<?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-4234697213811950885</id><updated>2011-10-02T20:51:14.600+08:00</updated><category term='i hate today'/><category term='i miss you baby.'/><category term='colourful (:'/><category term='tired'/><category term='merry christmas'/><category term='ily'/><category term='damn sleepy'/><category term='still - confused'/><category term='gone'/><category term='ily. imy. so much.'/><category term='love you lots baby'/><category term='falling for you'/><category term='fun lying.'/><category term='surya loves.'/><category term='181110'/><category term='ily.'/><category term='simply me'/><category term='tears'/><category term='happy birthday girl.'/><category term='im alr missing u.'/><category term='scared the truth might brings us to an end.'/><category term='VALENTINES DAY'/><category term='cocktail porktail. :D'/><category term='there&apos;s smtg wrong with baby ):'/><category term='dreamland'/><category term='rather hide it then spoil it'/><category term='pathetic.'/><category term='just that i miss u baby.'/><category term='magician'/><category term='wierdos'/><category term='imy too.'/><category term='live happily with ur new owner.'/><category term='words cant describe how much i truely love you.'/><category term='chalet'/><category term='iloveyou'/><category term='obsessed with dress'/><category term='bitch.'/><category term='colourful-ish'/><category term='venting out my anger so dont ask anything.'/><category term='wierd?'/><category term='past is much loved'/><category term='happy bt yet miserable'/><category term='done-with-him'/><category term='i hate you'/><category term='stay strong kitty'/><category term='1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you'/><category term='i miss you??'/><category term='i love twilight'/><category term='cant choose btwn my needs and wants'/><category term='i miss u'/><category term='dont bother saying it anymore.'/><category term='1month annivesary ; STRESS'/><category term='i need freedom'/><category term='positive'/><category term='confused??'/><category term='wants straight hair.'/><category term='slackk'/><category term='please dont lie to me even if it for fun.'/><category term='still bored'/><category term='favourtism sucks'/><category term='short and fat ):'/><category term='loves'/><category term='i will always love u baby.'/><category term='trying to make someone jealous. and i bet its working.'/><category term='why me?'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='trying - to - forget - you - boyy'/><category term='you know.'/><category term='friendship?'/><category term='bruno mars ROCKS. i love bruno mars (:'/><category term='whats my name'/><category term='ohh baby i miss u like crazy.'/><category term='sick.'/><category term='i hate my life.'/><category term='191210'/><category term='maybe i am'/><category term='bored still'/><category term='cam whore baby.'/><category term='i miss my sayang.'/><category term='gingy the gingerbreadman'/><category term='imy'/><category term='korean drama best'/><category term='i love you'/><category term='ami-rawr'/><category term='perfect two baby'/><category term='surya loves (:'/><category term='muthutoot?'/><category term='how i wish i could travel back in time'/><category term='its still bugging me'/><category term='missing u like crazy.'/><category term='wtf?'/><category term='best day ever.'/><category term='madness?'/><category term='worth a million smiles'/><category term='i love you.'/><category term='oh na na'/><category term='i want to love chocolates again ):'/><category term='fucked - up - life'/><category term='im over you. i think.'/><category term='woken up with a smile.'/><category term='BORED'/><category term='i dont feel like living anymore'/><category term='i miss you phoney and baby'/><category term='Queen blurr sotong'/><category term='yayness'/><category term='rain rain go away. come again another day. pleaseeeee'/><title type='text'>l.o.v.e  ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1126373036466942130</id><published>2011-06-06T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T20:55:26.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how i wish i could travel back in time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past few days have been awesome for me.june 3rd went out all day. june 4 got cousin's engagement. and i fell in love with the bunch of roses that i took lotsa pictures. (:&amp;nbsp; june 5 slack at home. sleeping most of the time. cos i damn tired. doing lotsa work on june 3 and 4 for the engagement. but on june 3rd, i was kinda pissed off with my dad. cos this happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad went to buy insidious tickets for 4people at gv yishun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: can i have 3 tickets for adults and 1 ticket for a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;small girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter girl: sorry this movie is nc16. no small girls are allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dad walks away take his phone and called my mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: hello! she(me) cannot watch la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: why? why cannot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: its nc16. she not yet 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: huh? she just turned 16 two weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;REALLY UHH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;still can say really uh... and everyone laughed at me. aft hearing this, i was like no comments. so aft watching it i bought heels. and its was really high. i damn happy. cos when i wear it, i feel damn tall. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;so yeahhh tmr no school. damn happy but i gotta studyyyy and do homework, got sch on wed and thurs. sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1126373036466942130?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1126373036466942130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1126373036466942130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/06/past-few-days-have-been-awesome-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-740760288956363074</id><published>2011-05-30T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:57:56.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will always love u baby.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i cant really msg u or call u. so i wanna say this. tmr i cant meet u. cos i finish abit late. wed, i cant meet u cos my dad wants me to follow him go somewhere. fri, i cant meet u cos i need go out. the only day i can meet u is on thurs. unless u dont wanna meet uhh. i know u confirm want right. i tell u wat i meet u at where we always slack. that block k. next time dont meet me at the chong pang bus stop anymore. nt safe alr. so i just straight away meet u at that block kay. i will meet u at 2pm. and the timing is not a choice tat u can choose. its fixed&amp;nbsp; timing. u dont come by 15mins, i will just go home. these days i have no patience. so dont make me wait too long k. bye. will see u on thurs at 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps im sorry if im late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-740760288956363074?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/740760288956363074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/740760288956363074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/05/okay-i-cant-really-msg-u-or-call-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-7298244991631119498</id><published>2011-05-25T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:20:27.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past is much loved'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loved the past. how we used to be. u know to think abt it. i know i shouldnt have treated u on that day.&amp;nbsp; i feel like its all my fault. u all wanted to do smtg for me on my bday. but things went wrong. im sorry. but i know its too late to apologise. i know we cant be like last time anymore. no point crying over spilt milk. i know u alr moved on and u hate us now. i think i have moved on too. but to tell u the truth, i can nvr hate you. its impossible. because u have nver done any harm to me. u had always been by my side and make me happy. now that we are no more bffs , i still cant hate u. but saying all these wont change anything. its okay. bt felt like saying smtg.&lt;br /&gt;and to faizal. i have alot of things in my mind. its been more than few months that i have these thoughts. but i dont have enough courage to tell u all this.&amp;nbsp; i dont think its the right time either.&amp;nbsp; i will tell you soon . maybe aft july or aft O's or smtg. hopefully soon.&amp;nbsp; bt aft telling u all this, i dunno hw u would take it bt i just hope u would be strong. and i would always love u. and nvr loved anyone like u before. i know u would torture me to tell u, but i wont say it. i will wait for the right time. and i myself nt sure abt it. its like i want to eat but i dont want to eat. its complicated. u probably wont understand now. so dont try to crack ur head by thinking wat it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-7298244991631119498?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7298244991631119498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7298244991631119498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-loved-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-689839902321997940</id><published>2011-05-23T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T16:58:00.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i still thought there was hope, there was none left. i thought there would be happy endings but it didnt turn out tat way. i lost my bff when it was my sweet sixteen. i just hoped things will go perfectly and it turned out as our last goodbyes. i didnt want it this way. but too bad it did. we can undo things anymore. tats the unfair life. i will miss u but i know we cant do anything anymore. we will have to move on. life goes on. i cant stop crying for now knowing tat this will nvr be like last time. such a small problem which started and became a huge one. like i said i hope u are happy and always will be. goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-689839902321997940?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/689839902321997940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/689839902321997940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-i-still-thought-there-was-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8812514367565430444</id><published>2011-05-21T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:40:23.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know people say sweet 16 is supposed to be the happiest and best bday of all. to me , frankly speaking, its the worst. so ya. thanks for making it SO MEMORABLE. i cant believe of all people u will make me cry esp on that day. do u know how much it hurts? hearing all the fb statuses u wrote. do u know how it kills me. i nvr thought u would do this to me. and since when did we hate ur bf?? though it hurts, i can forgive u. bt i cant say the same for the others. anyway whichever way this path goes, i hope u are happy and always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8812514367565430444?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8812514367565430444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8812514367565430444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/05/u-know-people-say-sweet-16-is-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1777883547511495209</id><published>2011-04-22T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:15:52.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please dont lie to me even if it for fun.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time no post ehh. been busy. so nth much to say actually. my grnadma coming back tmr. yay!! im so excited and i really missed her. tmr might go out to eat lunch at pizzahut. then ltr on go airport to fetch her. nt sure of plans. so yeahhh. exams are coming. prelim 1 is gonna be stress. but i can do it. everyone can do it la. so yeahhh. bored. tired. sleepy. and sorry u cant meet me for about 1month. busy u know. im sure u can live without me. got your own friends and family right. u have been living all these years without me right.. then why cant u live now like last time huh?? im not scolding u or wat.. but im just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1777883547511495209?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1777883547511495209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1777883547511495209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-time-no-post-ehh.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-7130245018608063396</id><published>2011-04-06T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:26:29.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay im sooooo irritated. my relatives from penang came to my house and going to stay for 3 days. well i dont mind them but the devil came along too. omg she is only 3 or 4 years old but she is super irritaing. my god... everytime she wants smtg, she will speak to me in malay cos malay is all she know and she will pester me like mad. i feel like throwing her out of the window. she is freaking irrritating. cant wait for them to go back. at times i feel like taping her mouth. she cant shut up. irritaing girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby i really miss you. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-7130245018608063396?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7130245018608063396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7130245018608063396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay-im-sooooo-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-7303474017620805654</id><published>2011-04-04T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:28:42.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i just feel like posting something. i got alot of things to say. but not sure where to start&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;firstly to my bestieeee.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i or others have made you feel like you are all left out or alone. its not like that. and also you're not the last person to know any secrets we share. you are probably the first or second person to know. u know the mission impossible thing? u are the first person to know. do you know that? and please dont sulk for small small things. okay maybe u can be sensitive. fine. but im just saying. in the future dont kay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly to my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;awww im gonna miss you. i know u will be back 2weeks later but still. im gonna be lonely without you. i will really miss you. awwwww. i feel like crying. pleaseeeee return back safely and also pleaseeee take care ):&amp;nbsp; i will miss you very much. please eat properly there kay. have a safe journey. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a sister instead of a brother. i seriously wish i had a sister. i feel so jealous of people who have sisters that they can really bond. i feel so lonely at home. my brother is so useless. i cant even see him longer than 5mins. he either be locked in his room using comp or be out with his friends. i feel so sad. i feel like crying too. i want a sister that i can share really personal things, a sister who dont mind following me to anywhere i want go. a sister who i can cam whore with at home. i seriously feel so useless. )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-7303474017620805654?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7303474017620805654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7303474017620805654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay-i-just-feel-like-posting-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-5461788961573289074</id><published>2011-03-25T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:11:08.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know if u still smoking or not. i dont know if you are lying to me or not.  but im tired. im tired of asking you to stop. im only asking u to stop smoking. is that too much to ask? u know wat. u can smoke for all i care. i wont bother you anymore. u want smoke fine go ahead. i wont bother about you anymore. u die also i wont bother. anything happen to u in the future i wont care k? happy?! u want me to let u smoke right. fine smoke la. i wont stop u anymore k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry about ur bag. u want i can buy u another one. it wasnt really my fault anyway.. u the one hiding something from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-5461788961573289074?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5461788961573289074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5461788961573289074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-if-u-still-smoking-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8578539079886685380</id><published>2011-03-18T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:22:48.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>march school holidays is bullshit. they call it holidays but still end up going school for 4days. what to do.. such an important year for me. losta homework to do. only completed like 1/4. and i only have 2 days more. shitzzz. and im sooo lazy.. i wanna lay in bed all day long. but no i cant. and i feel like eating ice kachang. im super duper in love with it. in the past 2weeks i ate 3 ice kachang.&amp;nbsp; yummy. i want more. i dont really know what im saying but its just that im super bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8578539079886685380?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8578539079886685380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8578539079886685380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-school-holidays-is-bullshit.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8372495355093526493</id><published>2011-03-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:45:46.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sooo tired today. had flag day. but i had fun with my bestieeeees. firstly i put my own coins inside the bag. then went to chong pang then walk walk there and collected money. then from there take 812 too 200+. there got pasar like that so go there and collected money. then headed to northpoint. there no one donated. so evil. then from there took 811 to my hse there. go outside sheng siong and waited for ppl to donate. after that walked to khatib mrt station. then headed to amk hub. we slacked there abit then off to school. then give the bag to tcher and headed back to northpoint. jasmine , me, syafidah and syafinaz wanted to take neoprint so went to timezone. since i was the only one wearing pe tshirt and skirt, i had to strip. i mean take off my skirt to go inside timezone and top up. luckily nvr kena caught. then the other 3 idiots followed me inside the neoprint booth. just one thing to say. we wasted our bloody $2. the neoprint was shitty. fucking blur sia. ugly like hell. wasted our precious money. i could have bought old chang kee. homed ard 2.40pm. my legs are aching now. i need a massage! kayyy im off now. my hands are pain too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8372495355093526493?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8372495355093526493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8372495355093526493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sooo-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3208988928899252721</id><published>2011-02-26T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:20:08.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>only reason im posting cos im bored. its 1am and im cant sleep cos i freaking sick. my flu is killing my throat. serve me right for playing in the rain. okay since i never post on 18feb, i shall post about that day. i love that day so damn much. even though my stomach cramps was killing me and its not really my 1year with him yet, i still love that day. i made cupcakes for him for 1year anniversary. i so sweet right. somemore i make myself. actually the cupcakes quite big. i thought we can manage to finish it but couldnt. so he brought it home. my first time baking and it turned out so well. yay!!&amp;nbsp; we didnt do much on 19feb like go out and celebrate cos i couldnt go out. when im older, and have more freedom we will celebrate big big kay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;and baby, i love you so much. i have been with you for a year and i love every moment with you. i seriously dont know what else to say. cos everything i wanna tell you is in that box i gave you. i love you the way you are. and please dont change. especially for the worst. and i will never leave you. if u think i will leave you one day or two time you or whatever bullshit then throw away all those thoughts cos i will never do that. i wont hurt you and u know that. you are really everything to me.&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-3208988928899252721?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3208988928899252721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3208988928899252721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/02/only-reason-im-posting-cos-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2039274019492804476</id><published>2011-02-14T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:04:50.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VALENTINES DAY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its VALENTINES DAY. :D&amp;nbsp; happy V'day baby. me loves you very much kay. words seriously cant describe how big my love is for you.. &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;my heart is so big.  my love is so big. for you, for you.&lt;/span&gt; okay reminded of one song by iyaz. he is my second idol . first obviously is BRUNO MARS &amp;lt;3 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;short post. so anywayyyy i just wanna say i love you like damn alot. and i need you so much like how people need air to survive. (reminds me of another song. chris brown is my second idol tooooo) . and i hope u seriously stop smoking once and foreall. okayyy? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-2039274019492804476?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2039274019492804476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2039274019492804476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6189689471798320156</id><published>2011-02-03T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:19:22.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohh baby i miss u like crazy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh woah...&lt;br /&gt;So easy to forget our love,&lt;br /&gt;The little things we do,&lt;br /&gt;Like calling for no reason&lt;br /&gt;Just to say the words &lt;br /&gt;"BABY, I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lately, I've been busy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a second doesn't go by&lt;br /&gt;Without you crossing my mind&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we had time&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a day &amp;amp; make everything right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand, fall in love with me again&lt;br /&gt;Let's runaway to the place &lt;br /&gt;Where love first found us &lt;br /&gt;Lets runaway for the day&lt;br /&gt;Don't need anyone around us&lt;br /&gt;When everything in love gets so complicated,&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a day to change it.&lt;br /&gt;What I have to say can't wait&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's runaway...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's runaway, just for the day&lt;br /&gt;Runaway...runaway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you've been so patient&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending nights alone &amp;amp; not complaining&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make it up to you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I promise today I won't keep you waiting&lt;br /&gt;Please give me this one chance&lt;br /&gt;To remind you of everything we have&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up I'm too much in love &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want you to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand, &lt;br /&gt;Fall in love with me again&lt;br /&gt;Let's runaway to the place &lt;br /&gt;Where love first found us&lt;br /&gt;Let's runaway for the day,&lt;br /&gt;Don't need anyone around us&lt;br /&gt;When everything in love gets so complicated&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a day to change it&lt;br /&gt;What I have to say can't wait&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's runaway for the day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll give everything in this moment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I promise to make everyday just like the day&lt;br /&gt;Let's runaway to the place &lt;br /&gt;Here love first found us&lt;br /&gt;Let's runaway for the day&lt;br /&gt;Don't need anyone around us&lt;br /&gt;When everything in love gets so complicated &lt;br /&gt;It only takes a day to change it&lt;br /&gt;What I have to say can't wait&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a day.&lt;br /&gt;Soo let's runaway....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;bruno mars &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;every love song reminds me of you ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-6189689471798320156?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6189689471798320156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6189689471798320156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/02/ohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2796596244307690613</id><published>2011-02-02T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:12:43.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing u like crazy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stressss. art especially. and theres maths test every 2weeks. like wth. art just became freaking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss u so damn much. i keep thinking about you. and i dont know when is the next time we can meet. )':&lt;br /&gt;nth to say alr. so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-2796596244307690613?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2796596244307690613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2796596244307690613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/02/stressss.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4139808471291421131</id><published>2011-01-21T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:51:56.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love you lots baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>longggggg time no post. been busy once school started. facing stress alr. especially for O'level art. choosing architectural contrast. gonna be hard. but other topics are kinda hard too. sooo i hope i can do well. my other common tests are going great. been losing focus slowly. damn. getting sleepy during school hours. lots of hw this weekend. need to go places to take picture for my art. damn sien lehh. gonna be a tied weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that person.&lt;br /&gt;i know u confirm reading my blog. i dunno how to say it. so i just say it here. u probably thinking im avoiding you or smtg. but im not. maybe abit. its cos i dont want my family to find out again. last year, i been through alot and i dont want the same thing to happen again especially this year. and i want them to think that im no more with u. if they think tat way, aft my O's i can go out as much as i want and meet you countless times. and just dont meet me often can? now it can be hard not to meet each other but then aft O's we can see each other everyday also. so for now we meet like once a month and once in 2weeks can?? pleaseee. i really hope u understand. and im sorry for last week. i didnt mean to hurt u or say such words. sometimes u really put words in my mouth. u know me right, i always do or say things without thinking. and i know u today like abit pissed off or angry with me like that when i didnt want to drop at orchid park sec there. sorry kayy. and i know i act like i dont love u anymore like that but i really really love u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4139808471291421131?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4139808471291421131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4139808471291421131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/01/longggggg-time-no-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3554882265778508863</id><published>2011-01-04T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:10:09.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to school. super excited. cos i have been stuck in my house for almost 2months then obviously i dont mind going school to meet my loves. i go school quite late today cos no more meet him early in the morning. i go school alr then meet some bitches. then enter courtyard and the first person i saw kitty. haha she very cute. she kept waving and smiling at me. gave her a hug. then gave her her present. hope she likes it. then saw jasmine, amirah and syafinaz . gave jasmineeeeeee her bday present. she seems so happy about all her presents. haha well no one changed. still the same old people. okay basically i couldnt shut up today. kept talking and talking. mr. james is my english teacher. though he is a nice person and all but i dont like the way he talks. i mean when he talks in that mic thing, i feel start to get sleepy. owhhhh must stay focus. i wonder what happened to mr. clarence lee. anyways school ended at bout 1pm. didnt wanna go home early. so spent time with syafinaz, amirah. yeahhh i know i coulnt shut up. im just sooo happy to get out of my hse. slack with them then ate mac at chong pang. its been about months since i last ate at there. i mean seriously. i missed tat place. i used to go there very often in sec2. anyway, syafinaz not happy with hair. she thinks i cut it. but i didnt. she makes a big fuss out of it. crazy girl. ard 3pm left mac and headed to interchange with amirah then took 851 then homed. i was soooo damn tired when i got home. i slept for 2hours. tired sia.. okay tmr school. end early also. soooo yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-3554882265778508863?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3554882265778508863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3554882265778508863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-5919731527489623538</id><published>2011-01-01T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:18:24.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its new year. everyone is enjoying their new year except me. dont know why. i just felt like a normal day ystd night. when everyone screaming happy new year to each other, i just sat down quietly. just sucks. no mood past few days. planning to go out on 3rd jan. i hope you are not busy. if you're busy i either find a friend to go out or just go out on my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;and i hate you. simply hate you. i got sooooo pissed of with her the other day. ''at least once a month or wat we must have a family gathering. ask all the cousins, aunties and uncles to come. so that we can have more family bonding''. bullshit. u dont talk about family gathering and family bonding. your own family, a family of 4, dont even have a single family bonding, u wanna talk about rest of the families. u make my life hard. u cause all the pain in me. u know i just wish i wasnt born. i wouldnt have this much pain. wouldnt be a burden to anyone. each day living in pain. like as if u understand. i bet it would be better if i wasnt born to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;ihysmttwhlim&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;loses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;meaning &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/4234697213811950885-5919731527489623538?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5919731527489623538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5919731527489623538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1432236059735524925</id><published>2010-12-30T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:14:12.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday girl.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASMINEEEEE. hope you have an awesomeee day. stay pretty and smile always babe. love you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;okayy i need go somewhere now. so bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1432236059735524925?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1432236059735524925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1432236059735524925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-jasmineeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-7528439101174742006</id><published>2010-12-29T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:40:58.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dont feel like living anymore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school gonna start in about 5-6days. im no done with holiday assignments.. still got a little bit of english left and poa. too lazy to do it. my holidays sucked big time. i havent bought any schoolbooks yet. i mean i only need to buy about 2 or 3books. and i havent bought it yet. wanted to buy a new bag but didnt. bought new school shoes. well the only thing i bought which is new is my school shoes. like wth. anywayyy im soooo not prepared to do my O's. i wanna slack. i rmb slacking so much in sec3 like not caring watever the teachers say and not even caring that our O's were just next year. all that was in our mind was ''heck care''. ohh how i miss those days. actually i missed my sec2 life more. if i could only rewind time. *sighs* and i miss my phone. why must they steal my phone. i wouldnt have mind if they stole my money. even if they stole $50, i wouldnt have mind. its been almost 5months without it. *crys*&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/4234697213811950885-7528439101174742006?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7528439101174742006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7528439101174742006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/school-gonna-start-in-about-5-6days.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-624255461328710326</id><published>2010-12-25T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:02:20.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merry christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;i dont know why i get so excited on christmas. i mean i dont celebrate it. anyway ystd slept at 4.30am and woke up at 3.15pm today. late right? haha i know. then ate lunch at 3.30pm. and watched paa on vasnatham. very sad but very predictable. in the end he dies, the mum and dad get together before he dies. predictable. then watched dhool. not so interesting today. and watched alvin and the chipmunks. awwww theodore was extremely cute. i love watching tat movie. very cuteee. hmmm well thats abt it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-624255461328710326?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/624255461328710326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/624255461328710326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-know-why-i-get-so-excited-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-5587943721961328418</id><published>2010-12-23T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T20:57:24.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss u'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay today went back to school. ohhh how i miss school. so i woke up at 5.50am and got ready and stuff then left for school. supposed to meet amirah at 7.15am. but SOMEONE uhhh dunno how to come on time. waited for that girl for 20mins. went in school and tried to call her using public phone. fuck you ehhh. make me wait so long. and alone somemore.so went in school and went for AVA. stupid mr.tay. fucker lehh. hope u die sia. okay then met kitty! awwww i missed tat girl too. she hadda npcc. so went hall did our duty. which basically is press play button and sit down there for like 3hrs and stare at the stupid video. then purposely woke him up. hehe very fun. i cant let him sleep for very long rite when his girlfriend wake up so early. then finish very early. 2hrs earlier. so met with him ltr. and amirah met up with him. oooh before that met syafinaz. hahaha miss her esp arguing with her. slack with baby. i miss him so very much. 1month plus nvr see him. but i hadda to go back early. i know it was so hard but i gotta do it. i just dont wanna make things worse again. hope u understand . wahhh i miss jasmine lehhh. i see amirah, syafinaz and kitty alr. i nvr see that girl for almost 2months. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-5587943721961328418?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5587943721961328418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5587943721961328418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-today-went-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-7004161093743142712</id><published>2010-12-20T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:23:10.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants straight hair.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanna have straight hair. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been trying to find out which is better rebonding and soft rebonding. well, rebonding is super straight and lasts for abt a year. but soft rebonding is straight but with more natural look but doesnt last long. only last abt 3-6months. can i have straight hair puhhhhleaaaaase. im tired up my hair being like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;found this place that does rebonding and all but its not that expensive. somewhere in serangoon north ave4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y cant u let me have straight hair?! me wants straight hair. pleaaase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-7004161093743142712?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7004161093743142712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7004161093743142712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wanna-have-straight-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2424619990810622542</id><published>2010-12-19T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:31:14.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored still'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayyyyyy im fucking bored. like to the max. from 3pm to 6pm. did nth but lie on the bed hugging the bear. god seriously bored. wanted to call tat girl. but she switched her 'wonderful' phone off. when i really need someone to entertain me, there is no one. fuck it. so i randomly opened all the drawers and cupboards in the hse. hoping to find smth interesting to at least keep me entertained for awhile. so i found old photos and photo albums. i look so adorable when i was young. not that im self praising or what but seriously i was so chubby and cute. i rmb when i was young like 2-4years old, i couldnt keep still. i keep moving here and there. when i take photos, i barely smile and my mouth would be in weird weird positions. i look very adorable when i smile showing all my teeth. hahah. i like to play with my ears. i like to do retarded things. gooood memories. i was soooo cute back then. now... no comments. okayyy now im bored again. oi amirah! call me can? call me whenever u are bored. then i will call u back k? cos whenever im bored and try to call u, u off phone. so call when ur bored (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-2424619990810622542?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2424619990810622542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2424619990810622542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/okayyyyyy-im-fucking-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1050139189454202007</id><published>2010-12-19T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:18:53.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='191210'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actually im happy and sad to see today's date. well im happy cos its me and him 10months. but im sad cos its my uncle's 9year death anniversary. )': i miss him. next year gonna do alot of prayers thingy for 10years death anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay i dont wanna get too emotional so lemme update ystd. did pretty much nth. oh no wait. i cleaned my drawers. it took me 2hrs to look through the stuff i dont want and want. then took a break and called amirah. talked for a long time. then went to search for some poly coursebook thingy in my brother's room but couldnt find. dam. then go call her again and talked for like 1hour or so. i was talking to her and tidying up the drawers. aft talk to her alr and tidy up alr i forgot that they showing dhoom2 now. so i quickly run to the hall and on the tv. i missed the first hour. damm. but its ok i alr watched it before. then aft dhoom2 got dhool. my 2 fav groups went in to the finals. so yay. they danced the best. then ate mee siam and hash brown &amp;lt;3 then i watch teevee till 1.30am and then to sleep. oh yeahhh i got SOAR eyes. hahah sounds familiar ehh amirah? i mean i got sore eyes. dam itchy the eye. when i rub, it gets more itchy. then become more red. **** been putting the eyemo thing. still itchy le..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ehhh baby, wat courses u apply? when the results?? which ite u wanna go? why nvr tell me? lol okayy too many qns rite. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and amirah.. just be happy that u got a freaking phone. dont take that phone for granted cos when u no phone u will regret and realise that at least that stupid phone is better than no phone. take my wise words kay. i have been through it. lol good rite my advice?? hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1050139189454202007?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1050139189454202007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1050139189454202007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/actually-im-happy-and-sad-to-see-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-5005990705003873770</id><published>2010-12-17T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:48:35.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words cant describe how much i truely love you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;305days ; 9months and 4weeks with love &amp;lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;2 more days to 10months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;wow thats long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;hope that we would be together and forever. &lt;/span&gt;&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/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQs_tWxyhJI/AAAAAAAAAak/-9iPAa_WU_M/s1600/spongebob+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQs_tWxyhJI/AAAAAAAAAak/-9iPAa_WU_M/s1600/spongebob+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&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/4234697213811950885-5005990705003873770?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5005990705003873770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5005990705003873770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/305days-9months-and-4weeks-with-love-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQs_tWxyhJI/AAAAAAAAAak/-9iPAa_WU_M/s72-c/spongebob+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-523299490396121257</id><published>2010-12-16T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:31:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okayy i have been busy these few days. shopping and stuff. well for the first time she did smth useful i guess. anyway its hard to get clothes for my size. irritating much. in the children's size, its the biggest and adult's size, its the smallest. like wtf..so anywayy... bought some clothes and bought this heels which was purple in colour!! the moment i saw it, i was like droools. i gotta have it. well the heels wasnt high as i wanted but who cares. its purple in colour. me like!! so i bought it. it was wayyyyy too hard to resit that. then bought slipper and school shoes. i need more clothes esp tops! been eating outside alot tooo. me like pataya rice. esp the one at jalan kayu. i have realised smth.. i've been camwhoring alot. i have more pictures of myself&amp;nbsp; than i had in my phone. like whoa. and my mum asked if i wanted to go india with her and her 3 friends for 8-10 days in february. she said i could meet surya and take photo with him :DDDDD me like!! well i was thinking alot. go or not to go. her 3 friends are the only people i like in her other friends. there is rachel aunty, she is super nice. everytime she go overseas she will buy smth for me. only for me. there is saro aunty, she is very straight forward but in a good way though. and catherine aunty where she is super friendly and bubbly. so it wasnt that bad. i have never been to india though. i wanna meet surya real badly too. he is awesome! but if i go confirm when i come back got alot of hw. and i would miss him so much. but if i nver go i wont meet surya &amp;lt;3(well its not confirm though) and 8-10days without her would simply rock. so i have decided to not go india. anyway i can go india or other countries when im older. im just gonna party while she is away at india. hehe. and i soooooo damn miss him. and im done with tamil, maths sorta(gonna copy some) and science gonna finish. amirah say got POA and english hw. and she say its with jasmine. really?? damn i was so happy that im gonna finish my homework.. and amirah!! why cant i call u?! i call u they say starhub blahh blah blah..why cant i call u anymore )':&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;/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/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8d1WLVzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ZcNZOzWtWK8/s1600/CIMG1571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8d1WLVzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ZcNZOzWtWK8/s320/CIMG1571.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i love this heels! look at that colour!! its beautiful. though i can only wear for some clothes but its sooo nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8fieqhLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UCKFUFzZUmM/s1600/CIMG1573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8fieqhLI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UCKFUFzZUmM/s320/CIMG1573.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;not as high as i expected. but i love this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm-9ul0GWI/AAAAAAAAAac/IzAYk84N_mE/s1600/CIMG1445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm-9ul0GWI/AAAAAAAAAac/IzAYk84N_mE/s320/CIMG1445.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont know why but i look freaking chubby here. but somehow i like it. lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8hpOkURI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Bydw1veyvXI/s1600/CIMG1585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8hpOkURI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Bydw1veyvXI/s320/CIMG1585.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my brown eyes &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8jV3JCfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rQDmIesDBd0/s1600/CIMG1588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8jV3JCfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rQDmIesDBd0/s320/CIMG1588.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i feel that my eyes got brown-er. lol i know its impossible. but i never realised my eyes were so brown when i was in primary school. weird huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8nqxjWfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3Nq9ulvKMoE/s1600/CIMG1623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8nqxjWfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3Nq9ulvKMoE/s320/CIMG1623.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;none of the pictures above were edited or taken with flash. coool huh. light effects rocks (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-523299490396121257?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/523299490396121257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/523299490396121257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/okayy-i-have-been-busy-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TQm8d1WLVzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ZcNZOzWtWK8/s72-c/CIMG1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8472141516961946936</id><published>2010-12-09T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:02:55.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouhhhmygawd.. i am soooo done with tamil compos :D&amp;nbsp; super happy. i have alr did some science homework wayyyyyyy before i had that homework. which is good news. and better news is that i did some maths homework last month tooo. so yay me. im so hoping my cousin would come this week or next week to teach me stuffs. i have decided that im gonna work super hard next yr. that means my studies comes first before anything and everything. sorry baby, but my studies are gonna come first then second is you and etc. but i still love you kayy. so when im taking my O's next year i will be very prepared and once im done with the exams i should feel good cos i know i did well. and when i get my results, i shouldnt get any regrets. but i always say big things, have big future but keeping up to words are going to be hard. damn.. i will soooo try to keep my words. i hope so. no i must! i must have positive thinking. haha must thank jasmine for that positive attitude. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8472141516961946936?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8472141516961946936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8472141516961946936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/ouhhhmygawd.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-209995740011964492</id><published>2010-12-09T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:02:21.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting out my anger so dont ask anything.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so im not allowed to get angry issit? so u are saying its okay for him to be angry but its not okay for me to get angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its okay for him to show his anger by slamming the door or just leaving the hse or talk back but its not okay for me to show my anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its okay for him to go anywhere he likes with anyone but its not okay for me to go anywhere i like with anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its okay for him to sleep till afternoon but its not okay for me to sleep till afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its okay if he uses the computer all day long but its not okay if i use the computer for long hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its okay for him to buy fast food whenever he likes even though there is food at home but its not okay for me to eat fast food because there is food at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its okay for him to have watever he likes but its not okay for me to have watever i like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its okay for him to have his needs and wants but its okay for me to have my needs and wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its okay if he doesnt want to go anywhere with u but its not okay if i dont want to go anywhere with u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ouhhh i get it. its okay for him to do anything but its not okay for me to do anything. because to u its fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even after u tell him nt to come home late, he still comes home late. in fact even later like 2 or 3am. almost everyday. and what do u do abt tat?? u just tell him nt to come home late. thats it. no shouting,scolding or anything. last time when i came home 30mins late u would create 1 big scene abt it. yeahhh i get it, its fair to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have u ever asked how was my day?? have u ever wondered how im feeling?? have u ever even bothered abt my feelings? have u ever knew how much pain i have inside of me. no u dont. well yes im the kind of person who bottles everything up inside of me. but have u ever asked abt my opinion abt anything? no u dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im sick and tired of living in this hse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-209995740011964492?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/209995740011964492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/209995740011964492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-im-not-allowed-to-get-angry-issit-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8905175607724460355</id><published>2010-12-08T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:42:00.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want to love chocolates again ):'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay ystd i was forced to wake up at 12.45pm. yes forced to wake up. i hadda go to my aunty's new shop with my dad. so got ready and stuff and left ard 2.45pm. well i took 2hrs to get ready. hahah very long rite. anyway we were supposed to take train to clementi. but.. i hate taking trains. HATE IT. so i keep pstering my dad to take a taxi.&amp;nbsp; i hadda make a deal with him. go there,take taxi. come back, take train. well he said no at first but..i kept begging and it worked! im so proud of myself. haha anyway. cabbed there. went to shop. well its smaller than their previous shop. and i mean seriously small. anyway, we went to grandma's hse since the shop and grandma's hse was super near. over there met cousins and aunty and grandma. talked to cousins. then played scrabble. haha very fun. esp when i was winning. i had more brains than my cousin who was 4yrs older than me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeahhh more self praise. we laughed so much when she knew she will confirm lose so she started cheating. you wouldnt understand. but it was damn funny. talked, played, talked, and played. very fun. then my another aunty came. she looked at me and said, " u already so pretty and everytime i see u, u get even more pretty". and i started laughing so much. its very funny u see. so stayed there a little while and went back to the shop with my 2cousins and aunty and my dad. bought some stuffs there. esp NUTELLA. u know wat. the last time i ate nutella was like 6-7 months ago. thats super long. anw kind of played with the cash register. very fun and super complicated. then went outside the shop and sit down at this place where got chairs and table. talked with cousins. talked abt life, studies, ghost stories! oooh spooky. really scary. and ohhh my cousin gonna gimme tuition! how fun!! lol. i mean serious. she gonna come my hse and teach and ill be going her hse and learn. sort of. ill probably be learning on how to have fun. haha. then one of my cousin came in motorbike. wow he kinda looks hot. i mean he changed alot. he used to be like a fucked up person and now like a gentleman?! wow thats like a major change. and since i wore high heels, i had many many blisters. booo hooos. stupid heels. sometimes painful sometimes not painful. haiyaz.. then i told my dad that i had blisters and i cant walk. so we took taxi!! woooohooos. actually i can walk but abot painful. hehe. then homed~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i have a sad news. i lost my tastebuds. i dont find chocolates nice anymore ):&amp;nbsp; i super ultra sad. me loves chocolates. but now me no likey them. how sad......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but good news. i only have 2more compos. then im done with tamil hw. still got maths and science though.. but still im gonna be done with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay super long post. so buhhhbyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8905175607724460355?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8905175607724460355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8905175607724460355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-ystd-i-was-forced-to-wake-up-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2895277136257494305</id><published>2010-12-06T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:35:59.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehh baby, i dont want talk abt it. sorry for just going off like tat. i need to go anyway. so dont get sad or wat. sorry k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-2895277136257494305?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2895277136257494305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2895277136257494305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/ehh-baby-i-dont-want-talk-abt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-7643794935179052615</id><published>2010-12-06T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:41:41.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;you liar! i knew it was too good to be true. you always do this. ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you know what, im starting to hate her and him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;do you ever know you are hurting people with your stupid anger. you flare up for the smallest slightest reason. how stupid can you get?! you think you can get away with your fucking attitude. people are scared to talk to you and tell advice to you cos u might flare up anytime. and u take this as a advantage and do watever u like. well u know wat u suck. your attitude seriously getting bad to worst. ur becoming like one fucked up person. if u continue being like this, i dont think im going to talk to you. u can irritate me all you want but im gonna ignore you. u really changing alot.. in a bad way.&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/4234697213811950885-7643794935179052615?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7643794935179052615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7643794935179052615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-liar-i-knew-it-was-too-good-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8160318307137022430</id><published>2010-12-05T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:45:10.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh na na'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats my name'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Want you to make me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Like I'm the only girl in the world &lt;br /&gt;Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love &lt;br /&gt;Like I'm the only one who knows your heart &lt;br /&gt;Only girl in the world... &lt;br /&gt;Like I'm the only one that's in command &lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm the only one who understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;How to make you feel like a man..yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;me love this song &amp;lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;okayy. today woke up at 1.15pm. teeveed till 3.30pm. called my baby. talked for half an hour or so. then ard 4.30 or so ate. and teeveed again. then my cousins and uncle came. cooked meeeeeee goreng. the mee goreng was damn nice. cos i cook wat. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;with my grandmother's help&lt;/span&gt;. i cook always nice. haha self praise. then i cant rmb wat i did aft that. my cousin says he is shocked cos next yr, i mean next month, i will be in sec 4. then aft that ill be going poly. yeahhh time flies very fast. like super fast. feels like only a month ago i was like starting sec3. but now im gonna be starting sec4 soon. this sucks badly. okayyyyyy i dunno wat to say. im just bored. BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and ohhhh me likey rihanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh na na, what’s my name&lt;br /&gt;Ooh na na, what’s my name&lt;br /&gt;Ooh na na, what’s my name&lt;br /&gt;Ooh na na, what’s my name&lt;br /&gt;Ooh na na, what’s my name&lt;br /&gt;whats my name, whats my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8160318307137022430?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8160318307137022430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8160318307137022430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/want-you-to-make-me-feel-like-im-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3696852506376487173</id><published>2010-12-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:18:11.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont bother saying it anymore.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is ard 28days left before school starts. im happy. cos i get to get out of this fucking house.&amp;nbsp; but at the same time, i dont wanna go back. i dont wanna wake up early. i dont wanna study. i dont wanna have stress. i dont feel like doing any homework. but if i dont, i would DIE. okay over exaggeration much. okay i dont know what to say. like as if my life is interesting now. stuck at home and rotting to death. so what do you expect. an interesting post? so yeahhh thats all. buhhbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-3696852506376487173?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3696852506376487173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3696852506376487173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-ard-28days-left-before-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-5684780413167081812</id><published>2010-12-03T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:34:15.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gingy the gingerbreadman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yayyyy! my baby is back. talked to him just now. awwww i love you so so so so much &amp;lt;3 anyway. lets seeeee what i did today. hmmmms. woke up at 12.30. watched teeeveee. wanted to do homework but... u know me. got lazy and stuff. so i didnt do. tried calling him ard 1+. didnt pick up. so tried again at ard 2. also nvr pick up. so i went to eat maggie meeeeeee. aft that i tried calling again ard 2.40. he picked up :D finally. sowi for waking you up. just wanted to hear ur voice. cos i had missed you so damn much. now i dunno what to say. okay pictures maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPio9MBsK3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/xykyxo7hlCg/s1600/CIMG1193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPio9MBsK3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/xykyxo7hlCg/s320/CIMG1193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ahhhhhh. beautiful isnt it. took it from my kitchen's window. sunset. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPio_HeB8mI/AAAAAAAAAZs/unDSvdJOG74/s1600/CIMG1291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPio_HeB8mI/AAAAAAAAAZs/unDSvdJOG74/s320/CIMG1291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is a gingerbreadman. i tried drawing him cos gingerbreadman are very adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPipBAvRAPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6LE-iPiCvqo/s1600/CIMG1292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPipBAvRAPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6LE-iPiCvqo/s320/CIMG1292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is Mr. Gingy. he is a gingerbreadman. i love gingy. so here is my Gingy! isnt he cuteeee? i love gingy! he is very adorable and cute gingerbreadman. god i feel like eating him. but i wont. cos gingy is way too cute to be eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPipDDPejCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4lNoFyAAeVQ/s1600/CIMG1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPipDDPejCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4lNoFyAAeVQ/s320/CIMG1294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;GINGY! gingy is a very cute name for gingerbreadman. right or not?? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPipDn9mVmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kws7kg2bdBU/s1600/milo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPipDn9mVmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kws7kg2bdBU/s1600/milo.jpg" /&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;aaaaaaahhhhhhh! this brings me so much memories. took us a long time to realise how dumb we were. god i miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-5684780413167081812?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5684780413167081812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5684780413167081812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/yayyyy-my-baby-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPio9MBsK3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/xykyxo7hlCg/s72-c/CIMG1193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3051893636910261628</id><published>2010-12-01T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:58:27.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss my sayang.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im so bored. well anyway i wanna post some pictures. you know like memories. i was looking at my camera photos ystd and felt like posting some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrrpffFwI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kiJYEhulvJc/s1600/CIMG0283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrrpffFwI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kiJYEhulvJc/s320/CIMG0283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;jasmineeee! awwww she so cute. she looks like a baby. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrtQoI5cI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LmXL5e0IZQo/s1600/CIMG0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrtQoI5cI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LmXL5e0IZQo/s320/CIMG0291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this picture is awesome. but wait. JASMINE! where u looking?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrvft_gcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/x53pEwCMog8/s1600/CIMG0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrvft_gcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/x53pEwCMog8/s320/CIMG0292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is my favourite picture. cos everytime i see this i laugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1stly. jasmine closing her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2ndly. syafidah is the only one smiling. but she so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rdly. syafinaz looking dunno where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and lastly my favourite. amirah looking so damn blurr. i see her face in this picture i laugh. haha love u girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrx08L_RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5FNty_hXROA/s1600/CIMG0293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrx08L_RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5FNty_hXROA/s320/CIMG0293.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;jasmine. focus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrznGlWFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sB9PXV7cVTM/s1600/CIMG0295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrznGlWFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sB9PXV7cVTM/s320/CIMG0295.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;extras much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr1V0bgXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VqHi7qOfEKM/s1600/CIMG0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr1V0bgXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VqHi7qOfEKM/s320/CIMG0297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;would have been a great picture but too bad its blurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr3IRF3VI/AAAAAAAAAYg/QK-2zOWGfiY/s1600/CIMG0298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr3IRF3VI/AAAAAAAAAYg/QK-2zOWGfiY/s320/CIMG0298.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;all acting cute except jasmine. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr4zqxs2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/skbACco-yuE/s1600/CIMG0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr4zqxs2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/skbACco-yuE/s320/CIMG0302.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;best picture. but u know jasmine.. i was being SQUEEEEEZED by the sofa and amirah. u could have moved to ur left since there is so much space.. so yeahh thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr6nYaoPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_-v_btuyACg/s1600/CIMG0305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr6nYaoPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_-v_btuyACg/s320/CIMG0305.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i was talking to my baby. but i dont know why im standing like im gonna sing the national anthem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr9FOmCsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1kBUaiV8XOQ/s1600/CIMG0313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr9FOmCsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1kBUaiV8XOQ/s320/CIMG0313.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;love this picture. love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr_hZQE2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/y038QoGpMSI/s1600/CIMG0334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXr_hZQE2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/y038QoGpMSI/s320/CIMG0334.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2,3,1 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXsBzOAMLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QJjf7yOHrWk/s1600/CIMG0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXsBzOAMLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QJjf7yOHrWk/s320/CIMG0358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;love this picture lots! poor amirah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXsEPwP8wI/AAAAAAAAAY4/zpFW_R550GY/s1600/CIMG0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXsEPwP8wI/AAAAAAAAAY4/zpFW_R550GY/s320/CIMG0359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is our evil faces. except amirah. she has the 'pity me' face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love them to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXvP0tYGfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vVwAZ5SaGg8/s1600/CIMG0942%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXxKKzUC5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/aLTWOryzcNs/s320/CIMG1081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok thats all for now. buhhhhbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-3051893636910261628?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3051893636910261628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3051893636910261628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TPXrrpffFwI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kiJYEhulvJc/s72-c/CIMG0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2357470241537580847</id><published>2010-11-27T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T14:14:58.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you baby.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy this sucks even more. im sick again. like wtf... just 3weeks ago i was sick. took me 1 week to recover. aft 2 days later i was sick again. been coughing really badly since then. the coughing was slowly recovering. and then before im fully recovered, im sick again. doesnt this sucks?! having stomach cramps for the past 5days. fuck it.. ystd i couldnt even sleep properly. i laid down on the bed at 1.25 ard there. i was turning here and there but just couldnt sleep. i was thinking&amp;nbsp; of all the memories i had in 2010. when i checked the time, it was 4.30am i still couldnt sleep sia. i turn here and turn there then i think i slept ard 5+. but if someone call my name i would wake up. cos i couldnt sleep well. i woke up at 7am. then i dunno what i did but i tried to sleep. woke up at 1.30pm. wasnt a peaceful sleep. haiyaz.. i know y i coulnt sleep. cos i miss him. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-2357470241537580847?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2357470241537580847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2357470241537580847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/okayy-this-sucks-even-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1191258049974655788</id><published>2010-11-26T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:31:11.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate my life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god im bored. staying at home sucks to the max. i wanna go out. ahhhh i need freedom ): next yr aft my O's, imma party like mad. i dont fucking care! but first i gotta do well in my O's. aft that paaaaaartaye! cos i wanna enjoy myself aft a year of torture and not to mention 4yrs of secondary sch life. i wanna do so much of things next yr aft O's. wanna go places ive never been in singapore. wanna eat in places ive never eaten before and do extraodinary stuff like i have nver done before. okay that sounds weird. but i mean like going bowling, flying kite, fishing. lol kayy cos i find it dam cool to try fishing. never done it before. anyway.. going universal studios if got enough cash, going sentosa, going bird park which i have never been in my entire life and lots more.well i have a yr more to go and i gotta do well in my O's. its kinda scary thinking that next yr im doing my O'levels. im like "next yr im taking O'levels!! SHIT! " which also means stressssssss next year. ****. kayyy relax. there is still 1more month before the torture starts. so in that 1 month im gonna be at home rotting to death.because thats how my fucking life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1191258049974655788?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1191258049974655788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1191258049974655788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-181548672541884578</id><published>2010-11-25T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:23:03.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short and fat ):'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy im soooo bored. still got losta homeowork to do. havent started on maths, science. tamil 20compos done. 10 more to go.. mrs parimalam has gone nuts. crazy bitch. today woke up at 2pm. thats kinda late i think. bt who cares. aft wake up, grandmother nag at me.. but no one can nag like faizal's mum. hahah. ate at 2.30 then wanted to do homework but.... got lazy and stuff. so i slept for a little while. i know i sound like a pig but who cares.. then used comp. and got bored. so im here! i feel like going to the gym. but i dont think my mum allows me. i feel i have grown 1 cm (: well im still short. *crys* i feel like like doing so many things. but i cant do it cos either my mum dont let me or im just too lazy to do it or i just cant do it.. god.. i wanna fly in the sky. okayy thats random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-181548672541884578?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/181548672541884578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/181548672541884578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/okayy-im-soooo-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-29734650914876843</id><published>2010-11-25T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:01:40.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trying to make someone jealous. and i bet its working.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhh too many hot and cute guys. making me blind with their hotness and cuteness. taemin and jonghyun from shinee, yoseob , gi gwang, doo joon and dong woon from b2st and si won and dong hae from super junior and not to mention lee min ho, kim hyun joong and kim bum from BOF just makes me meltssssss. &amp;lt;3 hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;dont worry bruno mars i didnt forget you.. his songs make me crazaayee. jay sean , chris brown and taylor lautner are MIA right now. so dont think i forgot u. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-29734650914876843?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/29734650914876843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/29734650914876843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/ahhhhhh-too-many-hot-and-cute-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2158707200728572126</id><published>2010-11-22T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:02:00.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruno mars ROCKS. i love bruno mars (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOoRhOx48XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6Uo13LgCSuI/s1600/boo+colour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOoRhOx48XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6Uo13LgCSuI/s1600/boo+colour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss my gurlfriends. and my boyfriend. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i had one wish i would wish for all the freedom i wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-2158707200728572126?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2158707200728572126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2158707200728572126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-my-gurlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOoRhOx48XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6Uo13LgCSuI/s72-c/boo+colour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8474873747163808157</id><published>2010-11-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:34:26.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously feel like destroying this computer. maybe throw it down from 8th storey or maybe hit it with a hammer. or how about burn the computer? thats how irritated i am with this shit. since im alr here, lets just blog abt today. nth much except that i might die out of coughing. been coughing real badly. and almost cut my toes off today. i dropped the damn knife on the floor. it was so close to chopping off my toes.):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8474873747163808157?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8474873747163808157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8474873747163808157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-seriously-feel-like-destroying-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6721125551598252338</id><published>2010-11-19T13:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:51:02.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='181110'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;ohmygod!! wooooooh! i fix it! i dont know what i did but i did it! managed to fix the damn problem. wow im smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;now picture time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX7dXfKD8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/VOpLH1thn3U/s1600/CIMG0950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX7dXfKD8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/VOpLH1thn3U/s320/CIMG0950.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX7fbui9bI/AAAAAAAAANA/vnpGG5hwo_k/s1600/CIMG0951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX7fbui9bI/AAAAAAAAANA/vnpGG5hwo_k/s320/CIMG0951.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX7h48YUyI/AAAAAAAAANE/-BxkOdlneUI/s1600/CIMG0952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-QtekO3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Sq1iOE280-A/s320/CIMG1048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jumpshots FAIL. #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-TQaSr3I/AAAAAAAAASA/7rMT6aD-IAQ/s1600/CIMG1049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-TQaSr3I/AAAAAAAAASA/7rMT6aD-IAQ/s320/CIMG1049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-V7cs_7I/AAAAAAAAASE/fRtUSDFnaV0/s1600/CIMG1050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-V7cs_7I/AAAAAAAAASE/fRtUSDFnaV0/s320/CIMG1050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-dGpPnFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XYx4wggH12A/s320/CIMG1053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#6. i look like a chicken. and amirah like a egg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-fdf9BMI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZoII4hJYrx0/s1600/CIMG1054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-fdf9BMI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZoII4hJYrx0/s320/CIMG1054.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-h_OSpyI/AAAAAAAAASY/65txez2_Fq4/s1600/CIMG1055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX-h_OSpyI/AAAAAAAAASY/65txez2_Fq4/s320/CIMG1055.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOYCtnzJkKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vKbsC9rYJNA/s1600/CIMG1165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOYCtnzJkKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vKbsC9rYJNA/s320/CIMG1165.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOYCv2bf_TI/AAAAAAAAAX8/BYlnVkk5uE8/s1600/CIMG1166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOYCv2bf_TI/AAAAAAAAAX8/BYlnVkk5uE8/s320/CIMG1166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my class. some of them. and mr.ang(josh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOYCy0QEIkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/S19a-hS4t2Q/s1600/CIMG1167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOYCy0QEIkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/S19a-hS4t2Q/s320/CIMG1167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hidayat , shahrul , asyiqin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;i love tat girl. if it wasnt for her i would nt have enjoyed this much. amirah u rock (:&lt;/span&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/4234697213811950885-6721125551598252338?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6721125551598252338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6721125551598252338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/wooooooh-im-so-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TOX7dXfKD8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/VOpLH1thn3U/s72-c/CIMG0950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4844473218083730722</id><published>2010-11-19T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:53:44.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best day ever.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK THIS COMPUTER!! fuck it la.... stupid!! stupid fucked up computer cant read the thumbdrive and camera usb. fuck le... been trying to fix the damn problem. but im scared i might crash the whole computer. i hate this computer. hate it.&lt;br /&gt;k nvm. today is 19nov &amp;lt;3. 9months alr. sooo long alr. gonna be 1yr. wow.&lt;br /&gt;anw ystd 18nov was best best best best best best. 11.30 met up with amirah, baby, addam. and i thought i was late. but i wasnt. then took 39 to pasir ris. bought old chang kee &amp;lt;3. then walked to downtown east. nt so far but leg quite pain uhh. we all went up finding for bowling thing but couldnt find. and&amp;nbsp; i kept saying "here got bowling!". but in my heart actually said "here got bowling, i think" so went to basement and saw the bowling place. was so relieved cos if dont have they might kill me. anw forced baby to go book the bowling thing . haha! so we 4 went bowling. i sucked at it. keep going inside the hole thing. the bowling ball was so heavy that when i tried to swing it dropped backwards. paisehhh sia. then all laugh at me. addam was very very good at it. he got 117 at the end. baby got 51. me and amirah got 34. very fun. kept laughing. then we went to the arcade. ok luhh. nt so fun. except the picture thing. me and amirah took the neoprints. then addam left cos he got some training. the the 3 of us went ntuc cos i hadda buy tongs. then headed to the chalet. at first we were lost. but we managed to find our way. such a long walk. leg pain sia. ohhhh and when we walking and trying to find out where was aloha loyang, a dog barked. so me and amirah was scared and tried to walk fast. actually we run abit. then got this BIG dog that barked at us super loud and the dog almost came out of th fucking wall. we screamed like hell sia. omg damn scary. me and amirah got super scared. then got this 3 people behind us laughed at us. then the stupid owner came. stupid sia the dog. finally managed to find the chalet. alot of people were there. jia qi, haikal, weixuan, asyqin , asheera hui fen, jin an and etc..then sat for awhile. ate abit and we 2 headed to the beach. so nice. so so nice. it was peaceful, windy and calm. it would have romantic if our bfs came. anw we two just talked , laughed , camwhored , laughed. then called baby to come ltr at seven. then we can ride bikes together. went back. kitty came. talked to her. camwhored with her. then she left aftter awhile. awww. then stayed at the air-con room till baby came. then hidayat and shahrul came. shahrul very funny. then asyqin like cute like tat. haha. then stole some food and went outside the chalet to meet baby and gave him some food. then headed to beach. more pics. didnt ride bike. cos its expensive. god this is so long. anw aft stay there fo awhile, we went home. ilovehim to the max. i dont know when is the next time i meet him. but poor jasmine couldnt come. if she came, this would be even better. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;and my leg still pain frm walking ystd. ouchy. now im off to find out why cant it read the usb thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4844473218083730722?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4844473218083730722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4844473218083730722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-this-computer-fuck-it-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-663433702549946366</id><published>2010-11-14T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:43:14.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain rain go away. come again another day. pleaseeeee'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18nov was the day i was looking forward so badly. now... not so. so sad jasmine cant come ):&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope she can come. well i have been thinking for so many days abt smtg. we all go pasir ris beach and rollerblade and ride bicycle and maybe&amp;nbsp; play with water(amirah's idea) right. what if it rains? cos nowadays its been raining. so me and amirah was thinking so much abt it. if it rains, maybe we go bowling or watch movie? but I DONT WANT TO WATCH HARRY POTTER! i hate it to the max! and we seriously got no better idea. so just hopes it doesnt rain. i hope jasmine darling can come too ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-663433702549946366?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/663433702549946366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/663433702549946366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/18nov-was-day-i-was-looking-forward-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-27212305542996548</id><published>2010-11-12T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:23:30.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TNz3DklCHpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VbwnMIAkeuI/s1600/always+on+my+mind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TNz3DklCHpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VbwnMIAkeuI/s320/always+on+my+mind.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TNz3E7lp6cI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6BMDKW6WXoE/s1600/rawr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TNz3E7lp6cI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6BMDKW6WXoE/s1600/rawr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;wo ai ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;naan unnai kadhalikkiraen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;saya cintamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;saranghae-yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;mai tumse pyar karta hoo&lt;/div&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-27212305542996548?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/27212305542996548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/27212305542996548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-you-wo-ai-ni-naan-unnai.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TNz3DklCHpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VbwnMIAkeuI/s72-c/always+on+my+mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4651106182987653160</id><published>2010-11-08T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:56:51.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just that i miss u baby.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling a little better. yay~~. my brother is sooooo caring ystd. i forgot to eat my medicine and he asked me if i had eaten my medicines and then brought the panadol and cup of water to me. like soooo caring. anyway been watching kdrama all morning. cant resist it. i love all the cute and sweet moments. make me smile so much. and the sad parts make me go awwwww. hahs.. nw i gotta resist the temptations of the drama. today gonna cut my hair. i think.. hmmmm short post. nth to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4651106182987653160?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4651106182987653160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4651106182987653160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/feeling-little-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1263564280147576561</id><published>2010-11-07T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:56:48.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick&lt;/span&gt;. but im feeling a little abit better than ystd. ystd more worst. i hate being &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;. being &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; is the worst feeling ever. been shoving those &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;evil panadols&lt;/span&gt; down my throat. hate those &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;evil panadols&lt;/span&gt; even more. so big and suckish taste. everytime im &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;, at least once the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;evil panadols &lt;/span&gt;will choke me. ****! couldnt sleep the all night. been having trouble sleeping, breathing and sleeping cos im &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;. the worst part of being &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; is that u cant eat properly, sleep properly, think properly, do anything properly. did i mention how much i hate being &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;. hate it sia. HATE IT. gonna eat those &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;evil panadols&lt;/span&gt; now. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1263564280147576561?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1263564280147576561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1263564280147576561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2585426935242082955</id><published>2010-11-06T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T13:11:20.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imy too.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is so nt that boring than ystd. got up at 9 today. very early sia. i slept at 12 ystd watching singam on vasantham. and still can wake up so early. maybe cos im too sick. ):&amp;nbsp; ive been watching boys over flowers since morning. and im hungry right now.. gonna cut my hair ltr. i think. and at 4pm got 3idiots. then at 7pm got dhool the dance off then at 9pm got tamil movieeeee. cant wait to watch. and im sooooo irritated with all the construction near my hse. sooo fucking noisy. haiyaz.. i cant even watch the drama properly and its giving me a bad headache . and i accidentally broke my mum/dad spectacles. ooopsy. they dunno i broke it yet. so screwed if they found out. so yeahhh. gonna continue my drama now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-2585426935242082955?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2585426935242082955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2585426935242082955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-so-nt-that-boring-than-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4449892674144214857</id><published>2010-10-25T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:51:00.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chalet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ignore the earlier post. was in school doing some maths shit. damn boring. but aft that some bitch had to piss me and others off. bloody bitch! want to selfish than talk bad abt us. go die la. i just pity ur sister. anw aft school went to meet baby. went to playground at 800+ to slack. i found the playground cute. lol. yeahhhh. sat there and talked then went to buy twisties and some snack and coke. like a mini picnic. haha. very the cute. then aft thaaaat, sort of played catching bt i kinda sprained my neck. then kinda used that excuse to go home. home sweet home. NOT! my home nt sweet bt like hell. *sighs* been editing pics and downloading songs. probably tmr onwards i would be on a movie marathon. watching movieeeee all day long. and ooh. 18nov2010: chalet with my dear 3e8 class. cant wait to spend 1 entire day with my frends. wild wild wet and bbq and some other games with 3e8. gonna be fun. i hope this doesnt get ruined by bitches. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZm0PKa0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/cxSKyMYcLkY/s1600/CIMG0434%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZm0PKa0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/cxSKyMYcLkY/s320/CIMG0434%281%29.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZtfFZV1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/_Cpsk9PKRW0/s1600/CIMG0466%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZtfFZV1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/_Cpsk9PKRW0/s320/CIMG0466%281%29.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZxmDqCjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RZLAJHJm5vY/s1600/CIMG0467%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZxmDqCjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RZLAJHJm5vY/s320/CIMG0467%281%29.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZ1MQrENI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eFDFc4jFSYQ/s1600/CIMG0475%281%29%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZ1MQrENI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eFDFc4jFSYQ/s320/CIMG0475%281%29%281%29.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZaZ0bwCI/AAAAAAAAAME/pRNJKEaOuyI/s1600/CIMG0385%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZaZ0bwCI/AAAAAAAAAME/pRNJKEaOuyI/s320/CIMG0385%282%29.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;randomness&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/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgMjldasI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FjL6m-RldTQ/s1600/heart+shaped+ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgMjldasI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FjL6m-RldTQ/s1600/heart+shaped+ring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;such a nice ring. soooooo cute and i want it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgQJzd_II/AAAAAAAAAMc/Lu_WlQpZw3E/s1600/cute+kitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgQJzd_II/AAAAAAAAAMc/Lu_WlQpZw3E/s1600/cute+kitty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;adorable kitty! so innocent and cute just like me. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgSbsekVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/j94eLDgf-0A/s1600/dumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgSbsekVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/j94eLDgf-0A/s1600/dumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgThm0qEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vB5-t5YsXIQ/s1600/stuid+sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgThm0qEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vB5-t5YsXIQ/s1600/stuid+sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgUtCPqKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HUCWMnskizU/s1600/stupiddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgUtCPqKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HUCWMnskizU/s1600/stupiddd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgWAIARaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wcSia9Y0y2o/s1600/stupider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgWAIARaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wcSia9Y0y2o/s1600/stupider.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgX5U3wSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/m8KwnW8ODC0/s1600/stupidity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVgX5U3wSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/m8KwnW8ODC0/s1600/stupidity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i think im so stupid bt then when i look at these signs i realise im nt that stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4449892674144214857?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4449892674144214857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4449892674144214857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/10/ignore-earlier-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TMVZm0PKa0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/cxSKyMYcLkY/s72-c/CIMG0434%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3930591552576945137</id><published>2010-10-25T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:09:24.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surya loves.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life sucks currrently. esp at home. i hate her. seriously hate her. getting on my nerves. put that aside. been watching alot of movies at home. so yay! nt so bored uhh. and i miss u so much ):&lt;br /&gt;short post. cos i dunno wat to say. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-3930591552576945137?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3930591552576945137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3930591552576945137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-sucks-currrently.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-7573420643188507895</id><published>2010-10-23T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T20:58:50.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sooooo pissed off now. u are the most irritating person ever. if i dont wanna go to the wedding with u means i dont want. stop forcing me. i hate people who force me. u always complain saying that ur friends' children always follow their mum and complain that why im not like them. im nt the only child u have. u have another child too. and u favour him more than me. so why dont u bring him instead of me. u always ask me to follow u. everytime i must follow and nt him. nt fair u know. the fact is i hate going anywhere with u. u always spoil my happiness. and HE has nth to do with this and yet u hadda pull HIS name. wahhhh im fucking pissed off with u, bitch. thanks to u , my grandmother started seeing me as a bad person and she shouted at me today for th 1st time. are u seriously happy now. i dont care if u beat me or scold me or watever bullshit k. i just fucking dont care. ughhhhhh im so fucking angry. my exam results are good but u are nt satisfied with it. wth seriously. u are making my life fucking hard. u say this is nt the age of having bf and all cos it might ruin my studies and whatsoever. im showing u that when im still with him, i still can do well. but u can never accept the fact that i can balance relationship and studies. ur just making me have more hatred in u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-7573420643188507895?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7573420643188507895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7573420643188507895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-sooooo-pissed-off-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-273910172677408319</id><published>2010-10-16T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:01:35.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean drama best'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooohoooos!! im happy again. like crazy happy! firstly, cos of someoneeeee. (: secondly, my mum nt in singapore. she went malacca with her work place people. i knew this only aft 12hrs aft she left and ovrheard my aunty talking.. and thirdly, exams over! and fourth-ly im almost gonna finish watching personal taste. today went to school . wanted to meet amirah at interchange at 6.40pm. but but i thought i was late so i waited for her 5mins. then i thought maybe she go off alr to meet syafinaz. then i want take 800 bus to school. butbut i see the sun rising alr so i thouht i gonna be late so i walked to school. i like paisehhh lehh. queue up then go off. people look me at weird. somemore wear school uniform on saturday. nvm then go singapore poly. quite ok uhhh. best part : they provided mcdonalds for breakfast. then got some games. quite stupid but fun. just that singapore poly students are liars! but had great time with jasmine, amirah and syafinaz. poor jasmine got bullied by the other 2 evil people. but i like superwoman like that save jasmine. haha. everytime side jasmine. (:&amp;nbsp; 1 simple reason cos she doesnt bully me. then ard 2 left the place and off to meet baby. wanted to eat with him. but i very the choosy. so we just talked and stuffs. then auzan and andhika come. auzan uhhh. like no comments. later i write someoneeeee will go tell him then ltr auzan angry. 4 left place with hunger. then take 811 and off to home. sort of. went slack under blk with baby. ard 5.50 reached home. talked to my uncle and aunty then off to use computr and watch personal taste. oooooh gettin freaking interesting. and awwwwww lee min ho has finally confessed that he had fallen in love with her and kissed her. like so touching. haha!! gone crazy for that show. nw im off to continue watching. so buhhhhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-273910172677408319?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/273910172677408319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/273910172677408319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/10/woooohoooos-im-happy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2788272516427213553</id><published>2010-10-12T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:23:24.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;today officially sucks. ystd too. starting to cry like mad again. )':&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i feel like its my fault. every time got problem because of my family. i cant even concentrate in my exam today. screwed it up. i dunno wat to do alr. anyway thanks jasmine for the currypuffs. at least that cheered me up a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i miss u. )':&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/4234697213811950885-2788272516427213553?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2788272516427213553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2788272516427213553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-officially-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4605270867179855358</id><published>2010-10-10T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:38:25.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im alr missing u.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back again. my parents not at home again. currently alone at home. studied for awhile then got seriously bored. and using com again. its been a looooooong time that i actually made a proper post rite. k shall do it today. lets seeee.&lt;br /&gt;6/10/10. wednesday. history exam = screwed up shit. tamil paper 2 was errrr. no comments. then i cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;7/10/10 thursday. maths paper1 was ok not bad and chem was nt bad too. then cant rmb&lt;br /&gt;8/10/10 friday. maths paper2 = killer. and tamil compo = bullshit. syafinaz claimed maths paper 2 was extremely easy. dam hard lehhh. me, jasmine, amirah and syafidah not happy with her. stupid mrs phua . set the paper damn hard. well screw u la. then aft exam i went bottle tree park with baby. he make me walk all the way to bottle tree park frm school. its like wat 2km plus. tiring sia.. but had so much fun. talk and talk and talk. spent so much time with him that i didnt realise time had flown so fast. why time must fly fast uhhh. esp when having fun. not fair. *sigh* then somemore he gonna graduate in less than 1 week. so sad ):&amp;nbsp; im gonna miss walking pass the class 4/1 class. im gonna miss 4/1 walking pass my class. im gonna miss looking for him whenever his class walk pass mine. im gonna miss auzan too. lol. not really uhh. that monkey-ish face. im gonna miss that one special guy the most! haiyaz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4605270867179855358?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4605270867179855358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4605270867179855358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6218324691710668648</id><published>2010-10-10T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:53:27.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heylowsss :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im supposed to be studying nw but im using the laptop. *shakes head in disappointment* but who cares rite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im supposed to follow my mum to a wedding. *shakes head in disappointment again* u see, i dont like going to any weddings. it sucks big time and its tooo boring. anyway. today is such a cute date. haha 10/10/10..random uhhh. and i love you sooo much baby. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TLFR71VmyXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7WFAYBPnid0/s1600/imagesssssssssssssss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TLFR71VmyXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7WFAYBPnid0/s320/imagesssssssssssssss.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4234697213811950885-6218324691710668648?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6218324691710668648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6218324691710668648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/10/heylowsss-d-im-supposed-to-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TLFR71VmyXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7WFAYBPnid0/s72-c/imagesssssssssssssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-650448574275739925</id><published>2010-10-04T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:36:33.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ily'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TKnJ5IVHLFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6DnGoPKWsaM/s1600/pixx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TKnJ5IVHLFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6DnGoPKWsaM/s320/pixx.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1048779122" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i only have 3words for you. no matter bad or good times are, you will be my shining star baby &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-650448574275739925?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/650448574275739925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/650448574275739925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-only-have-3words-for-you-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TKnJ5IVHLFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6DnGoPKWsaM/s72-c/pixx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3610888785090495916</id><published>2010-10-03T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:47:05.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect two baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;EOY exams are here. english was..... no comments. others are yet to come. i hope i can do well in all the subjects (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be peanut butter to my jelly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly&lt;br /&gt;You can be the captain&lt;br /&gt;I can be your first mate&lt;br /&gt;You can be the chills that I feel on our first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the hero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your side kick&lt;br /&gt;You can be the tear&lt;br /&gt;That I cry if we ever split&lt;br /&gt;You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin&lt;br /&gt;Or u can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I could ever be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you boy 'cause you complete me&lt;br /&gt;And in time I know that we'll both see&lt;br /&gt;That we're all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the apple to my pie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the straw to my berry&lt;br /&gt;You're the smoke to my high&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one I wanna marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Cause you're the one for me (for me)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one for you (for you)&lt;br /&gt;You take the both of us (of us)&lt;br /&gt;And we're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;Baby me and you&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the prince and I can be your princess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist&lt;br /&gt;You can be the shoes and I can be the laces&lt;br /&gt;You can be the heart that I spill on the pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the pencil and I can be the paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be as cold as the winter weather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care as long as were together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I could ever be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you 'cause boy you complete me&lt;br /&gt;And in time I know that we'll both see&lt;br /&gt;That we're all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the apple to my pie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the straw to my berry&lt;br /&gt;You're the smoke to my high&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one I wanna marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Cause your the one for me (for me)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one for you (for you)&lt;br /&gt;You take the both of us (of us)&lt;br /&gt;And we're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;Baby me and you&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You know that I'll never doubt ya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I think about ya&lt;br /&gt;And you know I can't live without ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that you smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe in just a while&lt;br /&gt;I can see me walk down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the apple to my pie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the straw to my berry&lt;br /&gt;You're the smoke to my high&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one I wanna marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause your the one for me (for me)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one for you (for u)&lt;br /&gt;U take the both of us of us (of us)&lt;br /&gt;And were the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were the perfect two &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;Baby me and you&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two(yeah, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;most cutest song ever (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;perfect two by auburn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and im so in love with bruno mars for 'just the way you are'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;iyaz rocks too. and i;ve officially gone mad over korean music and drama. PERSONAL TASTE rocks. lee min ho is sooo damn cute.&amp;nbsp; :D&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/4234697213811950885-3610888785090495916?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3610888785090495916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3610888785090495916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/10/eoy-exams-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4229503510689894413</id><published>2010-09-13T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:17:30.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cam whore baby.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heylow bloggie (: today was awesome. 4 idiots came by hse. i invited them. to have lunch uhh. like raya thingy. i tell u uhhh, they are the best. but hey im one of those idiots. love them to bits sia.. lets just say it was a cam whore marathon. so many pictures. so many memories. and i love my kebaya. i first time wear kebaya sehhhh. so cute! i mean the kebaya. bt if u think i cute then thanks (: hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4Z_4YvjJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3A9acg4hStA/s1600/Image0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4Z_4YvjJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3A9acg4hStA/s320/Image0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4aFW86a0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VnjP0vuvTrM/s1600/Image0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4aFW86a0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VnjP0vuvTrM/s320/Image0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4aNGYS96I/AAAAAAAAAKA/qldyWQNem30/s1600/Image0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4aNGYS96I/AAAAAAAAAKA/qldyWQNem30/s320/Image0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4aUtVI0PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/l8AHbweWVHU/s1600/Image0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4aUtVI0PI/AAAAAAAAAKI/l8AHbweWVHU/s320/Image0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i love that picture above. cos i wear kebaya. like so cute. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and i so so sooooo stupid sia. i got no brains to take my camera or the other phone( which has a camera)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to take pictures of myself and cousins. i used my mum's phone to take picture. and i only took 4! lik damn sad ehhh. i didnt have the brains to bring the camera to singapore flyer too. i was too dumb to do that. *sigh*&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;just random pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4fqzpaIoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/h2WD5SoV3Y0/s1600/CIMG0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4fqzpaIoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/h2WD5SoV3Y0/s320/CIMG0153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and i soo love this picture i took in bali. &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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4gcTVtaiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PPOq73Q6D0c/s1600/CIMG0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4gcTVtaiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PPOq73Q6D0c/s320/CIMG0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and i love this too. i love my grandma lots. she is really awesome. i love her the most. i love her and her cooking too. her cooking = sedap sehh. (:&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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4hxVg0HnI/AAAAAAAAALA/D1iD_8VkoD0/s1600/CIMG0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4hxVg0HnI/AAAAAAAAALA/D1iD_8VkoD0/s320/CIMG0302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4h4ja7BYI/AAAAAAAAALI/-P35Ko3tiXE/s1600/CIMG0303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4h4ja7BYI/AAAAAAAAALI/-P35Ko3tiXE/s320/CIMG0303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jasmine, Syafidah, Syafinaz, Amirah, Farhana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;bestieee love&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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4i556AMqI/AAAAAAAAALY/tHYDTUPjWk4/s1600/CIMG0295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4i556AMqI/AAAAAAAAALY/tHYDTUPjWk4/s320/CIMG0295.JPG" /&gt;m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is me taking a picture of myself. and as u can see, in the background are some nonsense people trying to extra. its ok to have friends like them. cos im one of them too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4j322KWUI/AAAAAAAAALg/DIhcxmLoS-g/s1600/CIMG0441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4j322KWUI/AAAAAAAAALg/DIhcxmLoS-g/s320/CIMG0441.JPG" /&gt;m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4kOzQ_XRI/AAAAAAAAALo/cHFfI6ojECw/s1600/CIMG0386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4kOzQ_XRI/AAAAAAAAALo/cHFfI6ojECw/s320/CIMG0386.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pictures. and more pictures. soon maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4229503510689894413?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4229503510689894413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4229503510689894413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/09/heylow-bloggie-today-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/TI4Z_4YvjJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3A9acg4hStA/s72-c/Image0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-5878263579398637704</id><published>2010-09-09T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:11:18.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cant choose btwn my needs and wants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello bloggie (:&amp;nbsp; its been a while since i last blogged yeahhh? okiee. i've got very little time as im using my brother's lappy and he will be back soon. so lemme see... teacher's day concert on 31 august was awesome. all the performers was extra good. awesomely awesome. aft that concert, syafidah, jasmine, samantha and syafinaz went to northpoint to slack. we took this neoprint(sort of) together. then aft awhile samantha and syafinaz came my house. yeahh we slacked, talked and tv-ed. and most imptly snapped here and there. (:&lt;br /&gt;then&amp;nbsp; i cant rmb much till 06/09/10. it was monday. to be more accurate its the 1 week school holiday. BUT sadly, we hadda go school for chemistry lessons. then aft that.... cant rmb what happened.&lt;br /&gt;07/09/10. it was tuesday. yet another school holiday but but we went to school for POA and maths. aft that jasmine, amirah and syafinaz came to my house for study dates. but ended up not studying. they used the laptop and stuffs. but it was fun. jasmine was asking for my kuehs. gave her and amirah some. they liked some. (: aft 30mins or so jasmine left. for 10mins++ i talked to jasmine. more like giving directions to that blurr girl who dont seem to understand this term ' GO STRAIGHT'. ard 5pm they 2 left. and yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;08/09/10. this date is so cute. its like 8, 9, 10. hahahah. anyway had english and POA. then aft that... cant rmb. or maybe i do .maybe i just dont wanna talk abt it. anyway ard 4pm went to tanjong pagar with brother to meet mum. amazingly we 3 wore the same colour. didnt plan to be the same. anyway aft that went geylang. my first time to there . (: quite crowded. walked and walked till leg pain sia. then went to restaurant(sort of) to find places to eat. couldnt find any and searched for any seats available at all food places. couldnt find any. then no choice went to a roti prata shop to break fast. break fast alr went for more walking. brother and father bought same baju kurong. i searched for myslef. but cnnt find any. no size.got this damn nice baju kurong . then i want but no size. i like damn damn damn sad. then on the way going out of that place i saw this kebaya. quite nice uhh. then i go see gt my size. then i fucking happy cos gt my size (: hahahahah. bought it . and home-ed.&lt;br /&gt;09/09/10. nth much. just cleaned the hse. did some homework. and fasting month finish alr!! wooooohoooos. can eat in school and especially can drink ice milo!!! yay~&lt;br /&gt;tmr is Hari Raya . (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-5878263579398637704?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5878263579398637704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5878263579398637704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-bloggie-its-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8051480054658294240</id><published>2010-08-28T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:46:31.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ami-rawr'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BESTIEEEEE AMIRAH. today u become 15years old. this means you are growing to become more mature kayy. so cannot bully people(other people and most imptly me) anymore kayyy. but nvm u still can be childish. cause when you do childish stuff i can laugh at you. haha no luhhh. you must stay cute, taller than me and skinny kay. dont ever forget all the good times with me, boyfydah, jasmeanyy and slenger. oops i mean syalala. (:&amp;nbsp; hahas. ami-rawr i love youuu. and happy birthday again. enjoy your day today. hope u have an awesomeeeeee day (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;"&gt;and dont forget ystd. i called you 0000hrs on the dot. but still not 1st person la. idc but at least 12 on the dot right??.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8051480054658294240?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8051480054658294240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8051480054658294240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-bestieeeee-amirah.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1896967378788966289</id><published>2010-08-24T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:24:07.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live happily with ur new owner.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;heyylows bloggieeeeee. im damn damn damn damn damn damn damn sad sia... my phone was SOLD to the shop. ): SOLD!! OuhaMGeee. poor thing sia. its probably suffering and missing me too. the same way i feel about it. *crys* and aunty gwen is getting a new phone for me tmr. secondhand one. the phone will be exactly the same but maybe the colour different. even if it exactly the same in appearance, its still not my phone. that phone i will be getting will just be a phone. its not my phone. get difference?? if you dont, then just die. im SERIOUSSLY super sad. all the pictures is all gone. gone-case! haizzz. all the 1000(i think) pictures all gone. pictures of me and my frens and him. ok la maybe i can get back abit of the pictures like my frens and babyys one. but serioussly who will keep all the pictures of me. damn sad. haiz.. my phone means so much to me. its like ive lost something precious. wait its not like something. it is!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dear stealers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;"&gt;fuck you guys. seriouss. fucking fuckers who got no fucking life. CB!! anyway at least i dont have stealers as friends/boyfriend. i got great friends and a great boyfriend. they are sooo good even though some them are slengers, dumb, weird, minahrep and matrep. at least they dont steal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;today was okayy i guess. jasmine had to snoop around my stuffs and read smtg which was mine. wasnt supposed to be read by anyone la girl. and then showed it to amirah. and again not supposed to be read by anyone. so yeahh. thanks to those to kpos for reading it. everything else was okayy except the part i thought was extremely extremely great news that i ran out of the class. literally ran out. then i realised that it wasnt such a good news afterall. even though i wont get back my phone, and i get a new phone, i wont consider it as &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; phone. its just &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt; phone. anyway.. aft school and maths stuff went to meet baby! awwww i miss him so much. and good luck and all the best for your audition baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"&gt;phoneyy, rmb this. although your probably with someone else or going to be someone else phone, i will always love and miss you. i have only been 8months and 3days(263days) with you. and its not even been a year with you. you will always be my best-est phoney ever. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i know la, i like crazy person but serioussly ive never had smtg that special to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1896967378788966289?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1896967378788966289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1896967378788966289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/08/heyylows-bloggieeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4763912723118610706</id><published>2010-08-22T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:28:31.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you phoney and baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;hello bloggie. im super duper ultra mega sad. i keep thinking of my phone. )':&amp;nbsp; i thought i saved half the pictures in my thumbdrive. but i didnt. i only have pictures i took last year. this year i took like manymanymanymany pictures. like more than 500 or maybe even 1000. now i only have about less than 200. sad sia ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/THDXTLa9VuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9epiXoF0KuM/s1600/phone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/THDXTLa9VuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9epiXoF0KuM/s320/phone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;look how beautiful the phone is. aint it so prettyyyy. haiz... i dont want a new phone. i just want my phone back with all the data there. ): i miss you phoneyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;back to my life. sad... missing him lots lots lots. every single day will be missing him like wat. at night i would have trouble sleeping. having nightmares.i miss him and my phone. haizzzzzzz. life sucks. extremely sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;emo-ing currently. just no mood. just to even think of phone, i get sad. and to even think of her make me wanna tear. i wanna be alone!! okay not really. i wanna be with him! been soooooo long that i spent proper time with him. missing him so muchyyyy. man this sucks. just sucks. life sucks. my life sucks. arghhhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;school sucks too. had to change seating arrangement thanks to mr. ang.... now im far away frm jasmine darlinggg. i cant free-load her anymore. i mean i cant steal her stuffs anymore. and most importantly i cant laugh with her anymore. sad aint it.. but nvm i live with it. i got amirah beside me. i can steal her stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;speaking of stealing. hope u stealers just fuck and die la. seriously no life. u suck big time. steal my phone and my friends money and my other friends valuable stuffs right nvm. 1 day u will all go to jail and suffer. hope u guys just die in hell. screw u fuckers!! just screw u. but mark my words. u will get caught and suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;im xtremely emotional these days. like really really emotional. just cant stop these tears from rolling down. even for a small thing i will start to tear.&lt;b&gt; farhana come on! be strong and get a fucking grip of yourself la girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;andddd ooooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;to the attention seeker.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you change too much. we thought u would be the normal old you. but no. youre not. so u know what. whatever la. u wanna not talk to us then fine la! we also dont FUCKING care! but at least dont be a looser and a coward to talk behind our backs. seriously not happy then tell us. im really fed up with u. ur getting too irritating and whiny. and im irritated with u and ur little dramas. u will talk to us when u need our help. and then after that u kinda create an excuse then not talk. well hey. u know what. dont bother talking to us anymore. we heck care about you already.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;i have lots to say. but i dont have time to do it. gotta go aunty's hse now to break fast with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: orange;"&gt;loving&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; family now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4763912723118610706?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4763912723118610706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4763912723118610706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-bloggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/THDXTLa9VuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9epiXoF0KuM/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6557915312001414217</id><published>2010-08-14T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T19:15:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;haizz. im sighing cos alot of things happening in school. ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;"&gt;the most important thing is&amp;nbsp; I LOST MY PHONE )': yes its very sad. im super upset abt it. i miss my phone so much. its been 11days. it feels like forever. so many memories inside the phone. SO MANY. i just wish my phone comes back to me and all the data is still there. curse that person who stole my phone. hope you die. but before u die pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee give back my phone with all the things there. but i know it will never happen. *SIGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and things are different now. people see me differently. haiz. shall not say it. ltr i get more sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;anyways im in love with this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;esp the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won't believe me&lt;br /&gt;And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me do I look ok, I say&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Because you're amazing, just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh, her laugh, she hates but I think it's so sexy&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know, you know, you know, I'd never ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;So, don't even bother asking if you look ok&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll say&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Because you're amazing, just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you are, the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're amazing, just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Because you're amazing, just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are. Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-6557915312001414217?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6557915312001414217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6557915312001414217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/08/haizz.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4907389468596352616</id><published>2010-07-25T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:44:03.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourtism sucks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;racial harmony rawks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i know that was like a week ago but it still rawks kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;today was such an awesome day. like really awesome.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;woke up at 5am.(that part not awesome la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then ard 5.50am amirah called me. and i laughed so much. she still waiting for the train to open. and she lives in toa payoh. so she will take some time to get to yishun. stupid girl. i kept calling her that. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;left the house and searched for blk749. saw jasmine and the other one and her friends. saw jovy, maggie, kuna, kitty, sanjay and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;had to FETCH amirah. yes FETCH her frm the mrt station cos she dont know the place. i cant believe me and jasmine FETCHED her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then missed some briefing cos i had to FETCH someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then went to MCP there cos our checkpoint was there. and we were the road marshalls. and it was so cool. we had this red flag thingy. like so retarded but yet its damn cool. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we slacked in our job. took pictures at the staircase and stuffs. and we gave the people wrong directions. we screwed it up. but nothing new though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aft all the people walk alr, we went to the playground. damn fun sia. we 3 were so retarded(as usual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then got some goody bags. i didnt take much stuffs frm it. and made jasmine hold some of my stuffs. hehe. ima freeloader yea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then went northpoint. go slack. met up with jovy and maggie. slacked. and baby is angry with me cos i nvr meet him ):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ard 12 me, amirah and jasmine left for home. and i didnt watch eclipse today. sorry syafinaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i don't like you. u make me say this. its ur fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;you know the thing i hate abt you is you nvr stick to your plans. you say you want bring me watch movie then in the end nvr go. i hate it. i could have gone with my besty. this is why i have some hatred in you. the reason im breaking some rules is because u never give me wat i want. esp freedom. i hate the fact that u control me all the time. and u favour ur him.&amp;nbsp; i can nver be happy at home.&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/4234697213811950885-4907389468596352616?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4907389468596352616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4907389468596352616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/07/racial-harmony-rawks-i-know-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-858637916357535720</id><published>2010-07-24T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T16:36:20.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s smtg wrong with baby ):'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;im not a regular blogger rite. i know. if i feel like it and have the time,&amp;nbsp;i will blog lor. haha. k anyways, lotsa stuffs been happening in school. the days have been flying so fast. and i need to buck up in my studies. been slacking alot lately. and end of year exam&amp;nbsp;is like 2-3months away. been slacking in eng, maths, humanities, chemistry, art and POA. haiz... i gottta wake up from this. im supposed to study for social studies test but im here slacking. i soooo gotta change my attitude over studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;anyways put those aside. tmr i gotta wake freaking early and gotta be at nee soon community park at 6.30am! tat means i gotta wake up like wat. 5am? i have to spend my sunday waking damn early for stupid CIP hours. and im not the type to wake&amp;nbsp;early. &amp;nbsp;how pathetic can it get. and maybe after the CIP crap, i gonna watch eclipse! yay~ and i not yet watch it . sad rite. gonna watch it with my besty syafinaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;and i hate you. stop bugging me. i dont know wats ur problem kayy but dont try to create a problem.&amp;nbsp;ur eyes aint awesome so stop showing off by&amp;nbsp;staring fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-858637916357535720?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/858637916357535720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/858637916357535720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-regular-blogger-rite.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-9090450938440834583</id><published>2010-06-18T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:49:14.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need freedom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;heylows. im back aft a few days. today is such a boring day. so i shall just blog abt wednesday and thursday aitess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;wednesday, 16June:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;woke up and stuff. then ard 2pm, i went out to meet baby. i was late as usual. heheh. anyways we sat under a blk and slacked. and we walked ard the area then came back to that blk and slacked again. then saw chong weng and levin. chong weng's reactions were so funny. haha. decided to leave ard 5pm. but as usual, the leaving part is always difficult. so i decided to stay till 5.30 then he begged for half an hour more. and soon it became 7.30. and finally we went home. everytime i will say a time to go off but in the end i will go off 2hours later. seriously everytime we meet this will happen. haha anw had a great time him. i always had a great time with him.(: aft i went home, i didnt get scolded by my mum. shocking la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;thursday, 17June:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;woke up dunno wat time. then ard 1.15pm amirah and syafinaz came over to my house. we talked for 15mins then wanted to do work. POA to be exact. but both of them not yet eat so i gave them the food at home. they claimed that the food was awesome. of course wat, my grandmother cook always damn nice one. haha. k aft eat, we STUDIED POA. yes we did study. then ard 3.15 watched ghost movies. Phobia 2. quite nice but it was damn gory. but then aft 1hr the cd like abit corrupted. so sad uhh. then change to another ghost movie. My ex. aft awhile also the cd like corrupted like that. ard 4.45 they wanted to leave. i wanted to meet baby too. so i also left with them. then saw ahkbar. his reaction was quite cute. haha. then met baby. this time he was late. then ard 6, i wanted to go off but as usual i didnt go off at that time. ohh yea. when i was slacking with him, got this indian lady kept staring at us then she told her husband in tamil "look at that 2 under the block. they are so USELESS" . waaaah i got damn irritated. spoilt mine and his mood. anyway aft that i went home ard 8. bought double cheeseburger for me and brother. ate, slept awhile and woke up ard 11 and talked to baby on the phone till 2am. then went to sleeeeeep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;and i wanna go out tmr. i wanna go watch movie with him tmr. i wanna celebrate our 4months together like nice nice one. but i scared my mum wont allow. ): i wanna wanna wanna wanna go out tmr ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-9090450938440834583?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/9090450938440834583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/9090450938440834583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/06/heylows.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1131346150303252633</id><published>2010-06-11T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:51:29.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rather hide it then spoil it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heylowsssssss. (:&lt;br /&gt;its been long since i posted a proper one, yeahh?&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall make a proper post today.&lt;br /&gt;well ystd was a blast. i went out with my cousin. she was so awesome. actually we planned to go out like a month ago. lol. we kinda planned it on my bday. anyway i went dhoby ghaut to meet her. met her ard 12.45. and i waited for her for so long sia... anyway we went to PIZZAHUT to eat. and guess wat? she treated me. why? cos it was sorta a bday present for me. hehehes. loved the food there. awesomeness... oh ya. i told my mum tat i went out with my cousin and went to CAUSEWAY POINT pizzahut. ima big fat liar yeahh? haha. i dont give a damn. while eating her boyfriend and he best friend came. they were so funny esp her boyfriend. they have been together for 7years and gonna get married in 2years time. like so cute sia. haha. then wanted to watch a movie but i had to go somehwere. so i went off at 3.30 to meet baby. (: so ard 4.15 met him and we walked so much. until my feet got blisters. we walked ard bottle tree park then go ard school area then back to bottle tree park. had such a great time with him. and i missed him so much. i nvr see him for 7days. sad uhhh. anyways, i couldnt tell the truth to him. im scared it might spoil the happiness. im just gonna keep it with myself.but i stiil feel horrible lying to him. ): anyway i went back home at ard 8pm. and i told my mum that aft lunch with her, i went to watch a movie and she treated me dinner too. lol wat a liar rite. hahas. well thats ystd.&lt;br /&gt;today nth much. just rotted to death. ohhh yea.. the most embarrassing thing happened just now. i was so bored that i was playing a song and singing to it. and i cant sing. i really really sing. and i went to my brothers room and started singing loudly. and guess wat?! he was talking on the phone using loudspeakers. and that dude he was speaking to heard that and asked who it was. and i went OMG OMG OMG!@!@ EMBARRASSING SIA!! really fucked up. hahas. okayys. i gotta go now. buhhbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1131346150303252633?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1131346150303252633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1131346150303252633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/06/heylowsssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2470012002592457380</id><published>2010-06-09T17:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:21:37.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared the truth might brings us to an end.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;hey hey. im back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;just came back to singapore from bali on 08/06/10 at 2am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;bali was awesomly fun. really great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;but of cos i missed someone lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;but put that aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;had real fun with kitty the most. the food was nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;everything was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; im still tired and shall leave now. bye bye (:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and i hate the fact that i lied to him. i feel so horrible lying to him. its just that im scared if i tell him the truth. im scared that he get the wrong idea. im scared that we might come to an end.&amp;nbsp; and i seriously dont want that to happen. i know its kinda hard to believe when i tell u truth. because people can get the wrong idea easily. i just hopes he doesnt think wrongly. i hope he will understand it when i tell him the truth. hope nth will happen. because i will never ever do anything to hurt u.&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/4234697213811950885-2470012002592457380?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2470012002592457380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2470012002592457380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1682393932738665803</id><published>2010-05-31T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:19:03.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woken up with a smile.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;hey hey. im back. and my blog wasnt dead k. get that in ur head. it was just having its beauty sleep :D so im here blogging coz i was forced to by jasmine vanita. nahhh. not really. my life is great. really great. and i really dont know what to say. so ima gonna come back ltr and update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jasmine, dont forget to buy me a souvenir from india.&lt;br /&gt;and congratz to amirah for officially attached with addam.&lt;br /&gt;and to kitty,&amp;nbsp; hope you alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be back ltr (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1682393932738665803?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1682393932738665803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1682393932738665803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6136017305765477582</id><published>2010-03-22T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:36:03.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colourful-ish'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;hellosh. im blogging aft quite long. not really cos my previous post wasnt that long ago. well that day, i had a most sucking day(not really la. just that one part of the night). i panicked over something. was super stress.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;anyway life have been great. school life is normal. get scolded in some lessons for talking. life with him is awesome. love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;today is the 1st day of term 2. nothing new. missed a few lots. went school tiredly. ask me why. cos i only had 2hrs or less sleep. why? cos i was watching 3idiots movie last night.&amp;nbsp; movie was funny and nonsense. okay back to today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; hmmm lets see. morning had hair checks and all. luckily ms. chan nvr check our class girls' skirt. if not i kena. anyway aft that was pe. today pe was more tiring than the other days. maybe for 1 week we all were lazy pigs and barely did anything. haha. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;so skip forwad to tamil class. omg parimalam is such an ass. KNN la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; aft that was maths. got scolded within the first 5mins of lesson. actually we did no lesson today. haha yay! so cool. then aft school go see anisa cos she called me. and daniel was there. he look at me as if he wanna kill me. lol. but ya. aft a while slack slack in canteen went up to tamil class. fuck that bitch la. asshole. irritating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;then aft 1hr of pure shitness waited for my love. then went off to slack and stuff as usual. but i was so tireddd. haiyaz, and tmr is another school day. dam. i gotta do some homework now. but im just too lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: right;"&gt;ps: finally a proper post aft weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: right;"&gt;ps: ps: jasmine and me are total number one dumbos. wanna know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;she was telling me abt smtg abt this girl which is a horrible news. and we were so called gossiping abt her. we gave a nickname to her 'chicken'. and the worst part was the person we were gossiping was actually beside us. and jasmine kinda talked loud. so there wasnt much use of the nickname cos i think she heard everything. we are that stupid and dumb. and we have so many inside jokes. only we understand.&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/4234697213811950885-6136017305765477582?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6136017305765477582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6136017305765477582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/03/hellosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6135054622516679300</id><published>2010-03-19T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:06:21.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1month annivesary ; STRESS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;STRESS! OMFG! SUPER STRESSED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HELP ME SOMEONE&amp;nbsp; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4234697213811950885-6135054622516679300?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6135054622516679300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6135054622516679300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/03/stress-omfg-super-stressed-help-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4914037843984717611</id><published>2010-03-05T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:22:27.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wierdos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;heyylows. im so happy. i dont know why. im a weirdo. im like stuck to the word 'weirdo' . school was okay i guess. POA:: cheated in test. MATHS:: boring. RECESS:: didnt see him. so sad. ART:: funny cos of mr.kris and mr.fahmi. they were being mean to shahrul. hahas. he is only one in my group who got B for art. and the reason was because mr.kris doesnt feel like giving him an A. and its was so funny, i tell u. finally he got a A. wierdos la. ENGLISH:: shockingly i did my homework. but i heck care abt it. useless teacher . make everyone fail. USELESS WIERDO. FREAK!. MT:: lame. hate her to the ultra core. aft sch couldnt see him. then went to anisa's hse like 2.30. did nth much. like ard 4 went down with anisa just to talk talk cos its so freaking noisy. stuuuupid drills and construction. screw it. anyway she was talking abt arjun. that fellow is so weird. seriously. wierdo. and OMG. im like sooo dumb. getting dumber and dumber each day. he msg me saying he got &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;promoted&lt;/span&gt; to 1st sgt. and i replied, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;wow congratz. wait is that a gd thing?&lt;/span&gt; HOW DUMB CAN I GET?! haiyaz..and oooooh. jasmine and me were like complimenting on ourself. wierdos rite? i know. anyway me and jasmine are getting so wierd and dumb day by day. and..... i shall end here with a great big smile. byes. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4914037843984717611?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4914037843984717611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4914037843984717611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/03/heyylows.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6588699744985168186</id><published>2010-03-04T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:37:07.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessed with dress'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYY !! im like super hyper now. because today was super awsome. school was okay as normal. and then had to go suntec city for some career thing. spent 1 hr or less walking ard aimlessly. jasmine was the funniest. had so much laughters. then aft awhile got bored. so me and jasmine and kitty went down to just walk ard. maybe shopping like that uh. but kitty had to go somewhere and only left me and jasmine. this is where the best part happens. me and jasmine went to some clothes store and looked for nice nice dress or tops and then searched for a dressing room. aft finding a nice dress or tops we wore it in the dressing room and took pics. this is called wearing over-priced clothes that we cant afford and taking pictures. seriously we went to 3 shops. it was so awsome and major fun. jasmine claimed that we were so hot and sexy. hahas. today was so fun and just amazing way to spend time with one of my dearest friend.&lt;br /&gt;these are the 'hot and sexy' pictures that jasmine claims to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-V93-WbKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iegCXuB_xWs/s1600-h/Sweet+Memories928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-V93-WbKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iegCXuB_xWs/s320/Sweet+Memories928.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-W4VaMWRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7u1LJ7Bkaoc/s1600-h/Sweet+Memories933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-W4VaMWRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7u1LJ7Bkaoc/s320/Sweet+Memories933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i look so fat. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-XWQSdNMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9YBXVeEb0w4/s1600-h/Sweet+Memories934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-XWQSdNMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9YBXVeEb0w4/s320/Sweet+Memories934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-X4IGPe3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/U7dfQev3aZE/s320/Sweet+Memories937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-Y3chaEPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ynKE-eUSjtg/s1600-h/Sweet+Memories940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-Y3chaEPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ynKE-eUSjtg/s320/Sweet+Memories940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-YFsCrJbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/la18xPDg9qg/s1600-h/Sweet+Memories938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-YFsCrJbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/la18xPDg9qg/s320/Sweet+Memories938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we so love that dress. but sadly its $129. skrew the people la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haiyaz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-6588699744985168186?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6588699744985168186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6588699744985168186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/03/heyy-im-like-super-hyper-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/S4-V93-WbKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iegCXuB_xWs/s72-c/Sweet+Memories928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2113000656953145114</id><published>2010-03-03T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:53:30.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iloveyou'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyys! never blog for like few days. still stressed up. and OMG! i passed my history. its shocking cos, i studied last min and got 17/25. the previous test i studied damn hard and i got 7/25. see the huge difference? hahas. anyways. so far my test reults are fine except english. it sucks big time. and i mean it. i got 9/25 and 6/25. see how horrible it is. need to brush up my english. need to change english teacher luhh. stupid sia he. anyways. 4 bitches in sec2 are wanting to make problem with me. lifeless freaks! go get a life la. i know one of them hated me cos she was simply jealous of smtg/someone. so i dont care u hate me or wat. just mind your bloody business la. and pls stop lying and making rumours. he wont believe ur crap and only believe me. anyway dont wanna spoil my mood cos of them. im like so happy these few days. i mean aft school. so yaaaa. nth else to say aready. so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-2113000656953145114?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2113000656953145114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2113000656953145114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/03/heyys-never-blog-for-like-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-852325574708928298</id><published>2010-02-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:28:59.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys! i nvr blog for like one week right. hahas cos i was busy. school was stressful for the past one week. really stressful. but aft school not stress anymore cos of ahems. monday to thursday , he send me home . so sweet uhh. but so sad he got NCC on friday. i tell u uhh. he is so damn sweet. like really. he make me smile like so much. hahas. k anyways school has been a total shit. too many tests coming up. i will confirm fail my history test again. haiyazz.. and getting scolded in class. actually okay la, cos its kinda our fault too. actually i dont know what to write. if i talk about school life, vulgar words will come out. if i talk about someone then ltr my hand pain. so i will just go off now. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-852325574708928298?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/852325574708928298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/852325574708928298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/02/heys-i-nvr-blog-for-like-one-week-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3616544459017787594</id><published>2010-02-20T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:52:35.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hellosh! ystd did nth much but msg someone. he is so damn sweet , i tell u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and ystd &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;19February2010&lt;/span&gt;, i have been having this weird feeling the whole day. and then i realised smtg. ilovehim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hahas. really uhh, he damn sweet. every sweet thing he says, i will be like awwwwwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;k today, 20February2010, woke up by someone's msg. then i realised tat i was sick. got bad headache and fever. then someone so caring uhh. he say maybe cos i miss him. hahas cute ah. anywayy. im like super bored. watching some random movies online. im yet to do my homework. but im just simply lazy to do it. in fact, i dont even know what homework i got. do i even have homework? im THAT blurr . so...im off to get some entertainment!&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/4234697213811950885-3616544459017787594?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3616544459017787594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3616544459017787594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellosh-ystd-did-nth-much-but-msg.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6580430332894642616</id><published>2010-02-18T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:13:26.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worth a million smiles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;HELLOWS! my com is virus-free finally. and sorry but im in a super hyper mood. you wanna knoe why?&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;i went out with &lt;/span&gt;someone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahahas. ystd &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; msg. like so cute like that.&amp;nbsp; hahahas. then today i was blushing so much. haha very shyy. but he also la. anyway &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; went chong pang together with his friends to celebrate some wierdo's bday. then i didnt feel like staying there so &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; and one his friend walked to northpoint. on the way got this weird lady. she was like ''why cant u give 2dollar to that man(he didnt have a arm). how would you feel if u didnt have a arm?'' thn asks the 3 of us if we got 2dollar or not. then we say no. and she was like listen jesus, u will have to punish them and do what is right and blah blah blah(slowly walk away). omg she so scary . and then &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; was like comforting me by saying dont be scared okay she abit crazy. so cute rite? hahas. then they 2 making fun of her. i laughed so much. then headed to library. they did maths and i just stared at them. then some of his friends came. felt uncomfortable again. so i told &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;can go somewhere else. then &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; walk walk then we walked to a busstop and took bus home. and &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; accompanied me all the way to my blk. so sweet uhh. and the lift opened and i was like awww must i go? i didnt even realise that i spent 2hours with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. hahas currently smiling to myself. hahas cute ah he. kk bye i gotta go get a life now. so ciaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-6580430332894642616?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6580430332894642616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6580430332894642616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellows-my-com-is-virus-free-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4084492604586281464</id><published>2010-02-06T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:31:30.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling for you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heylow. im here to post so i can prove people that im not that lazy . so today did nth much. watched taare zameen par online. suddenly felt like watching that movie. i cried when i watched it. its so damn nice. i so so love that movie. never fail to make me tear. and aft that i was like so bored. bored to death. actually more like bored to sleep. so woke up ard 8.30pm and ate MAC &amp;lt;3. i loved the ice milo. so awsome and refreshing. aft that splash msged me. damn bastard la. weirdo! freak! then msged kitty. ultra bored. and her chuuu is so sweet. i cant believe he is that sweet. another weirdo. boring sia. dont feel like going school nor staying at home . i wanna go out but the weather is oh-so hot. life sucks. got many upcoming tests. feel like running away and living in someone's house who is rich. and i wont have to study and i will get what i want. then life will be awsome. *sighs* too bad its just a dream. okay im starting to talk nonsense. so ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4084492604586281464?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4084492604586281464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4084492604586281464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/02/heylow.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-7954321088441499359</id><published>2010-02-05T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:00:41.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe i am'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;hellos. i never post for few day. you know why? simple. cause im just simply too lazy. so lets see. okay lemme just say the highlights of the week.&lt;/span&gt; sec3 tamil express people almost got detention for 2 days. so the girls went to talk to mr.apollos(watever his crap name is). so aft talking for like 30 mins. got out of it. once he started talking, he can never find a end in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and i think im kinda falling for ******. ohmygawd! what am i saying! but he okay okay looking . quite cute also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; hahaha. so tried to smile at him today. i think i did. his friends kinda have no life. seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;and i am just pissed off with my class. not only me. complain for everything also. that bitch is damn rude. talk watever comes to her mouth. think first before you speak la bitch. ur words may mean nothing to you but to another its damn hurtful. so stop it. stop being irritating and hurting others and stop being self centered. change ur fucking attitude first then complain about others. think your so damn smart right then get ur fucking definition of gossip properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;when you know your wrong you dont admit it. oh so if you shout means you are always right issit? get the fucking fact that your not always right bitch. nvm its a good thing since she is changing class asap. hope she is approved to change. 1 bitch lesser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;im falling in love with 'falling for you' song by colbie calliat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know but I think I maybe&lt;br /&gt;Fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;Keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;Waiting til I know you better&lt;br /&gt;I am trying&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of what youll say&lt;br /&gt;So Im hiding what Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;But Im tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Ive been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;Ive been waiting all my life and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;Fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;As Im standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pull me towards you&lt;br /&gt;And we start to dance&lt;br /&gt;All around us I see nobody&lt;br /&gt;Here in silence&lt;br /&gt;Its just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Im trying&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of what youll say&lt;br /&gt;So Im hiding what Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;But Im tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Ive been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;Ive been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just cant take it&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing&lt;br /&gt;The emotions keep spilling out&lt;br /&gt;Ive been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;Ive been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;Im fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just cant hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just cant hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think Im fallin for you&lt;br /&gt;Im fallin for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;amazing song (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-7954321088441499359?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7954321088441499359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7954321088441499359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1260216306401596765</id><published>2010-01-31T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:04:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;okay school life sucks. officially sucks. hate seeing some people faces and hate the shit they say and do. irritating fucktarts. get your own life and stop irritating others losers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;30Jan; Sat: cousin's ROM. so hadda wake up early and go her house. so ya went there. at first boring uhh. then i saw this crazy girl (anisa) . then had fun doing nonsense. played stupid games. ate lunch in huge plate with my cousins. the food was seriously awsome. okay then just talked, played more. talked to anisa about some things. so we are getting kinda close. like so cool. okay la not really. then ard 12 celebrated cousin's surprise birthday party. sooo awsome. had water balloons flying here and there at peoples. esp at kaka. dinesh was the funniest. chase him all the way and he tried threatening me with his water balloon. and ended up bursting in his face and i took the opportunity to hit him with my water balloon. i laughed so damn much. funny sia. then they left at 2pm. and all slept only at ard 3am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;31Jan; Sun: woke up at 9.30am. ard 2pm went my house. ate and left at 5pm. was so boring at my house. someone had to be so irritating. then went to the jetty at khatib. it was so cooling. cousins had fun. i had fun taking pictures. and im just lazy to type anymore. its actually very fun uhh. the weekend was awsome. weeeeee i love my cousins. random but true la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ohhh!! i almost forgot. i tried straightening my hair. i liked it. sooo nice. so i wanna rebond my hair soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1260216306401596765?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1260216306401596765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1260216306401596765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-school-life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-5639777242463395863</id><published>2010-01-28T18:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:25:08.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;hey peeps. am back from school. kinda boring and sleepy uhh. was still sick. been sick from like last saturday morning. and im still sick. sad ahh.&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; POA was alright. as usual didnt understand a fuck. just copied watever its written.&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;chemistry : boring. then recess!! but still no mood for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;then got some malay dudes from 4T1 who is seriously annoying. they know me and my name. and its fucking wierd cos i dont know who the fuck are they and how the fuck they know me. seriously everytime they see me, they will be farhana, isnt that farhana. fucking irritating. i dont even know them sia. okay lets leave those losers aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;english : sucks. and every english lesson i will be talking and not listening. why? cos he is simply that boring. physics: had test. i beleive i can do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;history: errrm. mr tan's lessons are getting fun-er and disgusting. but hey, its still fun and interesting. lol.&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;and had form tcher period before assembly. and guess what?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt; i passed my maths.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; and not just a pass but i did it like awsome. 31/40!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;people in pure classes are failing and doing more shit than us. am so proud of our class (actually not so)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;assembly: seriously shit. took so much of our time. apolos (watever his crap name is) talks alot shit. dont we know what for we come school. hellooo! we got brains. just cos some bastards doesnt use it means we dont. just so irritaing to listen to him. aiyaazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; then went back to class for deco. then met dhurgaaa. then went back school awhile to do a little more deco. then went to mac to meet anisa, sridevi, dhurga, rimsha, siva. (: then left ard 5.10pm. and i got tons of hmwk and i need to talk to someone. like now. so ya..bye!&lt;/span&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/4234697213811950885-5639777242463395863?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5639777242463395863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5639777242463395863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4377563941807181097</id><published>2010-01-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:58:40.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;gonna be a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;i passed my POA! lol i got 14/20.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;not bad for someone who dont understand any shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; the best part is my class all passed and all no need go to remedial.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;but am super scared for my maths and english. the english summary was a fucking killer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; understood nothing. if i failed my english horribly then im not surprised, at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; so had throat pain again. sad ahh. used a piece of paper to communicate. like so cool. hahah kays i gotta do my hmwk now. sad ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-4377563941807181097?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4377563941807181097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4377563941807181097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/01/gonna-be-short-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6836329563223192867</id><published>2010-01-23T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:20:24.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathetic.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was so awwsome. except the school part. during school hours had major major bad headache and stomach ache. sad ahh. during recess time stayed in class trying to finish tamil mind-map. so yeahh aft school stayed back awhile. acompanyed syafidah and kitty. aft kitty went for npcc me and syafidah went off. i met dhurga. then we went to her house. got nth better to do so we went cycling. wow it was awwsome. its been like years since i last rode a bike. aft that went back to her house.then her mom came she was friendly but she looked super scary. aft that went outside school waited for anisa and sridevi. we hadda wait for like 45mins. sad ahh. then they came out. sridevi was talking to her friend. then the best thing happened. anisa and dhurga and me made priyalatha sooo freaking pissed off and jealous. haha was seriously hell load of fun. should have seen her face. was so so so damn happy. thanks to anisa and dhurga (: then headed to NP. anisa wanted to borrow vaaranam aayiram cd. then sridevi went home and anisa dhurga and me headed to anisa's house. was so fun uhh. then someone called say later want to see me. so me and anisa sent dhurga to a bus stop. called him so many times then never pick up -.- then ard 10pm went down. anisa was like a life saver even though the reason she gave was ultra lame and pathetic it actually worked. sooo went down saw him....and it was pathetic. damn damn pathetic. seriously fucking pathetic. PATHETIC YOU KNOW!! aiyazzz .sad ahh.&lt;br /&gt;and today. i am currently having a terrible headache. even worse than ystd. and also having a horrible throat pain and having minor a fever too.. sad ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-6836329563223192867?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6836329563223192867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6836329563223192867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-was-so-awwsome.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-5787516917157518276</id><published>2010-01-21T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:42:13.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was supposed to post ystd but i was busy talking to someone. okay lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;14Jan; thurs: it was anisa's bday. so happy belated bday. and i gave my present to her. her reactions was damn nice. she had many surprises too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;15Jan; fri: anisa sweet sixteen bday party. was so totally awsome. my cousins and kaka fella and dinesh fella was so funny and entertaining. then ard 1am went to scary places. was spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;16Jan; sat: cant rmb much. the guys went swimming but me and anisa didnt cos no swimming costumes. sad ahh. anw me and anisa had great time laughing cos kaka was so ridiculously funny. then went to scary places and to the beach with cousins and aunties and uncles and kaka and dinesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;17Jan; sun: sad day cos we hadda go home. sad ahh. went hime then went to seletar beach with cousins and aunties and uncles. fun like seriously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;18Jan; mon: very wierd day i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;19Jan; tues: started off well. then msged dhurga(affair. lol) thn aft that got a msg from kitty abt something. i was in a 'wat the hell' mood. couldnt eat properly. then i had to do what i needed to do. so i did it. called using public phone. wasnt easy at all. but aft that i didnt know if i did the right thing. but i was happy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;20Jan; wed: "you are happy now right, then you did the right decision" says kitty. and i think she was right. thankyou so much for everything ahh. fun talking to someone (: but sad ahh , i hadda use public phone. and it was so irritaing cos i waited 20mins for some ooru lady to finish talking on the public phone and the best part was he didnt pick up. sad ahh. ohh yes almost forgot. anisa, sri devi, dhurga, siva and me were kinda slacking under a block. but but i felt soo odd there. seriously like an extra kind of feeling. but fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;21Jan; thurs: phone battery is currently flat cos someone needed charger. so i lend it. went on a study-date with dhurga. very interesting. and wasnt that bad though. she wrote 1 sentence and she memorised it and i did one question of maths. not bad ahh. and we kept saying sad ahh. all thanks to anisa for making me addicted to that 'sad ahhh' feel like killing her. and waited for 40mins plus cos that same ooru lady was talking. irritaing ahh. so i got fed up and came home. and here i am. ima off to do my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ps:: im so gonna fail POA and maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-5787516917157518276?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5787516917157518276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5787516917157518276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-supposed-to-post-ystd-but-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6704716273712006062</id><published>2010-01-13T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:52:34.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly i wanna say sorry cos i might have asked rudely to tell me the actual reason. actually i already know what it was and who it was. obviously you two were lying la. it was very obvious who it was and you were just trying to hide the real reason for my sake. i just wished you told me cos firstly, i already know so no point hiding and secondly , i will have someone to cry to. seriously after you left i was just crying to myself. wished you were there by my side to comfort me. had no mood already. i thought 2010 will be great and i wouldnt cry for all those things. but unfortunately its begining to suck alot. so just dont bother hiding it anymore. and im sorry if i asked you rudely to tell. i didnt mean to sound angry towards you. i was just angry at myself. sorry kay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-6704716273712006062?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6704716273712006062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6704716273712006062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/01/firstly-i-wanna-say-sorry-cos-i-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8810188237923664458</id><published>2010-01-05T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:53:12.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AM BACK. was too tired to post. ystd and today was kinda boring. except the see my new classmates parts and .... talking and crapping with them. the check was like irritating. luckily never kena my skirt (: but the teachers like so damn strict. i hadda pin up my fringe. some teachers were just playing stupidly irritating. 1 small strand of hair come down then say cannot and MUST pin up. sooo irritating la and its not even touching the eyes nor the eyebrows. the sch rules was "fringe cannot touch the eyes" and the tchers are going sooo far. seriously got so emotional that jasmine told me to relax so many times. all because of that stupid bitch principal. got no life then want to spoil ours. she so old ready right then what for still living in this world?! just go fuck off la and dont irritate our lives can! okay getting too emotional again. aft sch had stupid dlite. wanna quit so badly. probably next week i will quit. crapped with kitty like lots esp in that studio room. then homed like 6.15. like sooo damn tired sia. stupid sch!! sec3 officially sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8810188237923664458?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8810188237923664458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8810188237923664458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-7522527712617125891</id><published>2010-01-01T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:23:11.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!@!@!@!#@!@#!@r%$!@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;okay im just so excited that its new year. this new year was awsome. cos most of my cousins came. usually my new year will be like watch countdown in tv. see some fireworks nearby at home then scream happy new year then sleep. but this year was awwwsome. too lazy to write so just check anisa's blog (: and when its was 0000hrs exactly me , anisa, and anis were all screaming HAPPY NEW YEAR outside my room window at the top of our lungs. then we saw fireworks at johor. awsome-ness.&amp;nbsp; i was literally jumping up and down and shouting happy new year to everyone at home. lol. fun though. and on a new year got full moon. how cool is that?!? so we were wishing on the stars. so me anis and anisa were still awake while the rest slept. then ard 3am anisa got a call from daniel. then me and anis talked to each other on the phone even though we were just 2 seats away from each other. lame but yet funny. then we all like slept ard 5.15am? like soooo fun you know. so yeahhh still kinda tired now so ima off to laze ard.. so bye and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!@#!@#!$!@$#$@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ps:. look at the date at the top of this post. 2010!R%^#$!@!@#$!%$@ sorry just too excited :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-7522527712617125891?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7522527712617125891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/7522527712617125891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-yearr-okay-im-just-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3693612046226055957</id><published>2009-12-30T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:42:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yay~~ i got a study table and a spinning chair! been asking for that two for like 3years? anyway i dont think i will use the study much though. but i have the spinning chair! hahaha very fun just spin left and right. okay childish much? i dont care la but sure is fun (: i like today's weather. its cloudy and no sunlight. i hate the sun . me no likey. and somemore the wind is so cooling. so 2009 gonna finish in 2 days. and 2010 will come next. you know what that means? 2012 is getting nearer. ouhhmygawd i dont want die so fast. but i actually dont really believe that 2012 is the last year. but then you will never know if its true. okay im currently creeping myself out. im chatting with my loooong time best friend . i knew her for like7years. and still having contact with her. but never see her for like 2 years. miss her so much. the only time i saw her was last year tchers day. i still rmb all the things we did together. broom fights (: &lt;b&gt;miss&lt;/b&gt;her&lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;effing&lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt;sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-3693612046226055957?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3693612046226055957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3693612046226055957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-i-got-study-table-and-spinning.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3493016192601989876</id><published>2009-12-30T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:29:11.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ily.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JASMINE VANITA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; if i was to talk how great you are then its pretty much endless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;so just have a great awwsome day ahead. iloveyou my bestiefriend (: rock your day kayy.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; and 5 more days to school. loving it and hating it all at the same time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;loving it cos i get to see kitty, jasmine, amirah , get to slack and crapp with them, escaping the boredom at home, escaping the housework.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;hating it cos i have to wake up very very very very very early and have to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;some people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; and i have to study and all the damn homework the teachers will dunk us. &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;okay ima off to watch some movie in starmovies. ciaoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-3493016192601989876?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3493016192601989876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3493016192601989876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-jasmine-vanita.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-6838825735061818015</id><published>2009-12-29T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:22:10.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;okayy i just went&amp;nbsp; www.jaysean.com. it was just a random try and i didnt know he had a website. so just tried randomly and there was. yaaay~&amp;nbsp; just going there and exploring stuffs. (: and he support cancer patients. he started this cancer awarness campaign . awwwww. so helpful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4234697213811950885-6838825735061818015?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6838825735061818015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/6838825735061818015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/okayy-i-just-went-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-4511487348708541254</id><published>2009-12-29T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:46:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;im crazily madly in love with jay sean. he is so hawwt and so very cute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;love his songs too. his singing is amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;down, maybe, im gone, do you remember, all or nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;are some of his awwwwsome songs. i so love him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;been listening to his songs since afternoon till now. they rock cause he sang it. duhh. you seriously can melt away from just listening to his voice.&lt;/span&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/4234697213811950885-4511487348708541254?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4511487348708541254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/4511487348708541254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-crazily-madly-in-love-with-jay-sean.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-5928438523636142586</id><published>2009-12-28T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:28:05.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colourful (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;okayy, i dont remember half the things i wrote yst. i guess i was too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; anyways, i so want my specs now. eyesight getting worse. damn la. sooner or later i need to wear specs permanently. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ouhhmygawd. i dont want wear permanently! like sooo not me. well i already told my mum that i lost my specs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;when i told her 1 month ago, a volcano erupted . that time when i told her i said i lost it recently but i lost it a year ago. how pathetic. lost my specs within 6months&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;okayy bored now. ima off to a watch movieeeeee. ciaoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-5928438523636142586?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5928438523636142586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/5928438523636142586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/okayy-i-dont-remember-half-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-8130654849008176926</id><published>2009-12-27T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:49:18.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun lying.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;okay let me blog about past 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;25dec: went to mums friend's place. went with mum aunty and uncle and brother. had fun esp with aunty. she was doing some nonsense la. and was laughing so much la. okay then went to aunty shop in bedok. went with father and brother. saw most of my cousins there. was fun. i was the part time manager and part time cashier :D then aft staying there for so long went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;26dec: went out with cousins, aunty and 2 of their friends joined too. the whole day i have been lying. told mum that i went causeway to eat in banquet with cousins. but i actually went to northpoint to watch alvin and the chipmunks. before that went burger king to eat. bought cheeeeeeseburger. then went ard NP cos we still had time. then went to theatre. i had no interest in that movie. but i got to say theadore the green chipmunk was sooo cute. and alanore(dont know how to spell) the girl version of the green one was sooo cute. then went to 292 cos one of their friend wanted to reborn hair. and it was like evening already. called mum say i eating swensons. and then i wanted to stay in cousins house but surely my mum wont let. so for like a hour we all thinking how to persuade her and all. then we went to my house somehow persuade her ready. blah blah blah. went there. watched hangover. it was NC16 but i was like heck care la. so watched it . super funny. esp the ending. but i swear when i saw the ending i was like wat the fuck?! when they say NC16 they really mean NC16 la. then rest went to sleep except me and rahima akka. was talking from 2am to 4.30am or so. she was talking about her life mostly boyfriend. and suddenly laughed for no reason. went to kitchen grabbed some feraro rochiet(i swear i dont know how to spell).&amp;nbsp; eat eat eat. talk talk talk then sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;27dec: woke up 11.06. amazingly still can wake up early. talk talk talk watch movies. watched about 3 movies. then ard 9pm reached home. got more to tell but too tireddddd. so bye!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;and btw i dont care who wins SG Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-8130654849008176926?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8130654849008176926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/8130654849008176926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-let-me-blog-about-past-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3214584424433532141</id><published>2009-12-25T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:43:58.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS! okay running out of time to update. just a quick and short post. ystd went to chong pang to cut hair. that stupid fucking hairdresser dont know the fucking meaning of layercut. she cute thin. at least she cut fringe ok la. but later go home i kinda like my hair. but she cut in length too ): so i kinda take back whatever i said about her. but still she is stupid idiot. so sad my hair is abit short. okay i need to go somewhere now. so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-3214584424433532141?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3214584424433532141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3214584424433532141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-okay-running-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-3026384941567360711</id><published>2009-12-24T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:00:34.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am back~ just now i was watching the 10x10 in mtv. they were showing 2009 top 10 sexiest man or smtg like that.&lt;br /&gt;5th place - taylor launter. he deserves to be at least 3rd!&lt;br /&gt;4th place - chace crawfford. ok la. cute though.&lt;br /&gt;3rd place - bill smtg. the person who sings in tokio hotel. tat guy is like fucking gay! he dont deserve to be here! taylor launter supposed to be here!!&lt;br /&gt;2nd place - justin timberlake&lt;br /&gt;1st place - robbert pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part is lil wayne was like 8th place or smtg. eeeeee he is so ugly . ppl these days got no life.&lt;br /&gt;and im finally finished my homeworks .weeeeeeeeeeeeee (: &lt;br /&gt;another important thing is joshua and katee split up. i mean the 'so you think you can dance' competion. they changed partners ): they were like my favourite. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;okay i dont wat to say aedi so bye wierdos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-3026384941567360711?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3026384941567360711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/3026384941567360711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-back-just-now-i-was-watching-10x10.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-2584233443251100357</id><published>2009-12-24T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:50:04.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes its me again. im so bored... imagine this : you wake so damn early and you find yourself alone in the house. and you feel sleepy but when you try closing your eyes to sleep, you just cant sleep. and knowing that your stomach is aching for food and there's nothing to eat at home. &lt;b&gt;how boring is that and irritating is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-2584233443251100357?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2584233443251100357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/2584233443251100357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-its-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1705497754036723310</id><published>2009-12-24T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:14:33.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;im bored, alone at home, sleepy, lazy and hungry right now. its shocking to see me awake at this time. i woke up at 9.10am. shocking uhh? okay byez...ill be back for better post? maybe la. dont expect much from this lazy pig (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234697213811950885-1705497754036723310?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1705497754036723310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1705497754036723310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-bored-alone-at-home-sleepy-lazy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-365568696719625820</id><published>2009-12-23T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:53:40.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loves'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i miss amirah! i love arguing with her and in the end i will be like no point talking to you la. the way she argues is so cute and funny. and i miss her nonsense so much. the things we talk make no sense at all but we find it super funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i miss jasmine! i love the way she talks. her slang is super coooool and funny. and she does this super cute and innocent voice. i miss talking to her. i miss her sacarsm lots too. miss the moments insulting others(bitches) together.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i miss kitty! i love the crapps we do together. miss those moments when we do stupid stuffs. we laugh at small things and things tat are probably not funny at all. when we start talking we will talk about things tat are not even related to what we were talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;miss those 3 lots lots. miss the moments we laughed together and sharing the memories together. and the memories will keep increasing because next year we all are in one same class. the chaos done by us is just un-imaginable. iloveyous (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;random uhh? not really(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4234697213811950885-365568696719625820?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/365568696719625820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/365568696719625820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-amirah-i-love-arguing-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234697213811950885.post-1919458548770646494</id><published>2009-12-22T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:44:12.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamland'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;heyylows. today's gonna be another short one too. well woke up at 1.30pm or so. then anis and arif came. did my tamil hmwk , the form the sentence thingy. well i only did 5 of them cos anis was distracting me. he was talking about something then he talked about SURYA! and then i was like omg hotstuff. then he showed me the hasile fisile video. omg he's so HOT! and obviously i was drooling. then ard 4.50pm they left. went to get ready cos i was going causeway with family. by 6.30pm i was ready and waiting for father to come home. and guess wat. we not going out today. wtf got ready for nth. irrritating sia. then like 7pm my cousin came. she actually dont know why she came here. she came from telok blangah to khatib. then she realised she dont know why she came here. so she like just drop by a visit here. so she was like talking to me. she talked about her life then went to boyfriend then from there it went to history of singapore. i dont know how but ya. then from there to surya! and then i went to my dreamland (: and i was like smiling to myself. and she took picture of me but i swear i didnt know. i was so deep in my dreamland just thinking of SURYA. aft a while she left and here i am. okay its not a short post afterall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SzCvsnmsd_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ayg6S85XEr4/s1600-h/Sweet+Memories334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/SzCvsnmsd_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ayg6S85XEr4/s320/Sweet+Memories334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just me and mr.hotstuff&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/4234697213811950885-1919458548770646494?l=imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1919458548770646494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234697213811950885/posts/default/1919458548770646494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfect-lifee.blogspot.com/2009/12/heyylows.html' title=''/><author><name>Farhanaaaa</name><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/_IZtX34mnEw8/SpzXmaC14XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bYzPq2MPi5M/S220/heart..the+help+of+mirror.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IZtX34mnEw8/SzCvsnmsd_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ayg6S85XEr4/s72-c/Sweet+Memories334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
