryin to make life fair..&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch..&lt;br /&gt;its never fair..&lt;br /&gt;u gain sum..&lt;br /&gt;u lose sum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---stop..pause..think----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thr's two sides of a coin..&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is on de same side..&lt;br /&gt;try viewin life from another aspect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---stop..pause..think----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for thought..&lt;br /&gt;go oil up that rustin brain..&lt;br /&gt;slp less..&lt;br /&gt;kick 'mr lazy' out of ure body..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.53 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108473005210923404?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108473005210923404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108473005210923404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108473005210923404' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108461034924587239</id><published>2004-05-15T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:39:09.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wassup..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;marcus just called..&lt;br /&gt;talked abt de volunteer thing..&lt;br /&gt;we talked fer like 1/2 hour..&lt;br /&gt;again..&lt;br /&gt;i bet he thinks im single..&lt;br /&gt;but he's married wid kids..&lt;br /&gt;was tellin me that my 'mango addict' top is misleadin..&lt;br /&gt;wad de heck man..&lt;br /&gt;he was analizing me..&lt;br /&gt;accordin to him..&lt;br /&gt;im easy goin..&lt;br /&gt;and haf a hot temper accordin to wad he analized off my face..&lt;br /&gt;hot temper?&lt;br /&gt;geez..&lt;br /&gt;he could see that huh..&lt;br /&gt;i do haf a hot temper..&lt;br /&gt;i keep it inside..&lt;br /&gt;don make me blow up..&lt;br /&gt;its unpleasent..&lt;br /&gt;and once i go kablooey..&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna talk to that person fer weeks..&lt;br /&gt;niwae..&lt;br /&gt;he was sayin that im mature..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;thats fer real hommies..&lt;br /&gt;he was talkin abt me play tag wen he go fer meetings wid major companies..&lt;br /&gt;of coz im up to it..&lt;br /&gt;i would love such exposure..&lt;br /&gt;he said thank god im not those kinda chicas that need permission from thier boo..&lt;br /&gt;those kinda girls that hafta go running to thier booboo to ask if they can do this or that..&lt;br /&gt;wassup wid that chix..&lt;br /&gt;u allow ureself to such shit..&lt;br /&gt;god knows if he really is true to u in de first place..&lt;br /&gt;oo..&lt;br /&gt;marcus a nice chap..&lt;br /&gt;i love it wen pple analize me n shitnitz..&lt;br /&gt;ooo..&lt;br /&gt;he was tellin that that hu ever married sufyan is a lucky bugger..&lt;br /&gt;thats true im guessin..&lt;br /&gt;bless that union..&lt;br /&gt;im feelin easily irritable nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;god knows y..&lt;br /&gt;must b my temper..&lt;br /&gt;or mayb those medications that im on..&lt;br /&gt;or mayb i shud just blame myself fer my temper..&lt;br /&gt;wadeva shit..&lt;br /&gt;naz gonna suprise khadi at her hockey match..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;SUPRISE KHADI~&lt;br /&gt;opz..&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me..&lt;br /&gt;ure bdae gift gf~!&lt;br /&gt;ermz..&lt;br /&gt;soon..comin..comin..on de wae..&lt;br /&gt;germz ask me to go movie wid her and this guy..&lt;br /&gt;yah peepz..its another guy..&lt;br /&gt;woohOo fer her..&lt;br /&gt;she asked me to ask B tooOo.&lt;br /&gt;but..but buttt..&lt;br /&gt;im not in de feel fer a flick rite now..&lt;br /&gt;fairuz just called..&lt;br /&gt;am spoz to get ready..&lt;br /&gt;but still wanna finish up this bloggie..&lt;br /&gt;oohh yahh..&lt;br /&gt;i need to b online wen brandon` is online..&lt;br /&gt;wan that song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--="music of my heart"=--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know&lt;br /&gt;What you've done for me&lt;br /&gt;What your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Has done for my soul (echo)&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never know the gift you've given me&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry it with me&lt;br /&gt;yeah ee yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the days ahead, I'll think of days before (mm hmm)&lt;br /&gt;You made me hope for something better (yes, you did)&lt;br /&gt;And made me reach for something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run &lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside&lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2&lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You opened the door&lt;br /&gt;To something I'd never known before&lt;br /&gt;And your love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart (music of my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one&lt;br /&gt;Always on my side (always on my side)&lt;br /&gt;Always standing by (always standing by)&lt;br /&gt;Seeing me through&lt;br /&gt;You were the song that always made me sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing this for you (singing this for you baby)&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I'll think of where I've been (think of where I've been)&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one who knew me better than anyone ever will again (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside (siiidee)&lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2&lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You opened the door (you opened the door)&lt;br /&gt;To something I'd never known before (ohh ohhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;And your love (your love)&lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart (music of my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you taught me &lt;br /&gt;Only your love could ever teach me&lt;br /&gt;You got through when no one else could reach me (baby ohhh ohhh ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz you always saw in me&lt;br /&gt;All the best that I could be&lt;br /&gt;It was you who set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside (me inside)&lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart &lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to run&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Helped me to free the me inside (me inside)&lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart (music of my heart)&lt;br /&gt;Helped me hear the music of my heart (yeah ah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2&lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You opened the door (opened the door)&lt;br /&gt;To something I'd never known before (never, never, never felt before)&lt;br /&gt;And your love&lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;The music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is the music of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108461034924587239?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108461034924587239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108461034924587239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108461034924587239' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108456100890843815</id><published>2004-05-15T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T04:45:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even temper..&lt;br /&gt;submission..&lt;br /&gt;to all..&lt;br /&gt;results of unjust behavior..&lt;br /&gt;at the expense..&lt;br /&gt;very own expense of..&lt;br /&gt;my very own organ that keeps pumpin..&lt;br /&gt;pumpin..n..pumpin..&lt;br /&gt;never will it stop..&lt;br /&gt;never will it break down..&lt;br /&gt;tolerence..&lt;br /&gt;this endurance..&lt;br /&gt;this resilience..&lt;br /&gt;that i punished myself with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadeva fuck..&lt;br /&gt;damn effete..&lt;br /&gt;drained..&lt;br /&gt;drained to de core..&lt;br /&gt;hungry..&lt;br /&gt;y cant 7-11 b nearby..&lt;br /&gt;hook up wid ma hommies.&lt;br /&gt;in town..&lt;br /&gt;nad, yan, hid..&lt;br /&gt;been ages since i saw u guys..&lt;br /&gt;miss ya..&lt;br /&gt;kinda pissed off now..&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand y i must bother to change myself in order to keep mouths shut..&lt;br /&gt;hey..&lt;br /&gt;first of all..&lt;br /&gt;gossipin is worst den havin premarital sex..in terms of sin..&lt;br /&gt;so if pple wanna gossip..&lt;br /&gt;let em..&lt;br /&gt;let em burn in hell..&lt;br /&gt;secondly..&lt;br /&gt;how will my change in dressin affect de rest of de lifes out thr..&lt;br /&gt;i doubt it will make a difference..&lt;br /&gt;let me b me..&lt;br /&gt;let me realise that i need de change by myself..&lt;br /&gt;argh..&lt;br /&gt;wadeva..&lt;br /&gt;went to kkh just now..&lt;br /&gt;niwae de next tym im goin thr..&lt;br /&gt;gonna hafta get ultrasound of pelvis done..&lt;br /&gt;and gonna get results of all de 3 investigations done on me..&lt;br /&gt;i came back wid 84 pills to consume..&lt;br /&gt;over 2 weeks that is..&lt;br /&gt;it was fun at de gynae..&lt;br /&gt;waitin forward to de next one..&lt;br /&gt;mama followed me thr..&lt;br /&gt;but hell..&lt;br /&gt;obviously she din follow me into de doc's room..&lt;br /&gt;mama thr to pay fer treatment only..&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i miss sch..&lt;br /&gt;not that i attended sch..&lt;br /&gt;but hey..&lt;br /&gt;atleast i got sumthin on..&lt;br /&gt;wad am i talkin..&lt;br /&gt;i gt sumthin on everydae now~!!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;cant wait fer attachment to start..&lt;br /&gt;i miss u patients..&lt;br /&gt;wad do i mean to u?&lt;br /&gt;wad do u feel for me?&lt;br /&gt;am i swell enuff?&lt;br /&gt;wad do u expect of me?&lt;br /&gt;do u enjoy me company?&lt;br /&gt;do u like meetin up?&lt;br /&gt;qns..&lt;br /&gt;more qns..&lt;br /&gt;y bother fomulatin them wen its all gonna b left unanswered..&lt;br /&gt;wadeva...&lt;br /&gt;-=the end=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108456100890843815?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108456100890843815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108456100890843815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108456100890843815' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108445933119684842</id><published>2004-05-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T22:42:11.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frazzled..urghh..&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant sleep..&lt;br /&gt;took pills fer uit..&lt;br /&gt;yet still awake..&lt;br /&gt;went fer prac todae..&lt;br /&gt;my hands haf so many diff tones becoz of de blazin sun..&lt;br /&gt;i like bein on de bike..ok i LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;i love fallin actualli..&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;de look on my parents face wen i 'show off' my bruises on my legs esp since im always in skimpy shorts at home...&lt;br /&gt;ermmm..&lt;br /&gt;lets just sae..&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad..&lt;br /&gt;they dont wan me to get my licensee..&lt;br /&gt;that i noe..&lt;br /&gt;they fear my safety..&lt;br /&gt;that i noe..&lt;br /&gt;but de disapprovin look they display..&lt;br /&gt;yet..&lt;br /&gt;they noe i will nt heed anithin they sae once my heart is set on it..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;im stubborn..&lt;br /&gt;yes i am..&lt;br /&gt;i noe myself..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;i haf never done so much reflection on my life like wad i haf been doin fer de past few days..&lt;br /&gt;i hate it wen i do it..i always end up regrettin..&lt;br /&gt;arghh..&lt;br /&gt;i miss my frens that i haven been in contact wid..&lt;br /&gt;esp nadiahh..miss u babe..hope ure ok..&lt;br /&gt;saw revart just now..we were rem·i·nisc·ing bout our sec 3 n 4 lives..&lt;br /&gt;geez how tym files..&lt;br /&gt;niwae i cant believe i went fer prac wid french manicure!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;haven heard from B since like 5 plus i think..&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;mayb becoz i told ya that i went to bed..&lt;br /&gt;but..i cant slp..&lt;br /&gt;so here i am..&lt;br /&gt;on de comp..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;de gals are spoz to get back to me abt de volunteers stuff..&lt;br /&gt;but haven heard from em..&lt;br /&gt;cash running low..expected..&lt;br /&gt;12 more daes to next pay..&lt;br /&gt;its nt that long ryte.. &lt;br /&gt;oh yahhh...&lt;br /&gt;thr was this stupid manjen..&lt;br /&gt;hu bang into me~!&lt;br /&gt;impatient~!&lt;br /&gt;arghh..&lt;br /&gt;cant he be more gentleman~!&lt;br /&gt;like how that guy in maroon was to me..&lt;br /&gt;always lettin me go first..wid a smile too..&lt;br /&gt;ohh..&lt;br /&gt;that idiot..his bike knocked mine rite into de yellow cushions..!&lt;br /&gt;and freak him..&lt;br /&gt;he din apologise..&lt;br /&gt;hello~!!&lt;br /&gt;im a girl here~~&lt;br /&gt;u knocked into me..and u don breathe an apology..&lt;br /&gt;thanx intructors fer comin to my aid~!&lt;br /&gt;sumhow..&lt;br /&gt;its great to b surrounded by guys hu are gentleman-ly..&lt;br /&gt;this is de tym that i dont need that 'gender discrimination shit'&lt;br /&gt;u noe those equil rytes fer both gender..&lt;br /&gt;and such tyms..i prefer to belong to my female species..&lt;br /&gt;and b treated all nice..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;i think im abusin it..&lt;br /&gt;cant b helped..&lt;br /&gt;i haf so many pple to come to my aid if i fall..&lt;br /&gt;pple to push my bike if i look 'weak'..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;pple to help me change my bike wen its damage..ohh yahh..&lt;br /&gt;oppz..i broke thier clutch just now..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;so far..fer all my 3 pracs that i went for..&lt;br /&gt;i never once did had to park my bike after de prac..&lt;br /&gt;one of em intructors will always do it fer me..&lt;br /&gt;hhrmmphh.&lt;br /&gt;thats not good..&lt;br /&gt;i suck at puttin de mainstandd~!&lt;br /&gt;ishkkk..&lt;br /&gt;gotta practised man~!&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go kkh tmr..&lt;br /&gt;hope everythings fine..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;i dun even noe if i gt sumone to go wid..&lt;br /&gt;k lahh..&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.42pm &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108445933119684842?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108445933119684842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108445933119684842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108445933119684842' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108441975257582585</id><published>2004-05-13T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T11:42:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suspicion......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilt............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confession..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repentance...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destroyed.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple things&lt;br /&gt;Usher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, uhh&lt;br /&gt;They say money can't buy you love&lt;br /&gt;They say money can't buy you love&lt;br /&gt;They never seem to listen&lt;br /&gt;I'm all ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just copped your girl a brand new Rolex&lt;br /&gt;But you can never find the time to spend at home&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' it's gon' keep her happy&lt;br /&gt;When time is all she wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's the simple things in life we forget&lt;br /&gt;You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make something so easy so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Searching for what's right in front of your face&lt;br /&gt;But you can't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think that you know what's important&lt;br /&gt;Steady chasin' your fame and your fortune&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You're chasing a dime losin' a treasure&lt;br /&gt;Those dollars don't make sense to me at all&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh da duh da&lt;br /&gt;You give her spending money&lt;br /&gt;Duh da duh da&lt;br /&gt;But all she wanna spend is time alone (tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Keep givin' her&lt;br /&gt;The finer things but&lt;br /&gt;But she don't really need that&lt;br /&gt;If you don't stop you're&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna end up alone (alone)&lt;br /&gt;The world without love (duh duh da duh da)&lt;br /&gt;Why would you do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;It's the simple things in life we forget&lt;br /&gt;You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make something so easy so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Searching for what's right in front of your face&lt;br /&gt;But you can't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the simple things in life we forget&lt;br /&gt;You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make something so easy so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Searching for what's right in front of your face&lt;br /&gt;But you can't see it (listen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop tryna buy her love&lt;br /&gt;'cuz you won't ever have enough&lt;br /&gt;There's always someone with more than you&lt;br /&gt;You need to pay her attention&lt;br /&gt;Give her what she needs&lt;br /&gt;Do the simple things&lt;br /&gt;Before you lose your girl to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Play on playa&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Your girl comin' wit' me shorty, haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you man&lt;br /&gt;'cuz u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's the simple things in life we forget&lt;br /&gt;You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make something so easy so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Searching for what's right in front of your face&lt;br /&gt;But you can't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better look out&lt;br /&gt;I hear you talkin', i hear you talkin' (ha)&lt;br /&gt;But what are you saying&lt;br /&gt;Oh hoo oh hooo&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a fool&lt;br /&gt;You got a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Man are you blind&lt;br /&gt;Stupid or crazy?&lt;br /&gt;You got a good thing (uh)&lt;br /&gt;You got a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Special lady&lt;br /&gt;You better hold on&lt;br /&gt;And give her what she want&lt;br /&gt;Before she move on&lt;br /&gt;Man I tell you cars, clothes, and fancy things don't mean a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't kickin it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's the simple things in life we forget&lt;br /&gt;You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make something so easy so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Searching for whats right in front of your face&lt;br /&gt;But you can't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fade]&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this be the thing you'll always regret, no&lt;br /&gt;It's right there, it's right there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108429815850642069?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108429815850642069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108429815850642069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108429815850642069' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-10842126845050545</id><published>2004-05-11T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T23:09:26.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headacheee...arghh..hate em..&lt;br /&gt;i actualli was out de whole dae..can u believe..&lt;br /&gt;i met B at arnd 1.30 ritee..yah i think its ritee..&lt;br /&gt;B always latee..hmmmrpphh..&lt;br /&gt;do u always haf to b dat latee..not tt its a big issue..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae i went to sch fer lunch..ate mac..amazinlyy..&lt;br /&gt;beng n onie was latee..wassup wid guys bein late mann..&lt;br /&gt;niwae we missed de 1st evaluationnn..so we ended up just slackin thr till de next evaluationn..&lt;br /&gt;haf i told ya how hot de dae wass..its like freakkky hot sia~!!&lt;br /&gt;aniwae we went fer de evaluation..&lt;br /&gt;n guess wad beng passed!~ ConGrats Beng~!&lt;br /&gt;i failed ..again..&lt;br /&gt;but im cool wid it..nuthin i'll get worked up abtt..&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh...hid calledd..she's bored..&lt;br /&gt;ishh..bored at de tym wen im bz..its ok..1 dae we will find a dae wen we r both free arr..&lt;br /&gt;i went fer my prac and it was shitzz i tell ya..&lt;br /&gt;i fell lyk countless number of tyms..and to restart at biting pt all over agaainn...! shitz..still at de same ol thing..&lt;br /&gt;now my dreams r like..ermm..possible..but not in de near futuree..&lt;br /&gt;i gt a few bruises from de pracc..nuthin neww..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae B was waitin fer me..hehe..so sweet kan..din expect B to b thrr..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae..after meetin B..i went to sch again..freshen up..B wen to pray..and we headed fer townn..caught a movie..and headed homee..&lt;br /&gt;ishhkk..all this movies always haf de tendencies to make me scream~!&lt;br /&gt;hate it wen it happens..~! sumbody will always make fun of me sia..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...actuallii..i started writin this blog yest..but din manage to finishh..too tired..took panadols..and soon i was in lalalandd..&lt;br /&gt;in de morning..i woke up to fairuz's call..damnz..i was in a middle of a nice dreamm..niwae..i hadta get up..get maself ready..and head to tamp interchange to meet to go jb wid him..&lt;br /&gt;and u wanna noe sumthin~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he drop my specs to at yishun mRT~!!!!!!! it dropped at de roof top!!&lt;br /&gt;and we needed help to retrive it!! shithead~! n den de mrt pple..dey coulnt get it~! no man or sumthin to get it..double bummer~!&lt;br /&gt;so they ask fer my particularz..and said that they'll call me once they get..and they did call while i was in jb..actually it was a guy~! haha..a chirpy murphy guy..he asked me to collect later..i was so glad i tell ya~! my specs~! my eyes~!! cant live widout em..&lt;br /&gt;niwae i went jb..ate DELICIOUS FOOD~! woohoo!~ walked around..looked fer stickers fer ma helmet..but din get any..how dumb of me..went all de wae thr..and came home wid nuthin except fer sims cd~!! woohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;can play~! i gt de sims and de hot date~! cant wait to playy..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..now im home..i was talkin to B just now..B B..u make me speechless wid de wae u ask me out tau..ask me out..den assume this and that lahh..aper jer tauu..dun even gimme chance to ans u..den in de end ans own qn..wen i ask u to ans qn..u shoot back a qn to me..dun wan to ans..wen its my turn to ans..dun gimme the chance to do so..&lt;br /&gt;ishk ishk ishk..&lt;br /&gt;haiyohh haiyohh..&lt;br /&gt;im gettin bumps n bruises everywhr..thanx to my bike prac..but i dun mind tho..it is excitin..&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that fer de whole of this week..i gt sumthin on everydae..isnt it spoz to b de hols..in wic i haf free tym..arent i spoz to b restin..haiz..&lt;br /&gt;niwae sumthin happen to one of my best frens..it really hurt me to see her in such a situation..don cry my dear..cryin wont solve anithin..i got her a box of ferrero..hope it makes u smile dear..indulge in emm..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;sumthing haf been in my head..if sumone was once 'bad'..and haf since regreted his doings rite..if he were to b interested in a 'good' gal..can de 'good' gal accept him and not consider abt his past? im sure pple make mistakes from de past..and they learn from it rite..it shud b that wae rite..hmmm..will de 'bad' past forever haunt a person hu wish to mend his ways? &lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;hMMMm..&lt;br /&gt;arghhh..&lt;br /&gt;wadeva..&lt;br /&gt;i miss B..&lt;br /&gt;adiouz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.09 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-10842126845050545?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/10842126845050545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/10842126845050545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#10842126845050545' title=''/><author><name>Fauziana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09102879441018963831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907425.post-108411759610922295</id><published>2004-05-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:51:06.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThiS is like my 2nd postie fer de dae..&lt;br /&gt;its still a new thing fer me so im all excited abt me..&lt;br /&gt;so wen u see less postie..&lt;br /&gt;it means im sick wid it alreadi..&lt;br /&gt;but still..&lt;br /&gt;im not sick of it yet..&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;im crappin alreadi..&lt;br /&gt;as u can see i added my links to ma hommies bloggies..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;wid de help of fir..thanX mate~!&lt;br /&gt;im lyk so dumb wid technology~!&lt;br /&gt;thats y i became a nurse u noe~!&lt;br /&gt;no involvement of technology thr..&lt;br /&gt;just de wae i like it..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae i went to play pool just now wid my bestie guy fren..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fairuz..&lt;br /&gt;ok..fairuz..i just publicize ure name here...&lt;br /&gt;u must b damn happie rite~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;niwae i smuggled my baby bro in to play pool wid me..&lt;br /&gt;he actualli wonn..&lt;br /&gt;can u believe it..&lt;br /&gt;im not that bad at pool rite..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;everyone out thr readin this..PUHLEASE..&lt;br /&gt;gimme de support that i need fer tmr's prac!!&lt;br /&gt;i din realise de hardwork i need to put in to get my bike licensee..&lt;br /&gt;i guess it will pay off wen i finally get my very own ermm pink bikee..&lt;br /&gt;im gonna meet B b4 my prac..haha.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully meetin B will give me de moral boost that i need to survive 100 mins of prac..&lt;br /&gt;budden again..&lt;br /&gt;i can survive..&lt;br /&gt;im surrounded wid GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..but de guys are seein me at my worst~!&lt;br /&gt;all smelly and sweaty..&lt;br /&gt;oooOOoo..orhh mayb de sweat and that determination look plastered on me will actually TuRn them ON~!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...ritee..&lt;br /&gt;i haven been in touch wid nadiah fer quite sum tym..&lt;br /&gt;she's bz wid her life..and me wid mine..&lt;br /&gt;wadeva it is..we still love each othr rite..&lt;br /&gt;ok..B just msg me..&lt;br /&gt;apparently i din reply b's msg..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..sorry B..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;i haven meet B recently too..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;y haven i been meetin de one close to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is askin me to mention thier name in my blog..&lt;br /&gt;heLLO~!&lt;br /&gt;this is not a dedication website u noee..go get jamie to do that fer ya all..&lt;br /&gt;ok finee..i shall write bt u guys..&lt;br /&gt;lets start wid B..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..u ask me write nice stuff bt u ritee..&lt;br /&gt;erm..i hafta crack my brain to do that..haha..kiddin..&lt;br /&gt;B haf been nice..gettin nicer by de wae..but B got ability to really n i mean REALLY irritate me sia~! &lt;br /&gt;stupid bedok~!&lt;br /&gt;niwae see u in like 12 hours B..&lt;br /&gt;Now..i shall write bt fairuz..&lt;br /&gt;he's ma bestie guy fren..&lt;br /&gt;so is ham..&lt;br /&gt;ham's my bestie guy fren too..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;nadiah is my bestie gal fren~!&lt;br /&gt;ok..im like introducin em all..&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;im lazy already..&lt;br /&gt;see ya~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.45 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok~!&lt;br /&gt;i finally get my blog done..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;thanX to brandon~!!! thanX mate!&lt;br /&gt;i like..ok ok..i LOVE de simplicity of it all...&lt;br /&gt;and to those hu think its too simple..&lt;br /&gt;dont enter this webbie aightz..&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;niwae i soooOoo love havin a bloggie!&lt;br /&gt;i can put all my thoughts..dailly happeningz and shitz..&lt;br /&gt;budden..&lt;br /&gt;it does haf its disadvantages rite..&lt;br /&gt;niwae its MoMzie's dae~!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAE TO U GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;(a shout out fer all those moms out thr!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.55 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108409295266085943?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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oppotunity to do so..&lt;br /&gt;fer one thing..&lt;br /&gt;i gt a paper later!!&lt;br /&gt;and i haven finish studyin..&lt;br /&gt;its like 1116 hrs...&lt;br /&gt;my paper starts at 1630 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;5 more hrs..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can get it all in ma head by den..&lt;br /&gt;niwae im home..&lt;br /&gt;blastin de radio away..&lt;br /&gt;'burn' by usher..repeatin itself again n again..&lt;br /&gt;if u guys wonderin..&lt;br /&gt;no it doesnt haf any significance to ma lyf rite now..&lt;br /&gt;im sufferin from cafeine overdose..&lt;br /&gt;drank lyk 2 cans of coffee..1 bottle of mineral water..1 tin of ice lemon tea while studyin last nyt..&lt;br /&gt;feelin eva so bloated todae..&lt;br /&gt;nadiah my bestie fren havin sum sports dae todae..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;its been agaes since i actualli celebrated all those shit gov sch celebrate..&lt;br /&gt;those teacher dae concerts and shitz..&lt;br /&gt;miss em tho..&lt;br /&gt;my leg is covered wid mosquito bitez!&lt;br /&gt;f em lahh..&lt;br /&gt;itchin like hell i tell u..&lt;br /&gt;red like hell too!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...aisyah's lyk spoz to haf those beach pix up..&lt;br /&gt;but still no sign of em on her blog!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.15am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907425-108390017416806530?l=missfauziana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108390017416806530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907425/posts/default/108390017416806530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfauziana.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108390017416806530' 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