<?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-8933152155145971967</id><updated>2012-01-28T19:01:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfatenghjkl;</title><subtitle type='html'>Haha so you found my blog? Keep stalking! My pleasure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-5571040127823770969</id><published>2012-01-28T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:08:52.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happens as you can see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since my laptop is sick and dad doesn't look like he want to send it to the doctor or something and since I don't have much time to spend on silly things like this (yes it's silly), I won't be updating as often. Maybe once a month. So this blog is considered dead. Ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps: Keep waiting for my next post!&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/8933152155145971967-5571040127823770969?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5571040127823770969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5571040127823770969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-happens-as-you-can-see.html' title='It happens as you can see.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-3485261228159208390</id><published>2012-01-28T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:01:11.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh-wo6XoHdI/TyPEo4eXOiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YISt-k9dGEo/s1600/mia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh-wo6XoHdI/TyPEo4eXOiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YISt-k9dGEo/s320/mia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not gonna say anything.................... LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are so many things to say, but not here. Later I emo emo uols susah ehehhe. Whatever you two are planning on doing, wherever you wanna go, just do it, just go. If it isn't for your best, I will never let you go. But we all know that you'll have a brighter future, insyaAllah. Just promise me that you'll really study. Don't waste your time. If God wills, we'll always stay as best friends &amp;amp; sisters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, Amira Farzana Shahnul Niza. I love you, Farhanah Paizan. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-3485261228159208390?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3485261228159208390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3485261228159208390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-isnt-goodbye.html' title='This isn&apos;t goodbye.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh-wo6XoHdI/TyPEo4eXOiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YISt-k9dGEo/s72-c/mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-6255650955486573647</id><published>2011-12-31T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:54:08.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long year it had been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where to start?! Mhmm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twenty-eleven&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I failed for the first time in my whole life lol. It's not something I should be proud of but yeah. I failed. For the first time. Many things had happened this year. I can't possibly remember all, can I? So I'll just cram whatever I can in here. I went to my first concert ever; My World Tour. Yep, first concert. Ever. Truth be told, I had a pretty good time with Umie, Kas, Amira, Emi &amp;amp; sister &amp;amp; friends. I got to see Justin in real life, even though he was hundreds of meters away.. but still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually know what to talk about. I mean, I went through almost the same thing again and again. There were several times when I felt really bad but there were times when I was really happy too. So I guess it's okay? Maybe the pressure that kills me. Maybe. Maybe not. K whatevs. However, I'm glad that I spent most of my time this year with awesome people. You know who you are la ok haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOQiGsi6QE4/Tv3oRO3aSVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wph1rz9aUkQ/s1600/faez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOQiGsi6QE4/Tv3oRO3aSVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wph1rz9aUkQ/s320/faez.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;From left:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Faeza Suraya Roselan. Talissa Tatiana Intisar Patrick. Norshafatihah Nor Azmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You three had helped me through this year like a lot. Thank you for calling me pretty, when I call myself ugly. Thank you for always giving me advices &amp;amp; encouragement. Thank you for being mad at me. Thank you for understanding me in so many ways. Thank you for being available 24/7. Thank you, for everything you guys had done for me. Heeee. And of course, so sorry for being selfish. So sorry for being so annoying. So sorry for being harsh. So sorry for being emo when you were all happy. So sorry if I ever hurt you. So sorrrrrrrry! You guys are the best. I don't know how to put everything into words, but just so you know, I love you guys like a whole shit lot. You gedit?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EeLQycULa1g/Tv3jqtg5w2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/F9rPhuWX6kw/s1600/ayu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EeLQycULa1g/Tv3jqtg5w2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/F9rPhuWX6kw/s320/ayu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fadhilatul Ahya Zakaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since you're going away.. I dedicate a part of this post to you. Cewah. Hahahahhahahahahahahaha. Thank you Patrick, sebab kau dengar masalah aku. Since you are in the same place, maybe sebab tu kau lagi faham aku kot pasal masalah tu. Tak perlu la aku nak sebut masalah apa kan~ Thank you jugak, sebab jadi tempat aku lepas geram. Thank you jugak, sebab kau tahan aku puji diri sendiri hehe. Thank you for everything tetek. Sorry sebab selalu lempang kau. Tapi best. Aku suka. Hahahhahahahahahaha sorry weeeeeh. Susah nak touching lama dengan kau, ada je kau menyendeng kat aku nanti. Dah habis sekolah jangan lupa aku. Belajar betul betul, jangan bercinta je woi. Since you're the first senior ever that became a best friend of mine, so sebab tu kau ada kat blog aku, kalau tak jangan harap k hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Amira, Farhanah, Hafieza, Emi, Syu, Sharifah, Ama, Tam &amp;amp; gang, thank you for being the only juniors I'll ever be close to. Hahahahahaha I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Happy new yeaaaaaaaaaar! :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ps: To everyone, learn from all the mistakes you've done this year and improve yourself. Forgive me for my wrong doings oghaaait? Have a great year ahead and thank you, for reading this post. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pps: Stay cute. Like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-6255650955486573647?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6255650955486573647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6255650955486573647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-year-it-had-been.html' title='A long year it had been.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vOQiGsi6QE4/Tv3oRO3aSVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wph1rz9aUkQ/s72-c/faez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-3612184839331411948</id><published>2011-12-09T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:10:55.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kinda guy I'd date.</title><content type='html'>We all have our own dream guy, don't we? My friends said that I'm picky.. far too picky. I'll leave it to you to agree or to disagree. Let's get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cigarette no no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specifically &lt;strike&gt;dislike&lt;/strike&gt; hate guys that smoke. Their lips are rather  black and they have bad breath, which is such a major turn off. Then, I'd be the secondary smoker. According to researches, secondary smokers have a higher tendency to die faster than the primary ones. Who duh hayl wanna die bloody early bro?! Whatever it is, smoking leads to many health problems, so it's definitely a no.. No matter how cute that guy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hairstyle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ES1gj5iph6s/TuDbSr97IRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9d-Gp_LzL9c/s1600/chace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ES1gj5iph6s/TuDbSr97IRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9d-Gp_LzL9c/s320/chace.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo via Tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That.. is the perfect hairstyle. I repeat; perfect. From my point of view, guys with this hairstyle look sorta teen-ish? They look young! I prefer straight hair, but I've seen guys that look good with curly hair so.. As long as they look good in it I'm fine. As long as it isn't longer than mine, I'm fine. As long as it doesn't stink, I'm perfectly fine with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way he types.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely want a guy that types just the way I do. Y'know, with smileys and such. But that doesn't mean he's typing :) like :) this :) hahaha. Use smileys where necessary, I meant. And I can't live, can never live or have a conversation longer than a minute with a boring person. This is serious. Boredom is fatal. Lewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Body features.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd loooove a tall guy, of course. But not too tall, just a lil bit taller than me. Shorter..? Uhm.. Er.. Not quite my taste. I feel rather safe with a tall guy, don't you? :3 I wouldn't want him to have the body of a body builder, you get what I mean? But I like to see those muscles though. For this part, you could imagine something like Alex Pettyfer's body. That is a total hotness to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Attitudes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to this, of course it's all about the typical ways a guy should behave. He should put his studies first, that's the most important thing. What else.. respects everybody, appreciates the people around him, works hard to get something he really wants, loves kids, loves cats and such. Oh how lovely. He also should have a good sense of humour or else, like I said before; boredom will kill me. And of course, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;not a pervert&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually more characteristics, but I don't wanna get too detailed on this crap. The characteristics I've written above are definitely the major ones. The ones I always seek first. So.. if you guys have the right guy for me in mind, introduce him to me already!!!!!! Hihihihihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-3612184839331411948?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3612184839331411948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3612184839331411948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/12/kinda-guy-id-date.html' title='The kinda guy I&apos;d date.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ES1gj5iph6s/TuDbSr97IRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9d-Gp_LzL9c/s72-c/chace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-2969017855641483489</id><published>2011-12-05T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:08:34.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I roll this way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've seen a lot of people nowadays intending to kill themselves. I'm not gonna blame them, because I had been there. It was just recently that I realized how to manage those feelings. Everything comes from your mind. It's all about how you manage what you feel. Aren't you curious why there are so many different opinions about one thing? Why people are reacting differently to just one situation? Well I kinda have the answer. Different people come with different brains; which means they think of things in different ways. For example, when someone is calling you ugly it's up to you to either be angry &amp;amp; start bashing the person or just to stay calm &amp;amp; talk nicely. If you're wise enough, the second option is the best. Based on what I've been through before, being all angry about what people say about you is totally worthless. They're gonna keep trash-talking about you even if you're doing something good, so what's the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being a teenager myself, having to face a lot of difficulties all alone is pretty hard. I know. But like what I said earlier, it's all about how you think of things. To me the brain shouldn't take control of you; you're the one who should take control of your brain. When you're facing a tough situation, I know all the negative feelings will come attacking you like a thousand knives stabbing your body from all directions (yes that was from Titanic, haha). But hey, everything happens for a reason. There is always a bright side. I'm not good at explaining how this whole process happens, but what I can say is you've gotta try to be calm. Think rationally. You have to change the way you think, change to a better direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It does help you to appreciate life more. I mean, why would you want to die when there are so many innocent kids out there struggling to survive? How could you ever want to give up your life when you're actually at a good place to continue living your life? I have dreams, way too many dreams. There are so many things I would want to do before I die. And then I realized, if I was given a thousand years of life, would it be enough for me to do everything I could do while I'm alive? I don't think so. It's up to me to seize every single day of my life. It's up to me to make every day memorable. Think about it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-zm6i-C0p1Y" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm only as tall as my heart will let me be;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm as small as the world will make me seem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-2969017855641483489?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2969017855641483489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2969017855641483489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-roll-this-way.html' title='I roll this way.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-zm6i-C0p1Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-5450133811272119612</id><published>2011-12-04T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:43:04.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting rid of a habit.</title><content type='html'>Over thinking. I don't know when this habit started to develop, but I just know it is there. It's not good, obviously. After doing some intense thinking (silly, but yes I did :p), it might be the reason why I'm pretty down most of the time. It &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt;. It might not. Especially when I'm all alone, at night usually I'll start to over think everything. From the tiniest detail about me or everyone around me to the biggest detail I could come up with. It is usually random, mostly about what I face every single day. When it starts, I'll feel all bad about myself; feeling that I'm not good enough for everyone around me, thinking for hours &amp;amp; hours about what people might feel/think of me and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I don't kinda like talking to anyone. I'd prefer to just shut up and not think of anything, unless necessary. That was when I came up with the idea of not going online so often. I feel rather calm when I'm alone. Y'know, without the dramas and stuff.. That pretty much explains why I didn't tweet at all today. Or why I was away from the computer at all. It feels good, really. I hate talking to strangers. They don't make me feel comfortable, having awkward conversations kill me. I'm not even lying. I'll end up ignoring the strangers. So I'd rather appear offline most of the time. Teehee. I think my addiction to Twitter had reduced quite a lot, in a pretty short period. Never thought I could do it, though. I did, anyway! Having to see the dramas, the hatred, the anger, the sadness going on everywhere just worsen everything. Taking a break from all these social networking sites makes me feel pretty good. I'd rather stay all day long reading a book, or reblogging everything on Tumblr or watch the teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to where I stopped, I'm still trying to get this bad habit of mine away from me. It's good to at least try to change for the better. At the very least, &lt;i&gt;we tried&lt;/i&gt;. Screw whatever people are gonna say about me. They don't live my life, they don't feel what I feel, they don't see what I have to see, they don't face what I have to face everyday. So why bother about what everybody else says about you? They're still gonna trash-talk anyway, even if you're doing something good. It's enough for you to know what your real intentions are, because God knows too. So leave it to the Creator; who knows best of everything ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-5450133811272119612?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5450133811272119612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5450133811272119612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/12/getting-rid-of-habit.html' title='Getting rid of a habit.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-8093178211020583018</id><published>2011-12-01T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:56:11.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The month of wishes &amp; promises.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Hello. Hola. Assalamualaikum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's December! I'm not all excited about it but, it's December!! Hih. I've made quite a number of promises to myself. Everything starts now. To me, today would be a new year already. Not really, but yeah. The past 11 months were pretty hard for me to go through. Despite the hard new subjects and all these emotional problems (yes, I have emotional problems, shut up) I'm facing, I'm still alive! Thank you Lord, heh. I thought of staying away from Twitter for a short while. It's really addictive and yes, it had taken a lot of my precious time. See, I've got to take things seriously from now on. Blame SPM &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all these form 5s being so happy after their last papers, scared the hell out of me. It's less than a year now. Months. Weeks. Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. No more year. Anybody from the 4th form should be scared by now. Or.. maybe not? Maybe it's just me? Well who cares. I'm scared. If I waste this whole month then I'm &lt;strike&gt;done&lt;/strike&gt; dead. I wasted these past two weeks of holiday on Sims, Twitter &amp;amp; tv like a lot. And it's time to get started on something productive. Like eating. Loljk. Heheh. If I wanna win big, I've gotta dream big. When I dream big, I gotta work big. Aku memang suka buat quote sendiri, tak sedap diam jela. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUjQL4OTvRc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUjQL4OTvRc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is for everyone who had gone; grandpa, my uncle, Kitty. And also to each of you that I love who had changed to a different person; &lt;i&gt;I never wanted you guys to change&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-8093178211020583018?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8093178211020583018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8093178211020583018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/12/month-of-wishes-promises.html' title='The month of wishes &amp; promises.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-4233065699916784819</id><published>2011-11-28T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:57:49.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Many of my friends (not really but I've seen many of the teens these days) are in love. By that I mean &lt;i&gt;in love&lt;/i&gt;. Lulz k. Anyway, to me it's kinda unnecessary. I mean, from my point of view; I have only a year left in school and then I'll be going out of the shell I'm living in. Out to the scary world, with so many bad people.... and ghost. Okay heheheh. If you didn't know, I have big dreams. So tell me, which part of being in a relationship for the time being that gives me any benefit at all? A year, to me seems pretty short. SPM is a big deal to everyone including me. I'm afraid that I'll waste my time on silly things instead of focusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the couples that I know.. or stalked, they went separate ways when their school years are over. Mana taknya, sorang kena campak kat Kedah, sorang kena campak kat Johor -_- Of course, you need to experience all this lovey dovey thing so you can learn, right? I bet that's what on your mind now. Well, look at it this way; my mom always tells me how you can spend the rest of your life being in love. Once you secure a good job and pay and house and car, that is! Come to your senses, there's not many choice when you're still schooling. Trust me on this. I went to my bro's college registration and I've seen uncountable cute guys. I'm not even joking. So I decided to hunt for my guy during my college years...... okay not really. Mana boleh perigi cari timba hahahaha. Tapi zaman dah berubah, dunia dah maju. Konsep tu mana boleh pakai lagi. Loljk. At least for now, for this one year I have, I am really going to work hard so I can get scholarship and flyyyy to overseas. Boleh kahwin dengan mat saleh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I look at this thing. Please, pretty please don't get offended. Anyhoo, kalau dah rezeki tu ambil je, tak baik tolak, if you know what I mean ;&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-4233065699916784819?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/4233065699916784819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/4233065699916784819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/11/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-8293275265403162868</id><published>2011-11-22T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T01:44:18.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harimau Muda, for the win.</title><content type='html'>By now you should've heard about the victory of our football team, Harimau Muda in the match against Indonesia. Yes, you should have heard. If you haven't.. I would just say you're not from Earth, lewl. Well I'm posting this just to share my opinions on the game, you should read. Tak nak baca pun boleh, tak rugi pun aku la brader -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started pretty rough for our players, the Garudas tried scoring goals even at the beginning of the game. Luckily, the hero; Khairul Fahmi Che Mat saved it all. Okay........ not all, he missed the ball 3/4 times but only 1 is counted since the others were offside. I swear, he's such a great goalkeeper. Same goes to Meiga, Garuda's goalkeeper, he's good but Khairul Fahmi is a bit better :p The one &amp;amp; only counted goal for Garuda wasn't that pretty if it was to be compared with ours. I'd say, players of both teams played a harsh game tonight, but Garuda is the worst. The ref wasn't being fair; as I'd expected. I think he was bribed. Lul, we'll never know.... /side-eyes you. Anyhoo, both goals for both teams were during the first half, which means the second half was pretty much irritating with so many offside goals. It remained 1-1 even until the 93rd minute. So 30 minutes was given. And still, no goals. Just more offside goals. In the end, it was the penalty kicks. The penalty kicks that brought victory to us. We should really thank God. He listened to our prayers! And of course, congrats to Harimau Muda for all their efforts. I iz so proud :'&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eBaJy18R5Yc/TsqLmDDCoAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zuTKwA6JbEA/s1600/kf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eBaJy18R5Yc/TsqLmDDCoAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zuTKwA6JbEA/s320/kf.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's our hero! Great job brotha (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-8293275265403162868?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8293275265403162868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8293275265403162868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/11/harimau-muda-for-win.html' title='Harimau Muda, for the win.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eBaJy18R5Yc/TsqLmDDCoAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zuTKwA6JbEA/s72-c/kf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-3241578467484692244</id><published>2011-11-21T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:35:42.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The comeback of a dead blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I know. I know how dead this blog had been. But here it is again. Back to life. Back to posting boring things. Back to life. Okay I said that. Okay whatevs. It's the long school holiday again! I was planning on taking revision classes but Idk. I need rest. 2011 is very tiring. Hahahaahhaahaahhahahah. Hahahahahahahaha. Hahahaha. My final exams result isn't impressive. Well, I expected it. I didn't work hard enough. Heh. It's pretty sad that I only have a year of schooling left. I mean like it feels like it was only yesterday I started going to high school. I guess time really flies on a jet, eh? Shhooo shaaaddd :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I seriously do not know what else is there to be blogged about. So kbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-3241578467484692244?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3241578467484692244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3241578467484692244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/11/comeback-of-dead-blog.html' title='The comeback of a dead blog.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-8801944285287926022</id><published>2011-11-08T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:24:38.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's sweet 16.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z16wR-ZzZf4/TresQ-5BGpI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JdXt5vQXxW8/s1600/faez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z16wR-ZzZf4/TresQ-5BGpI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JdXt5vQXxW8/s320/faez.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi, bebbi. It's your sixteenth birthday, finally! This is cheesy but.. you're really a great person. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Y'know, how you comfort me when something's wrong. And how you're way more mature than I am. It feels like I have a sister. Thank you for that. Thank you also, for willing to be my best friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry, if I ever offend you in any way, if I ever make you sad/angry. I'll try my best to not do it again :3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't worry about anything, 'cause you'll always have me. Always. And please don't be sad about your birthday, many people care okay :p (and yes, I saw your tweets. Stop being sad about your birthday!) I'd love to see you all happy, all carefree on your birthday. Because the only person that matters today, is Faeza Suraya Roselan. If I'm not mistaken, that person is you. K? Okay this is lame but it came from my heart. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, I love you. I really do. I truly do. I honestly do. Okay, I love you! Have a blast, bebbi.♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-8801944285287926022?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8801944285287926022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8801944285287926022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/11/someones-sweet-16.html' title='Someone&apos;s sweet 16.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z16wR-ZzZf4/TresQ-5BGpI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JdXt5vQXxW8/s72-c/faez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-5264178359158944791</id><published>2011-09-17T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:25:58.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends and stuffs like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-5264178359158944791?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5264178359158944791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5264178359158944791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/09/offended.html' title='Offended'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-5387430378216008441</id><published>2011-09-16T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:11:02.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me begin this long post, with bismillahirahmanirahim. Sixteen years ago, in a small district of a big, big city, a girl was born during full moon. It was the air in a small hospital in Newham that I first breathed in. I'm of course, so glad and so grateful that I was brought into this beautiful world. I was very plump and heavy, since I was a baby. Guessed my mum fed me well, eh? :b I'm nothing much to be proud of, but I do have a cute face, a sweet voice and a &lt;strike&gt;cute&lt;/strike&gt; weird laugh. I'm not those girls with talents and all but I can sing a little bit even though I sound like a toad, I love to draw even though I suck at it and I have this kind of charm no one else does. Oh wait. Tak percaya ke I ni comel sejak dulu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9sc4YAtwT0/TnI6_W7KWOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gi4U1ZJVlO0/s1600/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9sc4YAtwT0/TnI6_W7KWOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gi4U1ZJVlO0/s320/baby.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sekarang nak percaya ke tak pi lantak hang. Hahahaha. Well, let us proceed. I grew up in Melawati. My childhood was great, you know with soooo many friends in my housing area, with a crush in kindergarten and with tons of buddies during standard one. But sadly, we had to move to Kajang and leave all those memories there. Went to a co-ed school for a year and after that I've been going to an all-girl school. It's been 8 years. Pejam celik pejam celik je, there goes the sweet part of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was raised in a great family; a beautiful mum, a handsome dad and two not-cute-like-me brothers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XoIk8laajyw/TnI7mbuNbsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6UbEu6lJSYQ/s1600/mama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XoIk8laajyw/TnI7mbuNbsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6UbEu6lJSYQ/s320/mama.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dhM3TPQdyc/TnI8TxgDRlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/R-wTdtpB63E/s1600/ayah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dhM3TPQdyc/TnI8TxgDRlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/R-wTdtpB63E/s320/ayah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzUytDg7hOI/TnI8ic9Vt8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/SFES1FXEyqw/s1600/sandcastle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzUytDg7hOI/TnI8ic9Vt8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/SFES1FXEyqw/s320/sandcastle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea. Exactly like what I said, they aren't as cute as I am :P Anyways, I spent the rest of the years in this small town that no one ever heard of... With so many rempits around, you just don't think you'll fit in here but once you get used to it, you'll rule the town. Like seriously. I grow up normally like all the other teenagers, just that I break down easily. Things had been happening and it went out of control and stuff. I'm not the kind of girl that excel in my studies with flying colours, I just excel with dull colours which means I'm among the average and not the 'genius' but of course I'm trying to excel excellently for spm like durh............... K. I'm also not anything close to 'hot' or famous or simply known by everyone, I'm just so unknown and so invisible. Hahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have great friends. They're always there supporting me, always there offering themselves whenever I'm down. How else do I thank you? All I could give is just that love I have inside me (this sounds so cheesy but whatever). Thank you, dear friends/best friends/bitches/juniors, you guys know who you exactly are. I wouldn't make it without you guys around. I swear I love you guys to bits. Forgive me for being so annoying, so emo, so cute..... I love every single of you. &lt;i&gt;Every single of you, forever. &lt;/i&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sixteen. Finally. And I'm still cute. Obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-5387430378216008441?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5387430378216008441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5387430378216008441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/09/sixteen.html' title='Sixteen.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9sc4YAtwT0/TnI6_W7KWOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gi4U1ZJVlO0/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-7944470869909956023</id><published>2011-09-05T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:39:20.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll try. I promise.</title><content type='html'>Hello there. I've been considering over this matter for quite a while. Before I begin, let me give a small reminder to you: don't judge &amp;amp; don't expect too much. Here we go. What I've been considering all this while was to start wearing a scarf/tudung/hijab or whatever you guys call it. I swear it's been quite some time to think it over. I know it's a must. I know. Let's just say that all this while I wasn't really ready and that I was having a little problem here and there with it. After my talk with Faeza, well that was pretty long ago but honestly, I feel much better after that talk. Thank you Faez, for the advices :) I know I am going to start wearing it someday, I just don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared of what people think of me when I start to wear; something like I'm wearing it because of trends etc. I'm just scared that I'll end up finding myself not really ready for it and then I take it off. I really don't want that to happen. Now, seeing most of my friends are already in hijabs, it somehow gives me some kind of inspiration. Heh. But frankly, I've been thinking over it since I knew Faeza &amp;amp; Huda. They both started putting on hijab since long ago. I know this is gonna sound awkward but I've always imagine myself wearing it. Ok wait, I've always imagine myself wearing everything I want (including bikinis... loljk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose I'm posting this is just to let you guys know my intention and that I'm half-ready for it, if there's such thing. I'm trying my best to live with it, I'm trying my best too, to go forward along with my confidence and bravery. I don't know why but whenever it comes to this matter I start to feel nervous. Lol. Maybe I'm too afraid that I'll end up being slutty or whatever. Maybe. Just maybe. But do not you worry, if it's not now, if it's not anytime soon, it will be someday. That's my promise. At least I'm trying :'&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-7944470869909956023?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7944470869909956023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7944470869909956023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/09/ill-try-i-promise.html' title='I&apos;ll try. I promise.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-6634156390967031998</id><published>2011-09-01T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:34:43.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the money.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duit raya tahun ni macam...... :| sikit sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-6634156390967031998?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6634156390967031998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6634156390967031998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-all-about-money.html' title='It&apos;s all about the money.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-4593502480267434240</id><published>2011-08-27T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T01:58:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohai. This is kinda awkward since the last post was 3 weeks ago. Wait what's awkward? LOL nothing. Nothing at all, I'm just crapping lol. Ok. To begin with, usual things happened. You know, fasting, breaking fast, school, homework, tuition etc etc. So there's nothing much to talk about but since Eid is just a few days away, I might as well wish you guys now, because I'll have to take my hands off the laptop for the whole week of raya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat hari raya to all of you my dear bichez, friends, fellow seniors &amp;amp; juniors, family, haters, enemies, teachers and the list goes on and on......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I've hurt many souls all this while, you know with my sarcasm and all but you do know I've never meant it. Well, there's a little lie ovur thur if you could smell lol wut. My friends, you know who you are, I'm really sorry for everything; the sarcasms or for being too annoying or too irritating or too hateable or too cute :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again, selamat hari raya!! :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-4593502480267434240?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/4593502480267434240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/4593502480267434240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/08/farewell.html' title='Farewell!'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-661772420279960483</id><published>2011-08-07T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:51:43.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One birthday wish for two important ladies ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's an important day to two important people in my life. The birthday of mama and also my bitch, Asya. So here's a blog-wish, the least I can do, for now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fTmnHdeee4/Tj17lh5vT5I/AAAAAAAAATo/SPYk0jIVkMY/s1600/mama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fTmnHdeee4/Tj17lh5vT5I/AAAAAAAAATo/SPYk0jIVkMY/s320/mama.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To you first, mama :']&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, words can never describe your sacrifices. Words also can't describe my love for you. You've taught and still teaching me e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, literally. How can I ever repay you? Thank you ma, for being a great mother, sister and the best of best friends that I could ever wish for. Too much to say and if I'm going to say it all, it never ends. For short, I love you. And that stays forever, never fades away. And just so you know, I couldn't stop thanking God that he gave you to me. Again, happy birthday and I love you ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxv0rTZOZRM/Tj17nigt76I/AAAAAAAAATs/TxejA_xNSqg/s1600/asya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxv0rTZOZRM/Tj17nigt76I/AAAAAAAAATs/TxejA_xNSqg/s320/asya.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andddd to youuu, babyyy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you've been through a hard time lately. Just to inform you, I'll always be by your side, in case you need me. You've been a great person all this while and 'thank yous' are never enough to thank you :P This might sound cheesy or cliche or whatever, but this is true; even if I travel to North Pole, I can never find a person like you. You're indescribable, annoys me at times though. But there's something you've gotta keep in mind or jot down somewhere you can see every-effing-single-day, I love you always. Have a blast sweetheart ♥ :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-661772420279960483?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/661772420279960483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/661772420279960483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-birthday-wish-for-two-important.html' title='One birthday wish for two important ladies ♥'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fTmnHdeee4/Tj17lh5vT5I/AAAAAAAAATo/SPYk0jIVkMY/s72-c/mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-6903459089270866849</id><published>2011-08-05T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T21:59:39.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A glad-kinda feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Lord. I passed them all this time. No fails. Even though cam atas pagar sikit en. Hahaha. I even passed Add Maths. Yea for the first time. Alhamdulillah :) Berkat menangis 4 hari 4 malam LOL tipu sikit. Sooo yeah, that's all. Looking forward to knowing my crush's name. Soon soon :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-6903459089270866849?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6903459089270866849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6903459089270866849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/08/glad-kinda-feeling.html' title='A glad-kinda feeling'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-7049860854533356775</id><published>2011-07-31T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:05:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hello over there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went out with Afiq today to watch Harry Potter part II, yeah I know what's exactly on your mind rn, eh biar ah aku tengok lambat pun, was bit busy~&amp;nbsp; We all know so that Harry Potter movies are ah-mazing and are never boring to be watched. And then I came to a conclusion that JK Rowling better make another book of Harry Potter. Or maybe Albus Severus Potter hihi. Well truth be told, Albus and Scorpius is cute to the core. LOL. Ee Tong was absolutely right. K, enough of that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKu9vYMLRUs/TjVHcDzBQpI/AAAAAAAAATk/SCntMf5t8G8/s1600/img-thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKu9vYMLRUs/TjVHcDzBQpI/AAAAAAAAATk/SCntMf5t8G8/s1600/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, as the title above, Ramadhan is already here. Knocking open all the heaven's door and pulling close all the hell's door with devils tied up inside. I'm so glad that God gave me another chance living in this holy, full of blessing month. I hope this would be a good change for everyone, friends and family and my imaginary boyfriend :D And should all of you forgive me for my wrong doings, my harsh words and my killing killer-stares LOL. Alright that's it, have a good Ramadhan and please jangan ponteng puasa k. Ehehek, loves ♥ :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-7049860854533356775?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7049860854533356775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7049860854533356775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan :]'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKu9vYMLRUs/TjVHcDzBQpI/AAAAAAAAATk/SCntMf5t8G8/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-6206030770205256746</id><published>2011-07-28T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:08:54.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wee we weee we dissected a frog. A BIIIIIGGGG one. LOL. Hehe. Indeed it was exciting. Tapi mula mula macam segan silu sedih bagai sikit ah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtuplEfktk8/TjEY6ir_swI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7vjkctYM4Co/s1600/DSC01526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtuplEfktk8/TjEY6ir_swI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7vjkctYM4Co/s320/DSC01526.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so hard taking away a life.... Lulzy. Anywaaays, memang seronok, I even had the thought of doing it once again. Why not, right? As long as we aren't dissecting cockroaches, noooo. Many things had happened, as usual~ Since I rarely update my blog, there's so many things I would love to tell but no, malas aku nak type :3 Monthly test had ended, abang Bujang got married, and we got our papers back. Guess wuuuuut, I didn't flunk add maths as expected. I DID NOT. For the first time in my entire torturous form 4 life, pass woi! :D I'm glad. Really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-6206030770205256746?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6206030770205256746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6206030770205256746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/07/napoleon.html' title='Napoleon!'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtuplEfktk8/TjEY6ir_swI/AAAAAAAAAS4/7vjkctYM4Co/s72-c/DSC01526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-1177136829683059371</id><published>2011-07-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:33:49.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underestimated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just got back from sending Amir to MSU. 3 quarter of me feels sad, obviously. The other part feels almost good, but idk how to describe it exactly. I can stop the yelling and all but the house will feel empty LOL. Okaaaaay taknak cakap pasal tu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the thang, July sounds pretty interesting. With Transformers, Monte Carlo, Harry Potter, Chelsea Arsenal Liverpool, Archie. Oh my.......... But I aint got no time and lack of kaching kaching $.$ LOL and the second monthly test is just, NEXT WEEK. I know what's exactly on your mind right now, failures. Naah, Imma try my best this time, the lowest I can get is a C, that is. I'll try laaaaaah but there's no guarantee for Add Maths :| K that's it. I'm sorry I rarely update you, my darling blog. You know I love you :3 ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-1177136829683059371?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/1177136829683059371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/1177136829683059371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/07/underestimated.html' title='Underestimated.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-3627964362944156786</id><published>2011-07-02T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:15:20.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not so interesting sports day LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello there, my dear friends. Sorrylah this blog is kinda...dead. I don't have time for all this social thang lah, eleleleh :b Jk, anyways, we had the 1 Malaysia run today, which I CAN TELL that we were TALKING, LAUGHING, CAMWHORING and stuff instead of running. The primary girls were running tho. Biarlah. Let them have the joy of being a carefree child. Like these kids down here LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NoZFsGNIf0A/Tg8ybORdhOI/AAAAAAAAASE/c63_yxygV94/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NoZFsGNIf0A/Tg8ybORdhOI/AAAAAAAAASE/c63_yxygV94/s320/blog1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than that damn 1 Malaysia run, we also had our 51st sports day. This time is kinda lame because it was kinda lack of cheers and all, meh who cares. We, as in greens grab all the first placing for mascot, perbarisan and aerobics. Dannnng we're awesome, aren't we? :b But sadly, as the tradition goes, kitorang last lah keseluruhan. Anyway, there was a big difference for the overall winner. A BIG ONE. Tahun ni rumah kuning tempat ketiga. Guess who's on the first? Biruuuu (Y) Terkejut jugeww leww sebab kuning yang selalu menang. But since rumah biru pun ramai atlet tahun niiii.... Biarlah. Congrats anyways to everyone. We all did our best! :D *padahalakutakbuatpapepunsumbangsuaraje /trullz. Andddd this year's olahragawati goes to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbMeKl0jQn4/Tg8ysSW4uaI/AAAAAAAAASI/jBn-sQRwqcI/s1600/blog2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbMeKl0jQn4/Tg8ysSW4uaI/AAAAAAAAASI/jBn-sQRwqcI/s320/blog2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....that girl that's holding the mike. Sumpah wa proud lu bestfriend wa Jo x)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, harini boring senanya. Tapiiiii I had fun camwhoring and laughing our asses off with these bichez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajsk-5X6fd0/Tg8ywsHAJ4I/AAAAAAAAASM/a1XR6MLYqZA/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajsk-5X6fd0/Tg8ywsHAJ4I/AAAAAAAAASM/a1XR6MLYqZA/s320/blog3.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dah tu je. K xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-3627964362944156786?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3627964362944156786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3627964362944156786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-so-interesting-sports-day-lol.html' title='A not so interesting sports day LOL'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NoZFsGNIf0A/Tg8ybORdhOI/AAAAAAAAASE/c63_yxygV94/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-3148021397054449044</id><published>2011-06-26T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T02:22:23.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi thur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohai babies :3 How are you? I'm sorry that this thang is rarely updated. Told ya Imma be a bit serious this second sem. Ok not a bit but A LOT. I mean like, why waste my chances right? I don't wanna let my parents down. Eventho it is hard to live to their expectations, but letting them down is the last thing I'll choose to do. Ok enough of thaaaat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amir's soon gonna go and further his studies. This is pretty sad :( Well before I begin talking about this topic let us hope he NEVER come to my blog and read this aha LOL. I know, I know we always quarrel and stuff but what would you feel when the person you've been living with this whole life is going out of ze house? Ececeh ayat emo lulzy. But think of it. Betul en en? Haisho. It will be weird. It will be awkward. IT WILL. But I hope things won't change. Oh except for his attitude. I hope it gets better LOL Hihik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0VrZHU59XM/TgYmzq-sGJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TeFrjRvoIYw/s1600/lol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0VrZHU59XM/TgYmzq-sGJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TeFrjRvoIYw/s320/lol.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.____.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry but he's liddis. Most of the time hewhew. Ok bye hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-3148021397054449044?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3148021397054449044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3148021397054449044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-thur.html' title='Hi thur'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0VrZHU59XM/TgYmzq-sGJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TeFrjRvoIYw/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-4800230374442719131</id><published>2011-06-18T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T00:47:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My type of guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of this, I bet you you you and that girl over thurr has different ways in looking for their type of guy. Samalah macam aku :D I'm very fussy and picky that exactly explains why I'm still flying like a carefree bird LOL. Let us begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1 - Guys that often bring their younger siblings when they hang out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg this. I find it very cute. Very. Oh and also guys that pick their younger siblings from school and take the bag for them, haishoo. I've seen a few before so I know laa ok how cute iz that mhhmm :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2 - Guys in plain tshirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AvIB-_XFSEk/TfuEAvPXyLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7AgZ-Kkuok8/s1600/Justin%252BBieber%252Btumblr_ldn3q3U2Ft1qe8ydbo1_128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AvIB-_XFSEk/TfuEAvPXyLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7AgZ-Kkuok8/s320/Justin%252BBieber%252Btumblr_ldn3q3U2Ft1qe8ydbo1_128.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This. Explains. It. All.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3 - Guys that go to mosque and perform prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*SPEECHLESS :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4 - Guys in uniforms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtHmHYKb3iY/TfuEeyBkMYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qAU3EFcAF5k/s1600/channingryan27120601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtHmHYKb3iY/TfuEeyBkMYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qAU3EFcAF5k/s320/channingryan27120601.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyya smexy, let's have babies :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5 - Guys that do no smoking, no drugs and no drinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A TOTAL TURN ON :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's just the top 5. There are many more but I shall hit the bed now since I have to wake up early for camp tomorrow. And this was just for the sake of updating, in case my awesome readers thought my blog iz dead or something.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-4800230374442719131?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/4800230374442719131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/4800230374442719131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-type-of-guy.html' title='My type of guy'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AvIB-_XFSEk/TfuEAvPXyLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7AgZ-Kkuok8/s72-c/Justin%252BBieber%252Btumblr_ldn3q3U2Ft1qe8ydbo1_128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-7270719781273177103</id><published>2011-06-09T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T01:32:00.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emus and poopsicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I went Zoo Negara on Tuesday to go volunteering for the second time! :D This time was more fun since there were five of us. But this time I was doing the washing and cleaning in the kitchen, mainly. For that 2 hours lunch break we managed to camwhore as usual, take videos, eat lunch, have ice cream, try to wave at the train's or whatever it is called driver, walk all around the big zoo, get lost and back again to the bird house. In 2 hours hewhewhew~ Like a big boss. In the evening, we settled everything kinda early since, there were tons of volunteers from everywhere that happened to be volunteering on the same day. So we had plenty of time to play around with that thing I forgot what's it's name. And the bicycle :D All in all, we had fun and it is a yes to come again some other day, insyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aVugg6VgVY/Te-uZXZWarI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iNdtxxd13HM/s1600/zoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC_INVBwj0M/Te-uczMOX-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/UdBETWB1KpA/s1600/zoo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC_INVBwj0M/Te-uczMOX-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/UdBETWB1KpA/s320/zoo2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEE? I aint lying about the camwhoring part. And other parts, too :b We just some owzum bichez being owzum (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw Kitty had had something wrong with her teeth/gum/mouth since few days ago and it swollen :\ And she didn't come home for 3 days. And I was worried like fuq. And I cried. Yes, I did. You guys don't know how much she means to me, so sadap. Tonite at ten liddat dad found her under our car. Thank Godddd. However her mouth was bleeding and she looks so thin and so weak and so restless D: Since it was late already we doubt any clinic is still opened, so we just cleaned her up and let her get some sleep. We'll take her to the veterinary tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ekS5J-iM8YM/Te-wa4nrzHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JCkWR_6fK3k/s1600/kittu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ekS5J-iM8YM/Te-wa4nrzHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JCkWR_6fK3k/s320/kittu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get well soon, sayang. xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-7270719781273177103?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7270719781273177103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7270719781273177103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/06/emus-and-poopsicles.html' title='Emus and poopsicles'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC_INVBwj0M/Te-uczMOX-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/UdBETWB1KpA/s72-c/zoo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-49909608932529826</id><published>2011-06-07T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:48:07.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norshafatihah bt Nor Azmi ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shafaaaaaa &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-nCA43eKic/Te0EOMhvdOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SzkapXUcmV4/s1600/shapa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-nCA43eKic/Te0EOMhvdOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SzkapXUcmV4/s320/shapa.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we've been friends for quite some time but we got closer since form 3 lah en? Since that until now, we've been through so many things, and I mean; SO MANY THINGS. Good ones, bad ones. Well, let us not talk about the bad ones, k? :) Sometimes, you're like my elder sister and that goes vice versa at other times, too. It's so hard, to describe you. Because throughout our friendship /nowitsoundslikeafuqinlesbianlulz\, I just know that you understand me, so much. And yea, we have things in common, which should not be mentioned here, but I bet you know what it is aye? Thank you sugar, for always being on my side. For always understanding, for always making me to understand that I can't have everything, everyone to myself, for always trying to make me more matured. Maybe, you don't get it why I'm saying liddis, but everything you do, makes me matured. Makes me think stuffs positively. No lie. And please, would you forgive me for whatever I did, that hurt you? I know there were times when I was being harsh to you. I know. So, forgive me k? And, you're not ugly. You're not whatever negative things you think you are. You are awesome and you rock. But I rock more, hihi \m/ ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for everything and for always being on my side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for being harsh at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY SEEEXXXXTEENTH BIRTHDAY *lol SEXTEENTH WTF :b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;may all your prayers be fulfilled, may God bless you, may you have a better life, amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and and and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always &amp;amp;hearts; :} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-49909608932529826?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/49909608932529826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/49909608932529826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/06/norshafatihah-bt-nor-azmi.html' title='Norshafatihah bt Nor Azmi &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-nCA43eKic/Te0EOMhvdOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SzkapXUcmV4/s72-c/shapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-8775434198600264560</id><published>2011-06-04T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:15:22.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world under my blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O hai. There's only a week left and then school is reopened. Since it's going to be the second semester already, I guess I'm going to work harder eh, no? I'm pretty sure I screwed my mid term papers well. WELL-SCREWED. Ha yeah. Idk if I'm really going to work my arse off for finals or... Okay a week ain't long. So it's either I have fun or I study. Ummm maybe a bit less on the second one haha. Maybe not. I mean like, okay this may sound cheesy or whatever but spm is really on its way. So, I've got to focus or I'll screw my entire life up. Dah dah shall not talkkkk about it -.- Btw I really envy Christina since long. And now that she's working on an album, I can't even... You guys most probably had watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxceEHatfAU"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; before but Idc just watch it again and if you haven't go now!&amp;nbsp;Damn all this talented human :/ Anyways, you rockkk Christina! :D \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-8775434198600264560?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8775434198600264560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8775434198600264560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/06/world-under-my-blanket.html' title='The world under my blanket'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-5701333075855708800</id><published>2011-06-02T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:50:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bitch's sixteen;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdyuoAzfacc/TecEUUmUsfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lmi6SonAhHw/s1600/farah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdyuoAzfacc/TecEUUmUsfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lmi6SonAhHw/s320/farah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heyyy youuu bitttcccchh :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 31st was your sixteenth and I wished you otp already, so yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one I call whenever I'm in need. The one I talk to about boys haa LOL. The one who makes me laugh all the time. The sister from another mother? xD The so very tall. The so very pretty and fair. The one I love till forever&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;You know right, whatever you do, whoever you're with, I'm always on your side? And that will stay the same until the world ends, insyaAllah. We should go out more often ehemwhoknowswemightbumpintothatfriendofyourswithherfriendANDhercuteboyprangehem HAHAHAHA. I still can't get over that cute dude 0.o Okaaaaay he smiled at me thrice hihihihihihi. K I should stop x)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Love you, baby girl xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;So since our plan to go Midvalley yesterday was cancelled since Tal wasn't around, I decided to go celebrate Farah's sixteen :) The good thing was, I got to meet a verrrrrrrrrrrrrrry cute boy. Well, he's the boyfriend of Farah's friend's friend. Even just for 10 minutes omg I tell you, kalah Justin Bieber. Sumpah wa tak tipu! :D Bump into them twice, he smiled at me 3 times hehehe. Ya Allah am I crazy or what? He has a stunning-beautiful-like-seriously-beautiful girlpraaan -.-' Hmm. Takpa kalau ada jodoh tak kemana kan? Hewhewhew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The bad thing was, Tomato happened to be going out yesterday. We bumped into each other at ktm. Tapi, dia pergi Mid T.T See? Aku dah nak nangis situ tapi nak buat macam mana en? :( LOL takpa kalau ada jodoh tak kemana kan? Hihihihihihi. Bangang kau ni Ten semua kau nakkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Anyways, thanks a whole lot to Aya for helping me a lot yesterday. Banyaaak k kau tolong. Nanti nanti ah chocolate kau tu, tunggu birthday kau tak lama lagi en. Haha. Till thennnnnn, boboiii.&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/8933152155145971967-5701333075855708800?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5701333075855708800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5701333075855708800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/06/bitchs-sixteen.html' title='The bitch&apos;s sixteen;'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdyuoAzfacc/TecEUUmUsfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lmi6SonAhHw/s72-c/farah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-6278893735045584749</id><published>2011-05-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T01:25:19.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because my name is Awesome;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm seriously, truly, genuinely bored. So I guess I'm going to crap about one of the things guys do that such a turn on. You wanna know what? Here it issssss. Guys wearing shirt with tie. Eiiii, they are soooo hot I tell you. Seriouslyyyyy, so hot T.T For example, hmmm this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TE8n8IhWgCc/TeJ8SHyZxnI/AAAAAAAAALE/8Egnw4GPXIU/s1600/Channing-Tatum7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TE8n8IhWgCc/TeJ8SHyZxnI/AAAAAAAAALE/8Egnw4GPXIU/s320/Channing-Tatum7.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An? AN?!?!?!?!? Ni calon suami I #54 tau youuu. Hahaha. He so smexxxy with being bald and all, oh not to mention when he gets, shirtless pffffft :b He just had to be so hat kan?!?!?! Mencik la cenggini. Dai dai dai you Channing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something liddis also is, such a....turn on. If not for you, it is for me :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdXxO1IYq14/TeJ8-sNOvKI/AAAAAAAAALI/VyeajK6TO5o/s1600/Justin-Bieber-in-Dolca-and-Gabbana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdXxO1IYq14/TeJ8-sNOvKI/AAAAAAAAALI/VyeajK6TO5o/s320/Justin-Bieber-in-Dolca-and-Gabbana.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tehehehe, cute en? :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next one, is guys that wear fitting shirts. That is...I cant even. Ishhh, trust me, it is beyond hot. I've seen real life punya ah, walao xO Seriously you can melt ovah thurr. Trust me, Tal knows :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4jskYYslYg/TeKAmiic4eI/AAAAAAAAALM/f3G451QK6W8/s1600/Justin-Bieber-red-cap-black-shirt-gold-microphone.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4jskYYslYg/TeKAmiic4eI/AAAAAAAAALM/f3G451QK6W8/s320/Justin-Bieber-red-cap-black-shirt-gold-microphone.png" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something liddis. OMG THIS. THIS. Haihhhh. &amp;gt;:O&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is killing me. Yknw, to see all these hot pictures ishhhh. Hahaha. Trust me, my real time friends had seen me going crazy when hot guys wearing this kind of shirt are around. Ifykwim :b &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-6278893735045584749?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6278893735045584749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6278893735045584749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/05/because-my-name-is-awesome.html' title='Because my name is Awesome;'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TE8n8IhWgCc/TeJ8SHyZxnI/AAAAAAAAALE/8Egnw4GPXIU/s72-c/Channing-Tatum7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-7271055117975058389</id><published>2011-05-28T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:54:55.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello yello mello tafak iz thiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heyy sssup. The stress is ovah. How happy is that you tell meeee. Hsdgfgsdfljgejfvjhqer, I almost died of tiredness and sleepiness this weeeek. Vodoh. Yet I survived, hikhikhikk. The long-waited school holiday is here. Seriously I've been waiting for this. Yknow, orang femes macam I ni en busy, so kena leww rehat, lol? Since I didn't come in for most classes this week, I successfully avoided from getting to know my marks. But haaay, I got A for agama. A- to be exact. Okay lettuw. Asalkan A? Hahaha. Since we have a long holiday, why don't we go out togethergether, no? But don't far far far away la bruh, so ma fan wan lor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PE69eM7A1vk/Td_V7scZwhI/AAAAAAAAALA/LelddYZyl3U/s1600/tumblr_kp3jpdIHWK1qzbpaho1_500+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PE69eM7A1vk/Td_V7scZwhI/AAAAAAAAALA/LelddYZyl3U/s320/tumblr_kp3jpdIHWK1qzbpaho1_500+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never have younger siblings, so kittens are considered as one :B Gray will soon deliver her babies, sumpah tak boleh tunggu. She's still young to be pregnant tho, if you know what I mean xD Hellz yeah, all kittens are cute. Cats are generally cute. Seriously I can die from the radiation of their cuteness, hmmm hmmm. Hihi. Okay bye. I actually, really have nothing to talk about, zzz. So, enjoy your holiday and text me if you want to hang out with me, kay bajet aku ni budak hot ah? Puhhleeaash, I meant that for my fwens onleh, kau sibuk pashal? Hukhuk kboi x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-7271055117975058389?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7271055117975058389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7271055117975058389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-yello-mello-tafak-iz-thiz.html' title='Hello yello mello tafak iz thiz'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PE69eM7A1vk/Td_V7scZwhI/AAAAAAAAALA/LelddYZyl3U/s72-c/tumblr_kp3jpdIHWK1qzbpaho1_500+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-5365867202279021563</id><published>2011-05-21T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:12:06.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is where we begin, here is where we stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. Hows everything going, you allllz? Hahaha. This week itself was pretty messed up for me. Who the hell in this freakin world sent a text that's supposed to be sent to someone else and got teased for like 3 days? Me. Idk, I keep humiliating my ownself lolololololol. Why why whyyyy everything so like shiznit. Idk but Malaysia's system is no good, tsk. What I mean is, giving out tests every 3 months is not going to do any good lah. I'm sooo tired of looking at books T.T Lulz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I reaaaally have no idea of what to blog lately. I mean like, haaaay I'm not as lifeless as ehem you know that tits observer ehem hahahaha. I really hope you're reading this, you just so very laiflesz human being. Really, these days I am like so very alone. What to do :) And yes, what in the whole friggin world will you feel if your crush says Hi to you? Isn't it like, hooooly. That is heaven, aye? The same exact feeling I got, yesterdaaaay. Omaigad can you like freakin imagine he said hi to me? Oh well, I'm not those type of hot girls that are so used to people saying hi to them whatesoever, itew ni tak ah pemes cam you allz. LOLFUNNEH. Hahaha. You don't want to know how I freakin smiled yesterday. That made me happy, aww. Kshouldstop. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a week-long school session left until hols beginnn. I seriously cannot wait, heheheh. However, I still want to follow you, ma :/ But what to do :) Okay people, come lets go out togethergetherww this 2 weeks long holiday. I'm serious k, contact me at 0173314444446666600009999. Hahaha, lifeless much? IK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then, kboi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-5365867202279021563?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5365867202279021563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/5365867202279021563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/05/here-is-where-we-begin-here-is-where-we.html' title='Here is where we begin, here is where we stop.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-8155821948993190635</id><published>2011-05-14T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T17:46:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, show me the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are times in life when you imagine your life as someone else. That includes me too, aye. But, cheesy as it sounds, I love my life the way it is. Even though there are things I feel like changing, I'm pretty sure God has better plans for it, no? :) Forgive me guys, I don't exactly have time to blog or whatsoever, having a mid-term exam as a form 4 kid is ain't easssssyyy, I tell you -.-' Not saying that I screwed up few papers, so gonna get it :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people said that I look very moody-ish lately. Well, isn't that normal, friend? Look, I AM a teen. And that makes me no different from you guys, I'm sure you have your problems also, kan? Okay dah patutnya aku tak merepek kat sini. Bio tak baca lagi zomg tensionnn T.T Banyaknya benda aku nak tension, hadui. Kboi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps: So long never see tomato :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-8155821948993190635?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8155821948993190635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8155821948993190635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-show-me-world.html' title='So, show me the world.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-8808087183506610868</id><published>2011-05-07T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:02:21.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again comes this exam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What else, if not that daaim mid-year exam? I'm a bit thankful though, because they organized the schedule pretty well; a subject per day. So I won't have to stuff Science related diagrams and formulas and words with History facts at one shot. However, who the fus in this world make a Saturday an exam day? Not that it's a big thing or anything but heeeeyyy it's a freaking SATURDAY. -.- But whatever, I'm just gonna go with the flowwww~ Lol. Hmm what else? Oh yaaa, last Wed was my bitch's sweeeeet sixteen. Heheh :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hD78sTU-Emo/TcUyxBEe5QI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ztn52e5eK-o/s1600/TALI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hD78sTU-Emo/TcUyxBEe5QI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ztn52e5eK-o/s320/TALI.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayang, thank you for everythingggg. There are like, so so so so so many things I wanna thank you but if I write it down, it may take days. Or years. :P Kita kan sehati sejiwa? Trolololol. Okay since it's your 16th birthday, I'm going to make sort of a special post for you, no? Heheh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We first knew each other in form 2. You were the new girl and everyone was like "eee budak baru tu cam tak friendly je" then I was like as usual, TRYING to be friendly and went to your place and started lahhh~ Hahaha. We got closer and closer and much closer and much much much closer; nowitsoundslikealesbianwtfus. Okaaay. So if I am to write about the things we share since form 2, it will never end since we spent a WHOLE SHIT TIME together :) I LOVE YOU INFINITY, NOT EVEN P CAN LOVE YOU THIS MUCH xD ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ktengsboiiii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-8808087183506610868?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8808087183506610868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8808087183506610868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/05/again-comes-this-exam.html' title='Again comes this exam.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hD78sTU-Emo/TcUyxBEe5QI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ztn52e5eK-o/s72-c/TALI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-1177173070557832248</id><published>2011-04-30T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T08:54:24.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkest side of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. I bet you're dying to see a post update from me, no? :p Oh well, so many things went on lately, I barely have time for myself (this totally excludes time for blushing whenever I think/see tomato) LOL. I shall start with JB's concert :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We reached there around 4 plus plus I think? And then we bought some stuffs and queued for quite some time. It was raining, like shaayt heavily. So the management let us in earlier, the doors were supposed to be opened at 7.30, so yeah. I'm so lazy to type x) So here you go ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEfdJbUaSYU/TbtZoEjMnkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dCDS-qkbDGg/s1600/2_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEfdJbUaSYU/TbtZoEjMnkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dCDS-qkbDGg/s320/2_0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QOtWlhP_GE/TbtZoy1u63I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vFb_Cp-bPl0/s1600/15_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QOtWlhP_GE/TbtZoy1u63I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vFb_Cp-bPl0/s320/15_1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PjwqY-PFEU/TbtZp4xcCqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7xGT_Ctf6YM/s1600/222215_217709891574754_100000072343148_932779_7320042_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PjwqY-PFEU/TbtZp4xcCqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7xGT_Ctf6YM/s320/222215_217709891574754_100000072343148_932779_7320042_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this was the shirt I bought :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was awesome and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBm8g5EJ070"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was the best part of the concert. And rumour had been saying that he said "Hello Manila"? Eh please lah that was Bruno Mars. Get a life and stop hating lah people. Y U SO LAIFLES WAAAN. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then on last weekend, I was off to prefects camp. Which I thought in the first place it was going to be goddamn boring which wasn't really exactly boring. And according to Faeza and Joanne it was going to be torturous but it wasn't really lah :) Got ourselves in mud and I was lucky enough no leeches made body contact with me hahahahahahaha. I was effingly tired and when I came back from the camp many peopleeee said that I HAD BECOME SO TANNNNNEDDDD EFFFFFFF. Hahahaha. Blame softball and blame this camp please :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Thursday/April 28th was Sexy's birthday. We had a surprise party in McD and glad that she was happy :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCB-t9yJfAA/TbtdBhkXQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dGaQUI-jVUU/s1600/168010_1723888150642_1641510796_1643668_3134707_n+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCB-t9yJfAA/TbtdBhkXQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dGaQUI-jVUU/s320/168010_1723888150642_1641510796_1643668_3134707_n+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkP6LgSP3lo/TbtZq6H8ROI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k30PlAF5dyw/s1600/168010_1723888150642_1641510796_1643668_3134707_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th birthday, sayang. You know you'll always have me on your side, always. Love you pretty GURRRRRRL. Hahaha pig :P&amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-1177173070557832248?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/1177173070557832248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/1177173070557832248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/04/darkest-side-of-me.html' title='Darkest side of me.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEfdJbUaSYU/TbtZoEjMnkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dCDS-qkbDGg/s72-c/2_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-2972566809358002816</id><published>2011-04-17T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:04:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up your dreams, ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, since Justin told me not to ever, EVER give up my dream, I decided to continue planning (okay this sounds lame, but whatevs). Let us see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3NgQqDr7kA/TarTAum2m1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/PMOO7jYr2oI/s1600/map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3NgQqDr7kA/TarTAum2m1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/PMOO7jYr2oI/s320/map.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLiIUsfYykw/TarSlfKPVkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ycWmG3Mq3GI/s1600/map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, that's what I planned. Since I'm going for the 358 tix, I'm nearer to the stage. So the black arrows are alternate #1 and the purples are #2. I can do this, perfectly. BUT then only I remember that there will be security guards pestering all over the place. I don't care, I'll try my best to see him xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-2972566809358002816?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2972566809358002816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2972566809358002816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-give-up-your-dreams-ever.html' title='Never give up your dreams, ever.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3NgQqDr7kA/TarTAum2m1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/PMOO7jYr2oI/s72-c/map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-1066511508259744609</id><published>2011-04-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:54:28.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So crazy is this thing we call love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went all around KL today. YES, YOU GOT THE POINT RIGHT, ALL AROUND KL. Tak percaya? Meh kita tengok. First, headed to kl sentral to meet up with mileycyrus and then the Advertlets people turned out to have some complications or such so I can only take the tickets after 4. And it was 1 in the noon, gentle tak gentle bro? -.-' Then gerak klcc nak tengok ehem ehem tapi lambat then gerak pavi pulak akusebenarnyamalasnakceritangantuklah hahaha. Finally, got to watch Never Say Neverrrrrrrr. 3D bro, kau ada?!?!?! Hahaha. Ada orang terlompat lompat nampak Miley Cyrus dalam movie tu, okay tipu ah terlompat an -.-' Hahhaha. After movie, went to Kelana Jaya to take the goddamn tickets. It sounds the very the short here, as in from the beginning of this post until the taking the tickets part, but if YOU were the one who was doing it, believe me, BELIEVE me you feel like sleeping on the spot in the train on the way home. Banyaknya the xD Takpo hajat tercapai nak tengok nsn hihihi. Kesian Jay kena teman. I CAN SEE YOU IS VERY THE TIRED. Anyways, thank you, thanks a lot shorty for accompanying me, and sorry if it was a burden but you made my dayyyy. Lepas ni teman lagi banyak eh? Hahaha loljk. Sayang kau :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ps: enjoy the new blog song. It is touching k, uhuk uhuk, k dah over :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;pps: dekat Pavi tadi ada mamat handsome pakai baju putih tapi saya tak sempat nak ngorat. MELEPAS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-1066511508259744609?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/1066511508259744609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/1066511508259744609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-crazy-is-this-thing-we-call-love.html' title='So crazy is this thing we call love.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-6358788268271733410</id><published>2011-04-09T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:53:46.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaya kung ano ang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey peeps. Hauzzit goin? Cool? Cool. Trololololol! Hahah. So our school had been the venue for district level debate competition on Wednesday. Since I wasn't involved in it, tak dapatlah nak cuci mata uhuk uhuk :'( A lot of schools were involved, but of course Kajang High School is never listed for eye candying purpose k hahahaha. So, our school's debate team turned out to win the first placing which means they'll be going for state level on the 19th. Congrats pipol! And of course to you, Faeza, heard that your speech was awesome, sorry I didn't get a chance to watch it :/ But hell, I know hauzzit sounded like, British accent and all, iykwim :b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on, on Thursday, April 7th 2011 at 1 am, Cik Azizah my ex Science teacher/form teacher had passed away due to cancer :'( She was really, really nice to me and she had such high patience on us, stubborn girls. I still can imagine her calling my name and all, you know. I still remember all her advices, all of em. Sorry, this is just bringing me to tears :'/ May Allah place you in the place for those who believe in righteousness. We all, down here will always pray for you for that you'll always be in our memories. Thank you for everything you've taught me, much love, al fatihah :'[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people had claimed that I, sometimes emo-blog. Which I strongly don't approve which they still insisted on which idek what I'm shitting. xD Well guys, what choice do I actually have? Yes, I know I have awesome friends and I can rely on them but not about everything. Look at it this way, I can rely on them like how anti bacterial products say they can kill 99.9% bacteria. So where to throw the other 0.1? K, I EM KERAPINNN. Hahaha. Sorry, if my emo-blogging disturbs you guys, I just had to lah. Normal lah, I'm teenagers mah. Hahaha. Hanggang pagkatapos, bye :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-6358788268271733410?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6358788268271733410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6358788268271733410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/04/kaya-kung-ano-ang.html' title='Kaya kung ano ang?'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-8010959692881045247</id><published>2011-04-05T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:22:14.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya suka ponteng sekolah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hai sayang. Euw geli haha. Penatnya saya sampai tak ada masa nak update itu ini. Penat gila! Wanna talk about Sunday aka Umie's bro's wedding reception. Panjang cerita dia tapi pendekkan jela, boleh an an?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So bajet bajet aku paling awal datang, rupanya antara yang terlambat :B haha. Had an early lunch then went for duty aka giving out goodies. Mataku liar mencari anak vvip yang hot, tidak ku jumpa :/ Tapi tapi tapi ado ah nampak 2 mamat ni pakai baju putih, dari jauh gaya cam anak vvip, dari jauh cam hot askdgalhfyegfywei xD Rupa-rupanya memang anak vvip! Tapi Umie cakap tak hot pun, maklumlah saya rabun, tapi anak vvip tuuuwww. Hahaha misi mencari boyfraaan telah gagal :'( Apalah nasib ku ini. Boleh tak dalam ramai ramai yang kitorang bagi goodies tu sorang je yang cakap hai?!?!?!?! Alai tak kira la -.- But the one who said hai to us is sort of cute, because he took the meal for his younger sister, aww :"&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1kGUK_Ssrk/TZre9rUDIXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AlJIwEyrY_I/s1600/RAMAI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1kGUK_Ssrk/TZre9rUDIXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AlJIwEyrY_I/s320/RAMAI.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congrats Abiju &amp;amp; Kak Intan! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Akibat kepenatan yang melampau sebab semalam, saya dengan sukarelanya telah ponteng sekolah hari ini, sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-8010959692881045247?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8010959692881045247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/8010959692881045247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/04/saya-suka-ponteng-sekolah.html' title='Saya suka ponteng sekolah'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1kGUK_Ssrk/TZre9rUDIXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AlJIwEyrY_I/s72-c/RAMAI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-2009865878176541022</id><published>2011-04-03T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:53:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend, yes? No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of people had been asking me, "Most of your friends have boyfriends, don't you feel like having one?" or "Why are you still single?" LMAO. Here, the answer for it. First thing you need to know; criteria of my boyfriend. Nak baca tak? Tak nak sudah tak rugi pun aku hahaha. Ini top 10 je yeww kang bagi banyak banyak kau cakap aku over pulok doh. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Cute&lt;br /&gt;2. Tall&lt;br /&gt;3. Rich, like super duper rich aka anak raja :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Mesti nak sweeeeeet cm chocolate&lt;br /&gt;5. Good in English, I mean, REALLY good&lt;br /&gt;6. Loyal (?) trololol.&lt;br /&gt;7. Never forget his friends when he's with me vice versa&lt;br /&gt;8. True/never lie&lt;br /&gt;9. Has cooking ability&lt;br /&gt;10. Knows how to tolerate and be patient with my unstable emotion xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha ambik kau! Mana nak cari? Mana?! Cecita. Haha memang takpek ah an xP Sorry to say la bro, takda sepuluh kat atas jangan harap nak jadi boypreng aku. MACAM ADA YANG NAK TROLOLOL. Hahaha. Plus I'm afraid that when I have a boyfriend later on, I'll start ignoring my bitchez. I'm afraid that I'll be like those, lovesick people. I'm afraid that I'll lose focus on what I'm actually going for, right now. I have full rights to say no to all these lovey dovey fovey stuffs and you have zero rights to judge me. In fact, I'm proud of myself. Unlike my other 'single' friends, even though they're 'single' they still text people as in guys/girls and oh, yknow exactly what I mean, but me I totally have no interest in texting people nor faking my friendly-ness ;p My friends are the friends I have now, my loves are God and my family, my everything are my bitchez. What more can I ask? For now, I have everything I needed. So lepasni ada yang tanya soalan bodoh lagi aku campak kau masuk loji. K tipu je :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps: Enjoy my blog's songggg, no? x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-2009865878176541022?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2009865878176541022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2009865878176541022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/04/boyfriend-yes-no.html' title='Boyfriend, yes? No?'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-7194470587680648872</id><published>2011-04-02T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:33:18.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what you get, when you never say never :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi thereee. This week is typically boring, very.&amp;nbsp; But before I start, you don't have to continue reading anyway, because one thing is for sure, I am totally going to crap a whole lot :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Wednesday, T was absent from school, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; -.-' So I had to go for koko alone. HAD TO. Walked with Asya to Mcd for lunch and had lunch with L, ET, YC and D. Just proceed if you no understood. Hahaha. And then since T texted me in the night saying that she was going to be absent AGAIN the next day, I decided to skip school, too xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;Ma esok tak nak pergi sekolah au.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;Asal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;Malas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;Ohkay. Nanti teman mama pergi Alamanda k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, how supportive my mum is :P Kau ada kew? Hahaha. Kewwwl aye. Now I wanna tell about Friday aka April Fools Day aka the main point I'm blogging right now, lol xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pagi pagi datang sekolah Mina dah cakap ada darah kat baju. Zzzz I know it's a prank so I ignored. And then Shafa pranked me again about the same thing, which I didn't know she was actually pranking me. So I sort of panicked and then I realized it was still a prank. Babzzz. Haha. And then came this &lt;b&gt;EPIC PRANK&lt;/b&gt; made by our beloved class monitor, Yee Won.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Yee Won&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;Class attention. I have something to tell you. From next week onwards, Pn A told me that Pn F is going to be our class teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;ZOMG./epic face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;Hah dgfuhwegfuyegafuyegqfuyegfe $#$^#%&amp;amp;%*&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;APRIL FOOOOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well done Ah Won, well done. I didn't realize anything about the epic face I gave, but Ah Won said it was &lt;i&gt;epic&lt;/i&gt; 0.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Moving on to the last but not least important point, you ready babeh? This has something to do with Advertlets' contest. Well, before I go to sleep on Thursday night, I checked all the photos' likes. Since it was already 00.17 so I was quite confident those with 5 most liked photos will win. So I went through each and every photo and found out that I'm the 7th.&amp;nbsp; So I slept with a broken heart, ceh. Haha. Went to school as usual and found out that Emi won the Hitz's tickets T_T I was cursing her for that trololololol. Hahaha. And when I got home and switched on my phone, everyone tweeted me. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;They said I won&lt;/span&gt; :O Macam tak percaya. Hahaha. It's the first time in my life I win something that I really worked on, alhamdulillah. Hihi. Thank you to all of you who took your time to go and like it and stuffs, yknow. I'll never get it without you guys' help :D Lagi lagi Aisyah, you were there telling me not to give up, because fyi I uploaded the photo on Advertlets just 1 and a half day before due date xP Thanksssss Asyaaaa &amp;lt;3 And to you too T &amp;lt;3 and your boyfriend of course :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayang korang :') Aku tahu post ni boring, dah cakap dah awal awal takyah baca, siapa suruh baca! Hahha k shush. And regarding Sunday, I quote Faeza's blogpost, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Umie's brother's wedding reception is this Sunday and all of us are like a bunch of excited bitches who are as agitated as if we ourselves are getting married. Typical. ♥&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-7194470587680648872?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7194470587680648872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7194470587680648872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/04/thats-what-you-get-when-you-never-say.html' title='That&apos;s what you get, when you never say never :p'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-4961252462096319222</id><published>2011-03-28T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:55:35.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our song is the way you laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yelloooooooooo :D Today is epicly boring and tiring as usual. 4 free lessons, seronok tapi tak seronok pun hahaha. But we, as in ETC TT and FZ did have a conversation that kept me laughing :p Ee Tong kept on mumbling on some stuffs while me and Tal, well as usual menconteng buku terchentah&amp;lt;3 Ceiit. Hahaha﻿. Nak tengok? nak? Nak takkkk? Nak ke taknak tengok jugak tak kira k shush diam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvfh3o0KJ-Y/TZBnxbO60CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5tYksMqsIAo/s1600/Img285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvfh3o0KJ-Y/TZBnxbO60CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5tYksMqsIAo/s320/Img285.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There, Ee Tong's attempt to draw Spongbob :B He turned out to look very weird, so I made him weirder by adding the horns and the fork and the tail x) Hahahaha. Then Tal drew Patrick for meeee, just because I requested her to k -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--I_Uq5Lfmi4/TZBn3maNV9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-qBtx14VqCc/s1600/Img288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--I_Uq5Lfmi4/TZBn3maNV9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-qBtx14VqCc/s320/Img288.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Comel an an an? :B Hahahaha. Seluar di londeh hahahaha. Hari hari kitorang memang camni bila cikgu takda, lifeless, I know. Kau sebok pehal? Shusssh. Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-4961252462096319222?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/4961252462096319222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/4961252462096319222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-song-is-way-you-laugh.html' title='Our song is the way you laugh'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvfh3o0KJ-Y/TZBnxbO60CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5tYksMqsIAo/s72-c/Img285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-3619667080696009891</id><published>2011-03-27T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:50:19.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So believe in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Banyak nak cakap ni. Where shall I begin? Maybe with the shifting of our class, no? Ohhkay.﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were informed by Pn L on Thursday that we're supposed to shift to 5 Ruby's classroom because of some health problem she's facing. And we all were like... zzz. Penat aku buat kelas lawa walaupun tak lawa mana but hmm&amp;nbsp;hahaha. xD So we then the next day shifted to 5 Ruby's classroom, which is far upstairs down the hall. OWASUM. Wait, it didn't end till there. So when I thought that we're shifting to another class and all, I can happily seat with Tal, since the seating are like two two liddat. AND THEN Pn R came in for History class and kababom everything -___- Now I'm seated beside Yoon Yen, which is okay but it's better for me to be seated either beside Tal or Joanne, if you know what I mean. But thankfully Tal is just one person away, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was supposed to come for&amp;nbsp;this week's house practice. Tapi since aku tumpang hari Selasa and Celine went to a camp, Joanne went for MSSS training, Tal was absent and the so annoying form 5 friend&amp;nbsp;was lazy to go, I decided to skip, again. For the I-don't-know how many times. So sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then yesterday, which is actually today but since it's already Sunday so i refer it as yesterday, we had this Anugerah Cemerlang thing. Which I had to wake up early because I had to go for duty, shaaytz. I'm glad though, because I got to see Joanne Fernandez, I really miss her kay! --" Hahaha and also friends that shifted school like Huda, Qila and Chaaaa. :] Everyone else's parents came, only my parents did not. Hell yeah, I'm so independent yo. Hahaha. Here are some of the snapshots, I didn't take that many anyway, since a lot of the girls brought their cameras, zzz -__- Nah kau sebijik :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KfsMZWCV3wY/TY4jKQ5QToI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2rkkf04QMrA/s1600/IMG_7621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KfsMZWCV3wY/TY4jKQ5QToI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2rkkf04QMrA/s320/IMG_7621.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l5f0VH0bHTE/TY4kDsxb24I/AAAAAAAAAF0/viIRlF29-TU/s1600/IMG_7648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l5f0VH0bHTE/TY4kDsxb24I/AAAAAAAAAF0/viIRlF29-TU/s320/IMG_7648.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And we had to squueeeeeez in for school magazine's shot. Not mentioning that I nearly fell zomg and Joanne kept on saying stuffs :p Menyesal aku tak turun bawah tu haa dekat spot UmieAinFaeza! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RbEVAYjx_QI/TY4h-KiPKlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Frn6tY54Kpc/s1600/IMG_7710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RbEVAYjx_QI/TY4h-KiPKlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Frn6tY54Kpc/s320/IMG_7710.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, it went well. And yes, I got to see Menusha, missed her shoo much! And also our seniors, Pei Khim and Kak Sha :) One day, I'm going to get what they got, huh just wait hahaha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then after I reached home, I went fb and stuffs. Faeza messaged me; saying that Abang Zul, (the guy that worked in the zoo, also Faeza's sister's friend) had passed away. I was sad, really sad. He was very nice to us and that he cracked a lot of jokes and made us laugh and all, we surely are lucky to get to know him. May he rest in peace and may Allah put him in a better place, al fatihah. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-3619667080696009891?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3619667080696009891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/3619667080696009891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-believe-in-me.html' title='So believe in me'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KfsMZWCV3wY/TY4jKQ5QToI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2rkkf04QMrA/s72-c/IMG_7621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-7641072781400260864</id><published>2011-03-24T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:27:36.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eezong mah bizsh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Cheng Ee Tong&lt;/span&gt; is legally sixteen! Yes bish, I know I'm late by a day but I wished you in school already, so hope you won't mind :'&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jw66fY1S7W8/TYsYWDvHx9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/y0TZwcSUR3o/s1600/61832_1412531989475_1117773297_30945339_6807726_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jw66fY1S7W8/TYsYWDvHx9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/y0TZwcSUR3o/s320/61832_1412531989475_1117773297_30945339_6807726_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Indeed I loooike this picture very much :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it bitch, when you come out of nowhere and poke me all of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it bitch, when you keep on annoying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it bitch, when you call me Fazeng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love your flawless cheeeeks 0.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you so much for being such an awesome asshole, you know, I almost cried when you cried yesterday. You IS so awesome for crying for your sister, of course I would do the same if I'm in&amp;nbsp;your shoes! :D 6 A+ is really something that we should be proud of. Love you lots, x :']&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So '10's SPM candidates flooded the school yesterday. Big, big, BIG congrats to Pei Khim, Kak Sha, and all of you, Convents. No matter what your result is, you've done your part well. Clap for yourself people! And to other 2010 SPM candidates from other schools too, congratssss :D My brother's result will be the nation's top secret, as I was threatened to lock my lips about it. But oh, he did very well. So proud of you, bro :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-7641072781400260864?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7641072781400260864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7641072781400260864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/03/eezong-mah-bizsh.html' title='Eezong mah bizsh.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jw66fY1S7W8/TYsYWDvHx9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/y0TZwcSUR3o/s72-c/61832_1412531989475_1117773297_30945339_6807726_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-6452376337415655451</id><published>2011-03-22T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:11:22.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi pipoools :&amp;gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have much to say and I'm not in the mood anyway but I'm bored haha. Let's go straaaaight to the point k? We all are informed that SPM results wll be handed out tomorrow, March 23rd 2011. :O Ya Allah aku pulak nervous -__- hahaha. Goodluck, all the best and goodluck again to my not-so-beloved brothah, Amir, Kak Sha, Khimmy, Dyba, Jake,&amp;nbsp;Nana&amp;nbsp;dan yang berkenaan la tak ingat la hahahaha. Goodluck guys. You've done your part, whatever results you get tomorrow accept it and thank God :) Amboi pandai aku cakap an an? Hahaha. Yes, I shall not text you guys on the day, as it will spoil your mood then tetiba aku lak kena marah :/ hahah. Wait for my text a week later kkk xD I'll pray for you guys, don't worry. Dah alang alang doa untuk mamat kerek tu an. Amin :']&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha tadi an, terjumpa gambar ni,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mf3uE2QtpBs/TYh07dPmgjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mdQldfww1Xo/s1600/tumblr_liawx2T9K91qf0zbao1_500_large%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mf3uE2QtpBs/TYh07dPmgjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mdQldfww1Xo/s320/tumblr_liawx2T9K91qf0zbao1_500_large%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ITU DIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA x) Hahaha. Do you see the guy on the right? ZOMG. ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG WHAT IS AIR?! Hahaha. Teka lerww siapeww haha. Tergugat iman I, astaghfirullahalazim x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-6452376337415655451?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6452376337415655451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6452376337415655451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/03/spm-o.html' title='SPM :O'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mf3uE2QtpBs/TYh07dPmgjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mdQldfww1Xo/s72-c/tumblr_liawx2T9K91qf0zbao1_500_large%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-9095870825350487298</id><published>2011-03-19T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:29:21.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab that moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. Hi. Cakap ah hi balik! Hahaha. Dengan penuh harapan hati saya berbunga bunga untuk melihat kekasih hati yang satu, harapan itu hancur musnah, rapuh. Apa benda aku merepek ni hahaha. Tapi betul doh, hancur hati aku yang lemah ini untuk melihat bulan :'( Dan dan je ingat besar, padahal -____- Hahaha, besar lah jugak, besar chikiiiiit ajew. But it is undeniably bright and it looks abit like the Sun. Tapi tu pun susah la nak tengok, dengan awan yang tebal nak mampus, sumpah gentle -.-' Awan ni time time syiok cmni ah nak buat kerek dengan aku. Memang doh, memang. Mum told me if I wanna see such big moon, then deserts are the best place. Problem is, banyak pulak masa aku nak pergi padang pasirrrrrrr ughhh mama ni pun. Hahaha. Dah ah, nak nangis sampai bengkak bengkak mata uhukhuk :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah tengok ah kau sebijik :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fYLcAXG_woE/TYTJ3huKDZI/AAAAAAAAACg/ypOwIVClgoo/s1600/Img270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fYLcAXG_woE/TYTJ3huKDZI/AAAAAAAAACg/ypOwIVClgoo/s320/Img270.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u8FFO_xAwio/TYTJz4m0jII/AAAAAAAAACc/mDDEUvhqyAs/s1600/Img272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u8FFO_xAwio/TYTJz4m0jII/AAAAAAAAACc/mDDEUvhqyAs/s320/Img272.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gambar tak ah lawa mana. Haha tangkap pakai camera phone titew 3.2 megapixel jeww hahaha camera apak wa bawak lari -.- Tu, tangkap pakai phone pun cerah gila an? Lu kena tengok dengan mata sendiri weh, gentle doh lawa! Hahaha k bye x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-9095870825350487298?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/9095870825350487298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/9095870825350487298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/03/grab-that-moon.html' title='Grab that moon.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fYLcAXG_woE/TYTJ3huKDZI/AAAAAAAAACg/ypOwIVClgoo/s72-c/Img270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-2332967993040021550</id><published>2011-03-19T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:34:01.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anddd it's Saturday. March 19th 2011, the day I've been waiting for. It is said that Super Moon(a really big moon that is) is going to appear tonight. Some said it appears 20 years once or so. And hell yeahhh I'm so excited :D I can't find the one I reblogged via Tumblr earlier, so I found a new one and &lt;a href="http://nitafisawesome.tumblr.com/post/3953718325"&gt;reblogged&lt;/a&gt; it. Ya Allah tak sabar nak tengok! Hopefully we can see it and hopefully it will not be cloudy tonight, cross your fingers people! :} &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better don't be cloudy or I'll cry like shit&lt;/span&gt;. You know not how much I adore Moon aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I still have &lt;strike&gt;nothing&lt;/strike&gt; prepared for my oral test. I've been thinking about it since 3 days ago but none of my ideas seem to be brilliant. Benci la cenggini. Dah la hari Isnin ada English :| Never mind, I'll try to figure it out by today. Either I do it or I die, as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;And welcome back to Malaysia Faezaaaa :'&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-2332967993040021550?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2332967993040021550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2332967993040021550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-moon.html' title='Super Moon.'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-7583519859050637977</id><published>2011-03-18T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T13:47:12.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I fly, when you're my wings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fact that it's Friday, everyone is partyin partyin fun fun fun. xD&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure Rebecca Black is so excited? Or maybe having cereal? trololol! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's Friday, I only have 2 more days to get my oral done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's Friday, school is going to start in like less than 72 hours -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's Friday, I feel like killing myself because I feel like the holiday just started yesterday and now it's going to end ahhh D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-7583519859050637977?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7583519859050637977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/7583519859050637977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-can-i-fly-when-youre-my-wings.html' title='How can I fly, when you&apos;re my wings?'/><author><name>fateng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813306523325912133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNDb9TTo2ik/TsnO0gfPaxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YQx-cAIJt-4/s220/me%2Btal%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-2977241359509400582</id><published>2011-03-17T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:34:13.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;you know what, tomorrow is friday friday friday friday friday friday friday friday friday friday friday friday friday friday friday friday partying partying fun fun fun hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="272" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CD2LRROpph0" title="YouTube video player" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Give her 10 rounds of applause, people! She became famous just because of 1 video. FOR GOD'S SAKE, &lt;i&gt;ONE&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ONE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE VIDEO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Isn't she awesome? Hahaha. I wanna be like her, too xD And yes, school holiday is coming to an end and I still have nothing for oral omg jbwefgrwhfgweigfuiegwfuigwefgwue :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-2977241359509400582?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2977241359509400582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/2977241359509400582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/03/tomorrow-is-friday.html' title='Tomorrow is Friday!'/><author><name>fateng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2k92Us8rS0/TYJWnBJVOwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YUwX4G6moNE/s220/163822_187633137918148_100000143899538_758071_2673813_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CD2LRROpph0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8933152155145971967.post-6406636813105793651</id><published>2011-03-17T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:05:27.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell yes I'm strong, bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi loves. Yes, I deleted all the old posts because I want to start a new one. New life lah konon haha. Takyah gelabah sangat nak new life. Hahah. I'm sorry for all inconvenience caused. Sayang awak :'] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8933152155145971967-6406636813105793651?l=fatinzafira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6406636813105793651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8933152155145971967/posts/default/6406636813105793651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinzafira.blogspot.com/2011/03/hell-yes-im-strong-bitch.html' title='Hell yes I&apos;m strong, bitch.'/><author><name>fateng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2k92Us8rS0/TYJWnBJVOwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YUwX4G6moNE/s220/163822_187633137918148_100000143899538_758071_2673813_n.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
