<?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-1553248453103087645</id><updated>2012-02-13T05:58:35.977-08:00</updated><category term='Cos those words make me numb.'/><category term='guys are jerks :D'/><category term='Thank god'/><category term='Tmr is tearsday'/><category term='Its okay cos I think god can explain'/><category term='a new start.'/><category term='seeing your face and my mind is a drive away. :P'/><category term='But it already do sucks when u left.'/><category term='I&apos;m bck to my oldself :D'/><category term='Tragedy'/><category term='you belong with me :)'/><category term='mr soldier :)'/><category term='You&apos;re more stupid than a retard'/><category term='i&apos;m yours soon'/><category term='Cos its obvious u&apos;re not coming back.'/><category term='I miss you so much. :('/><category term='idr:)'/><category term='Cos the truth hurts.'/><category term='cos i got to knw what makes me unbeautiful.'/><category term='Life need a move on :D'/><category term='You can say all you want but my skin is really thick.'/><category term=':P'/><category term='IDR'/><category term='So wht you make a better bitch.'/><category term='let&apos;s be nothing :)'/><category term='Cos you change your mind like a girl'/><category term='No suprises.'/><category term='Well'/><category term='hello reality :D'/><category term='Can&apos;t you see that I&apos;m the one who understand you?'/><category term='gossips and relationships sucks.'/><category term='But you&apos;re just a boy and you don&apos;t understand.'/><category term='Wait for you.'/><category term='You gave love a bad name. 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Nana (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6814921837046374015</id><published>2012-02-13T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T05:58:35.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Qw74zTCu4I0/TzkXCtRZMHI/AAAAAAAABQs/j-f07795cfo/s640/blogger-image-12401120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Qw74zTCu4I0/TzkXCtRZMHI/AAAAAAAABQs/j-f07795cfo/s640/blogger-image-12401120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-6814921837046374015?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6814921837046374015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6814921837046374015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6814921837046374015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6814921837046374015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Qw74zTCu4I0/TzkXCtRZMHI/AAAAAAAABQs/j-f07795cfo/s72-c/blogger-image-12401120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1303574288820335759</id><published>2012-01-07T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:19:12.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YnodGiveJr4/TwiZXCCWQeI/AAAAAAAABQk/LYzpgUyA7Jo/s1600/tumblr_lxe2g3anaw1qm6oc3o1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YnodGiveJr4/TwiZXCCWQeI/AAAAAAAABQk/LYzpgUyA7Jo/s200/tumblr_lxe2g3anaw1qm6oc3o1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694970349772751330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe you are too good to be true. When I could feel, finally something right in my life, problems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; slaps on my face. What's more. I don't think I could handle it no more :( Gosh, wwhhyy :&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;Farhana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-1303574288820335759?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1303574288820335759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1303574288820335759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1303574288820335759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1303574288820335759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2012/01/maybe-you-are-too-good-to-be-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YnodGiveJr4/TwiZXCCWQeI/AAAAAAAABQk/LYzpgUyA7Jo/s72-c/tumblr_lxe2g3anaw1qm6oc3o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8081347997076455036</id><published>2011-12-07T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:34:14.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sFAFoFsmKJo/TuBGX0IWNMI/AAAAAAAABQY/OmgD98RNPt8/s1600/tumblr_l09947JLpP1qaobbko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sFAFoFsmKJo/TuBGX0IWNMI/AAAAAAAABQY/OmgD98RNPt8/s200/tumblr_l09947JLpP1qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683620104686154946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im afraid of the future, of whats going to happen between us. Where this will go. Whether I make the right decisions. Whether my retest would be okay for me. I don't know. I'm extremely scared for the answer. Really scared. :( and the past hurts so much when it scares me too thinking of it. And the only person I can turn to is God. I hope he can give me his guidance for me to make the right decisions. I hope so :&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39myau9w-jc/TuBGXRzRvxI/AAAAAAAABQQ/ivUfK-acAWk/s1600/tumblr_l0gtuuy4m61qaobbko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39myau9w-jc/TuBGXRzRvxI/AAAAAAAABQQ/ivUfK-acAWk/s200/tumblr_l0gtuuy4m61qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683620095470976786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Someone who always remind me to take my medicine, to watch out what I eat and someone whom always remind me don't sleep too late or else I'm going to have bad sleeping habits. Someone whom take good care of me when i'm sick if we go out. When I thought I was living a normal lifestyle.  The worse part is "that someone" is gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrllWzs2QR8/TuBGXPRQJzI/AAAAAAAABQA/2PAGJEBWeac/s1600/tumblr_l0gts3vK1o1qaobbko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrllWzs2QR8/TuBGXPRQJzI/AAAAAAAABQA/2PAGJEBWeac/s200/tumblr_l0gts3vK1o1qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683620094791395122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I'm still waiting for that guy who will make me realise that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgR4c8Ccftk/TuBGWvuBYmI/AAAAAAAABP0/-gltBpzcuko/s1600/tumblr_l0d3d8Z5EG1qaobbko1_r1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgR4c8Ccftk/TuBGWvuBYmI/AAAAAAAABP0/-gltBpzcuko/s200/tumblr_l0d3d8Z5EG1qaobbko1_r1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683620086322127458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your cute smile with dimples. Ahhhhhhhhhh. :D&lt;/span&gt; That smile that never fails to make me melt. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-8081347997076455036?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8081347997076455036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8081347997076455036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8081347997076455036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8081347997076455036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-afraid-of-future-of-whats-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sFAFoFsmKJo/TuBGX0IWNMI/AAAAAAAABQY/OmgD98RNPt8/s72-c/tumblr_l09947JLpP1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4279899906286920153</id><published>2011-12-06T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T07:15:08.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Her: Does guys propose to girls nowadays before getting marry? &lt;br /&gt;Him: yeah they do! ;) why?&lt;br /&gt;Her: really? How are you going to propose a girl then?&lt;br /&gt;Him: For me to know and for you to find out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is damn cheeky. Hahaha! &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GcsvK-uSHyA/Tt4xe9fA8VI/AAAAAAAABPo/Gq4BrMoGWX8/s640/blogger-image-1941718352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GcsvK-uSHyA/Tt4xe9fA8VI/AAAAAAAABPo/Gq4BrMoGWX8/s640/blogger-image-1941718352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-4279899906286920153?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4279899906286920153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4279899906286920153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4279899906286920153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4279899906286920153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/12/her-does-guys-propose-to-girls-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GcsvK-uSHyA/Tt4xe9fA8VI/AAAAAAAABPo/Gq4BrMoGWX8/s72-c/blogger-image-1941718352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6214936039321715167</id><published>2011-12-02T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T06:17:56.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFAVja-buSQ/Ttjd3-wW7SI/AAAAAAAABPg/qEE7EsxdWNw/s1600/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-02%2Bat%2B22.10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn6Reuj9g7M/TtjdhHd-VpI/AAAAAAAABOw/dk5pjxw9Hbs/s200/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-02%2Bat%2B22.09%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681534490938070674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdPHJWUqcXU/TtjdgbZNyNI/AAAAAAAABOU/2PHCKD7nI90/s1600/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-02%2Bat%2B22.09%2B%25236.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdPHJWUqcXU/TtjdgbZNyNI/AAAAAAAABOU/2PHCKD7nI90/s200/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-02%2Bat%2B22.09%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681534479106951378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjH3W9Kjh-g/TtjdgOVygXI/AAAAAAAABOM/SC6RM1scxrs/s1600/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-02%2Bat%2B22.09%2B%25235.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjH3W9Kjh-g/TtjdgOVygXI/AAAAAAAABOM/SC6RM1scxrs/s200/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-02%2Bat%2B22.09%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681534475602919794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm supposed to be studying but i'm doing this instead. hahaha! okay, bye. :D sorry for spamming my photos. but it's my blog anyway. hahahaha! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-6214936039321715167?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6214936039321715167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6214936039321715167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6214936039321715167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6214936039321715167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-supposed-to-be-studying-but-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFAVja-buSQ/Ttjd3-wW7SI/AAAAAAAABPg/qEE7EsxdWNw/s72-c/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-02%2Bat%2B22.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7203336874313706967</id><published>2011-11-25T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:26:49.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkQH_hTsb1M/TtBnhs6hT-I/AAAAAAAABN4/rx2eRksR9Hk/s1600/tumblr_luiaoqldEI1qbpwzeo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkQH_hTsb1M/TtBnhs6hT-I/AAAAAAAABN4/rx2eRksR9Hk/s320/tumblr_luiaoqldEI1qbpwzeo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679152958804152290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILubJRkd7Vs/TtBnhmW-32I/AAAAAAAABNo/4SNCySX4uZ4/s1600/imaquote.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILubJRkd7Vs/TtBnhmW-32I/AAAAAAAABNo/4SNCySX4uZ4/s320/imaquote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679152957044481890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UtR37dup7zE/TtBnhhDikcI/AAAAAAAABNg/KazFBJReTPU/s1600/tumblr_ltepmcFOnE1qaobbko1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UtR37dup7zE/TtBnhhDikcI/AAAAAAAABNg/KazFBJReTPU/s320/tumblr_ltepmcFOnE1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679152955620757954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Actually, i don't know what to update anymore. nothing interesting to share with you also. People say if you say something too much, it will lose the meaning and I guess if you don't say something at all, it will lose its meaning too. well, i can finally see it coming from him now. All those stuffs that I'm afraid would happen. But I guess every mistakes has its own consequences that you have to bear with. I hope everything happens for a reason cause god has its own ways of making people happy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-7203336874313706967?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7203336874313706967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7203336874313706967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7203336874313706967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7203336874313706967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/11/actually-i-dont-know-what-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkQH_hTsb1M/TtBnhs6hT-I/AAAAAAAABN4/rx2eRksR9Hk/s72-c/tumblr_luiaoqldEI1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3775019981817677237</id><published>2011-08-09T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:35:23.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ep8AFbH4auQ/TkFgrHUNS3I/AAAAAAAABMo/BR0nY1v90-4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.27.50.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ep8AFbH4auQ/TkFgrHUNS3I/AAAAAAAABMo/BR0nY1v90-4/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.27.50.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638894502259018610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this is damn funny. this is what happen when people block you. hahaha. :P seriously. i literally like LOL when i saw this! :P well, it could be funny sometimes. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :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/1553248453103087645-3775019981817677237?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3775019981817677237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3775019981817677237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3775019981817677237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3775019981817677237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ep8AFbH4auQ/TkFgrHUNS3I/AAAAAAAABMo/BR0nY1v90-4/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.27.50.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3468606656552830919</id><published>2011-08-05T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T05:54:48.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0zb-enNqS0/TjviecDNspI/AAAAAAAABMg/eF0qk4kQKWs/s1600/tumblr_lpb6zjDtfx1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0zb-enNqS0/TjviecDNspI/AAAAAAAABMg/eF0qk4kQKWs/s320/tumblr_lpb6zjDtfx1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637348371137933970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn8e01bhHgk/TjvieRU3QoI/AAAAAAAABMY/LZtBFK2-RvY/s1600/tumblr_lpb7cmA7uf1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn8e01bhHgk/TjvieRU3QoI/AAAAAAAABMY/LZtBFK2-RvY/s320/tumblr_lpb7cmA7uf1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637348368259170946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And this goes to you, you're sad and i'm sad about things but you choose not to do anything so things start to fall apart. I was there in front of you, and it seemed like i was never there. You don't know how happy I am to see you, after a very long time. When you texted me, I started to wondered why things start to fall apart. But after your reply, then it all came back into my mind, slapping in my face, why I didn't choose you. He has all those things that you don't, endless compassion and patience no matter how grumpy I may get. Your uncertainty kills me. Your ego is going to kill you one day, trust me if you don't change. I'm not perfect either but I put aside in my heart a place for forgiveness. This grudge of yours will not benefit you in anyway so might as well, just let go of it. You may get satisfaction but honestly, have you reflect on yourself what you've become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dlrWZrpCAg/TjvieGvqrcI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Vr1HsNWh2AE/s1600/tumblr_lp87p3u3xH1qbpwzeo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dlrWZrpCAg/TjvieGvqrcI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Vr1HsNWh2AE/s320/tumblr_lp87p3u3xH1qbpwzeo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637348365418802626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This goes to Aidil, hahaha. I just find this super cute. :D Google with no results with makes my life miserable cause I have to read books -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XeSLfWsnoDk/Tjvid4T-GCI/AAAAAAAABMI/ef_CXYmcB7I/s1600/tumblr_loavlaWSVt1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XeSLfWsnoDk/Tjvid4T-GCI/AAAAAAAABMI/ef_CXYmcB7I/s320/tumblr_loavlaWSVt1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637348361544538146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--kJXyphurM4/Tjvidw6eAGI/AAAAAAAABMA/6FzVEW8OkSM/s1600/SAM_3322.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--kJXyphurM4/Tjvidw6eAGI/AAAAAAAABMA/6FzVEW8OkSM/s320/SAM_3322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637348359558529122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love it when me and aidil wear the same colour clothes, our pictures look so nice? hahaha. okay.people who have known me for a long time may know how much I dislike taking pictures. But this guy up here makes me like it. In one day, we can take up to 100 pictures together. I love taking pictures with cause no matter how ugly my face is, he will say "mana ader, cantiklah" and I'll just smile to myself. :) And most importantly, I can be me whenever I'm around him doing all those ugly pose. :D &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 class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On this same day last year, I'm like super excited that night to see aidil being the parade commander for evg national day celebration the next day. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And tmr, marks one year I've like aidil. I remembered I said to myself, if aidil were to not text me after the parade, I shall never think of him again and just go back to my normal life. But it all changed that day, he texted me "hi:)" after the parade, and I was like jumping around the room. The happiness I haven't had for a long time. The happiness I've gained from that day till today. :) I remembered that stopped and said to myself "omg, why am I jumping? Shit! Am i liking him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well sayang, if you didn't text me on that day, I would probably be in my own confused world surrounded by uncertainties of people. Thanks Allah, for showing me the light that I've lost. :) Sesungguhnya Engkau maha pengasih, lagi maha penyayang:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;                                                                     Farhana! :) &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/1553248453103087645-3468606656552830919?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3468606656552830919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3468606656552830919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3468606656552830919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3468606656552830919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-this-goes-to-you-youre-sad-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0zb-enNqS0/TjviecDNspI/AAAAAAAABMg/eF0qk4kQKWs/s72-c/tumblr_lpb6zjDtfx1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6826882713758890249</id><published>2011-07-20T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:31:27.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lP0J_JAXbPU/TibxibahGoI/AAAAAAAABL4/ZP1PpXywl-M/s1600/tumblr_lolwh0zC6a1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lP0J_JAXbPU/TibxibahGoI/AAAAAAAABL4/ZP1PpXywl-M/s320/tumblr_lolwh0zC6a1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631453957850208898" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I shall hear to what aidil hear tmr :) Aidil should also take note of what i'm hearing sometimes cause it actually explains what I'm feeling but usually, he will just ignore. -.- hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi0-fA6p7UI/TibxiA8_-0I/AAAAAAAABLw/KABOZZNyOvc/s1600/tumblr_lomjbfNuB91qzr04eo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi0-fA6p7UI/TibxiA8_-0I/AAAAAAAABLw/KABOZZNyOvc/s320/tumblr_lomjbfNuB91qzr04eo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631453950747081538" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It just like two people who have things a lot in common but they don't meet. :( just like when you're finding your mr.right. :( and the second one is like, you met someone which actually meet your criteria for once but eventually you two drift apart. :( Well, both cases are sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm having a slight sore eyes now. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Farhana! &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-6826882713758890249?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6826882713758890249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6826882713758890249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6826882713758890249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6826882713758890249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-shall-hear-to-what-aidil-hear-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lP0J_JAXbPU/TibxibahGoI/AAAAAAAABL4/ZP1PpXywl-M/s72-c/tumblr_lolwh0zC6a1qbjt25o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8011235701740782236</id><published>2011-07-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:24:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEDVdC2sn4w/TiMMYSdanqI/AAAAAAAABLo/0wS_TumGbyM/s1600/tumblr_loavlaWSVt1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEDVdC2sn4w/TiMMYSdanqI/AAAAAAAABLo/0wS_TumGbyM/s320/tumblr_loavlaWSVt1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630357570554863266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Please don't leave, sayang. I want to be all yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Farhana :( &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/1553248453103087645-8011235701740782236?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8011235701740782236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8011235701740782236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8011235701740782236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8011235701740782236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/07/please-dont-leave-sayang.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEDVdC2sn4w/TiMMYSdanqI/AAAAAAAABLo/0wS_TumGbyM/s72-c/tumblr_loavlaWSVt1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1952605589009156049</id><published>2011-07-15T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:11:09.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRQw7CxIjW4/TiCJUCoOL1I/AAAAAAAABLg/z9rwomVftgQ/s1600/tumblr_lo3dehhOmv1qbpwzeo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRQw7CxIjW4/TiCJUCoOL1I/AAAAAAAABLg/z9rwomVftgQ/s400/tumblr_lo3dehhOmv1qbpwzeo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629650511609081682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I always smell aidil around me like at everywhere. Well, and I text him about it. And he will just be like "kiter wangi tak?!" -.- aidil.. aidil.. Sorry awak, for being a very bad girlfriend. I guessed you deserved better. I've not been treating you right, I know. I'm sorry. But i have to steal those attention from you, for my studies. Sorry for getting a nerdy suckish girlfriend, I know. But still, you never fail to make my day with your irritating-ness and how you would laugh when i started to get mad. It's not supposed to be a good thing okay. -.- anyway, you're my source of happiness. If you're not around, i'll have the typical mugger no life ajcian. hahaha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;People say when you're can't sleep, it means that you're awake in someone dreams. Well, I hope I appear into your dream then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm supposed to wake up at 7 tmr -.- zzzzzz. going to dose off during the talk :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Farhana! :(&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-1952605589009156049?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1952605589009156049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1952605589009156049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1952605589009156049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1952605589009156049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-always-smell-aidil-around-me-like-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRQw7CxIjW4/TiCJUCoOL1I/AAAAAAAABLg/z9rwomVftgQ/s72-c/tumblr_lo3dehhOmv1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-239467372767195307</id><published>2011-07-09T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T04:29:38.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASYJGYaU6yg/Thg405qjfPI/AAAAAAAABKw/LbNcTyir4xM/s1600/tumblr_lnlhjkefr31qbpwzeo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASYJGYaU6yg/Thg405qjfPI/AAAAAAAABKw/LbNcTyir4xM/s400/tumblr_lnlhjkefr31qbpwzeo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627310215883095282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Like now, Aidil haven't text, call or making any communications with me for like 6 hours and I just feel lost. Seriously. Called his home no, and he has gone to madrasah, not even texting me! -.- fine, i shall get used to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNHBmokM50g/Thg40ngqzbI/AAAAAAAABKo/qzLNVB6LydA/s1600/tumblr_lnjs69YJbD1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNHBmokM50g/Thg40ngqzbI/AAAAAAAABKo/qzLNVB6LydA/s400/tumblr_lnjs69YJbD1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627310211009793458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel like doing this everytime when I heard girl's laughter around him when i call him in school or when I saw girl asking about him in fb-.- shucks, its the ouch feeling. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWMKdrmewO8/ThgBnp_3X6I/AAAAAAAABKg/VmKtiBe1iMU/s1600/tumblr_lnt306VTpR1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWMKdrmewO8/ThgBnp_3X6I/AAAAAAAABKg/VmKtiBe1iMU/s400/tumblr_lnt306VTpR1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627249515199684514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;This especially goes to Aidil who keep asking why I'm quiet after he has irritated me so much. Okay awak? get it now why I do that? Or i just keep quiet cause I don't want to entertain you. hahaha! But something about guys, they don't get it. they will just irritate you again and again until you respond. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JJ6eVF-I9Y/ThgBnYR_F1I/AAAAAAAABKY/kl3tJZz3guo/s1600/tumblr_lno4kq9Tg81qbpwzeo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JJ6eVF-I9Y/ThgBnYR_F1I/AAAAAAAABKY/kl3tJZz3guo/s400/tumblr_lno4kq9Tg81qbpwzeo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627249510443849554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;well, this is obviously true lah, when a girl is heart broken, there is always a guy who mend it for her but it is just a matter of time, chance and opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTTdTHgNxlc/ThgBnP78HYI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Gny28UWu9rQ/s1600/tumblr_lnlhz0FBIp1qbpwzeo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTTdTHgNxlc/ThgBnP78HYI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Gny28UWu9rQ/s400/tumblr_lnlhz0FBIp1qbpwzeo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627249508203896194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Especially when they don't text you. :( But basically, you do this when you miss that certain someone. :(  Sometimes, tears start to rolled down your cheek, knowing how nice things used to be and sometimes, it make you smile, seeing all those nice and sweet messages. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have tonnes of work to do. Like really a lot of them ah. :( it quite sad actually, seeing how my life is turning to be for these two years. I just failed my chem by two marks. And i was feeling damn devastated. Seriously. AHHHHHH, so sad. :( seriously. okay,. i'm off to do all those nasty projects and siaping to go out with family later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Farhana -.-&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/1553248453103087645-239467372767195307?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/239467372767195307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=239467372767195307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/239467372767195307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/239467372767195307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/07/like-now-aidil-havent-text-call-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASYJGYaU6yg/Thg405qjfPI/AAAAAAAABKw/LbNcTyir4xM/s72-c/tumblr_lnlhjkefr31qbpwzeo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1901372872459282066</id><published>2011-06-30T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T06:53:29.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F30-vkcy_6E/Tgx8yiQHHLI/AAAAAAAABKI/MItYWBs0Li0/s1600/tumblr_li7n4qnBsK1qaobbko1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F30-vkcy_6E/Tgx8yiQHHLI/AAAAAAAABKI/MItYWBs0Li0/s400/tumblr_li7n4qnBsK1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624007242308590770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I seriously hate it, you know. Like suddenly, you get flashbacks about people and it makes you miss them when you shouldn't to. :( Like just staring out my window, looking at the moon. The smell of night wind. It even hurts more when you know, you can't do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqqxldovNJ0/Tgx8ySE8nsI/AAAAAAAABKA/9sR_q7L3SSA/s1600/tumblr_lna86kN7WF1qaobbko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqqxldovNJ0/Tgx8ySE8nsI/AAAAAAAABKA/9sR_q7L3SSA/s400/tumblr_lna86kN7WF1qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624007237966798530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;And I hope, someday he will realise that rather than me expecting too much and ended getting hurt in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RldSW0NTk_Q/Tgx8yAt5q8I/AAAAAAAABJ4/_7FqI7-mTNw/s1600/tumblr_ln72ipXDhz1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RldSW0NTk_Q/Tgx8yAt5q8I/AAAAAAAABJ4/_7FqI7-mTNw/s400/tumblr_ln72ipXDhz1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624007233306733506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Yes, I FREAKING WANT TO GO BACK TO MY CHEMISTRY, ECONOMIC AND MATHS PAPER AND FINISH UP ALL THOSE THINGS THAT I'VE LEARNT SO FREAKING HARD BUT ENDED DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO DO IT. TODAY, MARKED THE FIRST MATH PAPER THAT I'M GOING TO FAIL. :( :( :( you don't know how sad I am, I love maths but the paper is damn hard to solve ah. I feel like a dumbass doing the paper ah cause i barely know how to do the qns. I just feel like screaming my lungs out on how hard the paper is. Gosh, I'll get over this only after a long time. Time to wake, farhana. your studies are falling apart when it shouldn't. I freaking need to get this right. i need to get promoted desperately. I don't want to retain.  :( i don't want to go through another year of jc life lah please. :( NOOOOO, PPPEEEEEEEE and everything else makes my life feel so sad and deprived. :( :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Farhana :(&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/1553248453103087645-1901372872459282066?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1901372872459282066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1901372872459282066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1901372872459282066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1901372872459282066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-seriously-hate-it-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F30-vkcy_6E/Tgx8yiQHHLI/AAAAAAAABKI/MItYWBs0Li0/s72-c/tumblr_li7n4qnBsK1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6404758804339891612</id><published>2011-06-26T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T05:53:27.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FH_j2UQSOg4/TgcqpXoFBvI/AAAAAAAABJw/33c1jAiHqnE/s1600/Photo%2BCourtesy%25C2%25A0factsaboutyou.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FH_j2UQSOg4/TgcqpXoFBvI/AAAAAAAABJw/33c1jAiHqnE/s400/Photo%2BCourtesy%25C2%25A0factsaboutyou.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622509550000473842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tmr is my mid year exam. I'm freaking scared. :( It feels worst than i feel for olevel. You want to know why? Cause at least i'm confident enough to pass the papers. In AJ, I doubt so. :( Ya allah, I hope you'll help me through my papers tmr. :( I want JC to pass very fast can, please? :( I just want this two years to be done and over with. I'll enjoy my life after that. :) Well, I need to read my DRP notes now.:( urgh, i hate jc. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farhana :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-6404758804339891612?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6404758804339891612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6404758804339891612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6404758804339891612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6404758804339891612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/06/tmr-is-my-mid-year-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FH_j2UQSOg4/TgcqpXoFBvI/AAAAAAAABJw/33c1jAiHqnE/s72-c/Photo%2BCourtesy%25C2%25A0factsaboutyou.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3244448245219405048</id><published>2011-05-16T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T06:27:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHacmm9yuaA/TdEevmSofiI/AAAAAAAABJk/SubBN82a1zw/s1600/tumblr_ll7wl966nb1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHacmm9yuaA/TdEevmSofiI/AAAAAAAABJk/SubBN82a1zw/s400/tumblr_ll7wl966nb1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607296814134361634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;True much. :D I've never get bored of saying it nor hearing it from aidil every single phonecall we make like every two hours? except when we're sleeping ah. hahahaha! Until one of my friend said "eh, you need to call your bf every break ah!" I guess, i get too emotionally attached to aidil which is something not good cause if they're gone, you're left with nothing. :( but insyaallah, nothing would go wrong this time. :) I'm very happy but I know its not going to be like that all the time. Well, to the best thing that has ever happened to me, if you're reading this i just want to tell you how much i appreciate you in my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1C5nxZzvU0A/TdEevfU8JFI/AAAAAAAABJc/ec0t7NIFQcU/s1600/tumblr_lkz5d2ZUk41qbpwzeo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1C5nxZzvU0A/TdEevfU8JFI/AAAAAAAABJc/ec0t7NIFQcU/s400/tumblr_lkz5d2ZUk41qbpwzeo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607296812264989778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Maybe that's the reason why I lost some of my relationship even as friends with some people and that's the reason why my relationship is going strong cause we never fail to realise our mistakes and making up to it. when that's the painful reality part of life, people come and go cause they value their ego more than a friendship? I guess so. I must say that Aidil is a very patience guy who put up with my lame jokes, unreasonable jealousy, nonsense and my terrible mood swings everyday. Well, I guess god has it ways to take people from your life and give better people to your life. XD I should really like stop avoiding people who remind me of the past like not going to their fb even. But it makes me sad and happy at the same time doing that. oh my, that's a paradox. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Went to Marina bay sands with my family on fri and that's the first time they all met aidil. Well, I must say that Aidil is every brave to meet all my family members. And this guy right, he got pekak ears after swimming -.- i literally wasted my saliva trying to talk to him after that -.- hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okay, off to finish off my econs essay! :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :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/1553248453103087645-3244448245219405048?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3244448245219405048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3244448245219405048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3244448245219405048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3244448245219405048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/05/true-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHacmm9yuaA/TdEevmSofiI/AAAAAAAABJk/SubBN82a1zw/s72-c/tumblr_ll7wl966nb1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4862329127972278630</id><published>2011-05-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T07:33:33.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8d_f65tJLI/TcAR4lSs8vI/AAAAAAAABJU/LPQLjMCEYi8/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-03%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.22.39.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8d_f65tJLI/TcAR4lSs8vI/AAAAAAAABJU/LPQLjMCEYi8/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-03%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.22.39.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602497600229798642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpZex1Ig6Go/TcAQxgAhprI/AAAAAAAABJM/iwJ4w9unsFI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-03%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.22.39.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a very nice boyfriend right? :D hahahaha, i'm actually like fishing for compliments from him. cause it just feel different when you're boyfriend compliments you, you know :D hahaha, takde kerje eh farhana, okay, i shall go study for my sastera test tmr :D at least someone thinks i'm hot. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-4862329127972278630?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4862329127972278630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4862329127972278630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4862329127972278630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4862329127972278630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-very-nice-boyfriend-right-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8d_f65tJLI/TcAR4lSs8vI/AAAAAAAABJU/LPQLjMCEYi8/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-03%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.22.39.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8845923881549130488</id><published>2011-04-02T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T06:32:15.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift - Back To December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrcLYvEER1I/TZck3LMvKSI/AAAAAAAABJE/hNTw0CuxvO4/s1600/tumblr_liyoy7l9nt1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrcLYvEER1I/TZck3LMvKSI/AAAAAAAABJE/hNTw0CuxvO4/s320/tumblr_liyoy7l9nt1qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590977992721377570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And Farhana is facing her biggest fear which is FALLING IN LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QUwxKWT6m7U?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;well, it's a nice song.. When I heard this song, someone popped into my mind and there he was. haha, I'm just one confused girl. Would my life be better if I made my mind during december? Well, maybe there was a reason behind it. :) God sent me an angel from above and enlighten my life. :) Alhamdullilah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so sick. :( Family day was awesome though! AJC is starting to turn out good ah. :P Not for long. hahaha! Kak birthday is tmr! Eating sakura tmr! 12 days to SYF :O Better buck up on my studies! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just need you now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-8845923881549130488?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8845923881549130488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8845923881549130488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8845923881549130488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8845923881549130488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/04/taylor-swift-back-to-december.html' title='Taylor Swift - Back To December'/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrcLYvEER1I/TZck3LMvKSI/AAAAAAAABJE/hNTw0CuxvO4/s72-c/tumblr_liyoy7l9nt1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-511985336585560397</id><published>2011-03-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T07:12:51.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KSs0gk0ckrw/TYC_yu-Lm-I/AAAAAAAABI8/qZfC9IEdfjY/s1600/tumblr_li3701qXQY1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KSs0gk0ckrw/TYC_yu-Lm-I/AAAAAAAABI8/qZfC9IEdfjY/s320/tumblr_li3701qXQY1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584674416262618082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;InsyaAllah, even though things are going rough now but i'm just that people who belong together still meet in the end. :) its just the matter whether its the same person or not. i talked to ismahfaris yesterday, started to miss some of the evg people. some people that i shouldn't miss. hahaha! its just that you tend to miss someone who bothers your life too, you know. that's contradicting. -.- Aidil is in camp now, so sad.. I want to meet him so bad now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fS7jd0PYVcU/TYC_yVJl3FI/AAAAAAAABI0/DRpJATy6aRQ/s1600/tumblr_li0zd4Hx541qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fS7jd0PYVcU/TYC_yVJl3FI/AAAAAAAABI0/DRpJATy6aRQ/s320/tumblr_li0zd4Hx541qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584674409331154002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you grow older, you tend to get serious with your feelings, I guess. Getting assurance of your own feelings. Because its different when you have a relationship when you're younger, you tend to have stupid relationships that ended to nowhere and getting you heart break for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dance tmr from 12-6.. ah, damn tired. lets just endure this for a few more weeks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-511985336585560397?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/511985336585560397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=511985336585560397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/511985336585560397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/511985336585560397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/03/insyaallah-even-though-things-are-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KSs0gk0ckrw/TYC_yu-Lm-I/AAAAAAAABI8/qZfC9IEdfjY/s72-c/tumblr_li3701qXQY1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7872556083323270169</id><published>2011-03-12T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:47:47.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VBp6unDQlg/TXwv868SZJI/AAAAAAAABIs/PKNuFAp-mMg/s1600/tumblr_lhw76orL011qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VBp6unDQlg/TXwv868SZJI/AAAAAAAABIs/PKNuFAp-mMg/s320/tumblr_lhw76orL011qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583390361693349010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life in jc is getting tiring but interesting, i guess. :) Happy 3rd monthsary Aidil :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-7872556083323270169?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7872556083323270169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7872556083323270169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7872556083323270169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7872556083323270169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-in-jc-is-getting-tiring-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VBp6unDQlg/TXwv868SZJI/AAAAAAAABIs/PKNuFAp-mMg/s72-c/tumblr_lhw76orL011qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8715582359482988007</id><published>2011-02-15T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:31:47.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my cute little boyfriend:)'/><title type='text'>2nd monthsary! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nGWYP89iEU/TVpeeTEt_wI/AAAAAAAABIk/ERl0x8YnymQ/s1600/tumblr_lglox4Y1ve1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nGWYP89iEU/TVpeeTEt_wI/AAAAAAAABIk/ERl0x8YnymQ/s320/tumblr_lglox4Y1ve1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573871363433561858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I guess this is true to some extent :D hahaha, it funny though. But still, you're going to love the stupid part of him. Like how, me and aidil tried many many times to get a perfect jumpshot but we can't get it. And we kept jumping until we get it. I guess people around us must have thought that we're a silly couple. But its okay, as long as we belong together! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KjN1tHpmixA/TVpeUi5UyQI/AAAAAAAABIc/JCI2r1qwuU8/s1600/SAM_2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KjN1tHpmixA/TVpeUi5UyQI/AAAAAAAABIc/JCI2r1qwuU8/s320/SAM_2675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573871195882047746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a very cute boyfriend. Like seriously. ^.^ I super love this photo. Like super cute kan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6rGg75eduk/TVpeUYMDGjI/AAAAAAAABIU/ptYzpAoG0BA/s1600/SAM_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6rGg75eduk/TVpeUYMDGjI/AAAAAAAABIU/ptYzpAoG0BA/s320/SAM_2746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573871193007790642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;^do you realise that aidil has bengkok fingers! hahaha! okay, but still, i love him:P This what you call love when you love them for their imperfections. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShBQLnP1Eg4/TVpeAJF8agI/AAAAAAAABIM/JZEqpmuVv-8/s1600/SAM_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShBQLnP1Eg4/TVpeAJF8agI/AAAAAAAABIM/JZEqpmuVv-8/s320/SAM_2731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573870845358270978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love this shot, you know. I'll call it "nice candid". We're just like staring at each other. Actually, I realised that everytime we take photos when we go out, there will be this one shot when we will look at each other laughing when we put on timer. Super nice. I shall compile all those shots and make a collage. I guess, this photo shows that I'm very happy with aidil. This can be seen from the photo because Farhana is smiling widely at aidil. Wah, dah mcm history punyer inference. haaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6BRxQQi5gw/TVpd_4GqhnI/AAAAAAAABIE/IPaX99-eWIs/s1600/SAM_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6BRxQQi5gw/TVpd_4GqhnI/AAAAAAAABIE/IPaX99-eWIs/s320/SAM_2647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573870840797890162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I finally get my yong tau fu on sunday! super happy! after a long time of crave, I got my yong tau fu. Okay, crave as in wanting to eat the food not the pregnant kind. Eh cannot eh. Good girl like me won't even do such stuff. :D I went movie with aidil on last sunday. We went to watch just go with it. Sad movie though. :( I'm very happy watching the movie cause I just found out I'm the first girl Aidil go on a movie date with! wooohoooo! :D We were like fighting for popcorn in the movie cause Aidil refuses to stop eating the popcorn before the movie even start. And I gave him a specific time to eat the popcorn. But eventually, the lights went off and he starts to eat in dark without me noticing. -_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My SYF training has started. Damn tiring but fun. :D Mixing with all the malay dancers. Seriously, super fun. :D We're going to complete the dance by this week! Yay! :D I'm still learning to adapt my jc life though. Starting to enjoy it a little bit. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! ^.^&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/1553248453103087645-8715582359482988007?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8715582359482988007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8715582359482988007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8715582359482988007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8715582359482988007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/02/2nd-monthsary-d.html' title='2nd monthsary! :D'/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nGWYP89iEU/TVpeeTEt_wI/AAAAAAAABIk/ERl0x8YnymQ/s72-c/tumblr_lglox4Y1ve1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-221525764885971448</id><published>2011-02-03T00:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:23:04.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUphhQqSG0I/AAAAAAAABH0/vUAuUx7tilU/s1600/tumblr_lfxleif70q1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUphhQqSG0I/AAAAAAAABH0/vUAuUx7tilU/s320/tumblr_lfxleif70q1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569371113232931650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But its true, you know. Not the holding hand part eh. LOL Now, I realise that I want to stay with him cause I think nobody else can love me and treat me like he does. But still, jodoh di tangan tuhan kan, I have no power to stop that. Cause I believe people who are meant to be together, will still meet in the end. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUphhIaeDSI/AAAAAAAABHs/uK1VB62oUg0/s1600/tumblr_lfv9l96wny1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUphhIaeDSI/AAAAAAAABHs/uK1VB62oUg0/s320/tumblr_lfv9l96wny1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569371111019121954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That's really true. I admit I don't give my best in past rs, maybe that's why it didn't last cause I don't think he deserve the best of me at that point of moment. So yah, girls if you feel like he's the one, then treasure him and treat him the best rather than having a guy who doesn't treat you well but you're giving him the best. Don't, you're just hurting yourself more cause he is not doing the same thing to you. I felt that once, but I don't regret cause I know that I don't really give my best that time. Well, aidil deserve my best. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay, I should really stop talking about aidil. okay, wait. I can't. hahaha! :P I'm finding my amaths comprehensive notes. But can't find it -.- I should start my revision before lessons starts. Or else I'll just stare in the blank when my H2 math lectures start. :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm off to do my amaths revision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-221525764885971448?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/221525764885971448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=221525764885971448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/221525764885971448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/221525764885971448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/02/but-its-true-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUphhQqSG0I/AAAAAAAABH0/vUAuUx7tilU/s72-c/tumblr_lfxleif70q1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-139576581854133254</id><published>2011-01-31T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:01:43.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUa8lvJqd5I/AAAAAAAABHk/ekNG_ZIRZag/s1600/tumblr_lfux1tS4pF1qbpwzeo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUa8lvJqd5I/AAAAAAAABHk/ekNG_ZIRZag/s320/tumblr_lfux1tS4pF1qbpwzeo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568345345788376978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think I'm going mad. :( I want aidil everywhere with me. haha! I mean, things are like so different without him around. Sometimes even my most tiring day would be a great day when I see his face. Just like just now, my sch ends at 7.30pm, so tired. but when I see aidil at woodland interchange, its as if I'm just starting the day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUa8lhY2V7I/AAAAAAAABHc/HoovFDdvqfQ/s1600/tumblr_lft41q0T1F1qbpwzeo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUa8lhY2V7I/AAAAAAAABHc/HoovFDdvqfQ/s320/tumblr_lft41q0T1F1qbpwzeo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568345342093973426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Its a nice feeling, you know. Like how I discover Aidil's weak point everytime I meet him. Like today, I found out that he would be extreme affected if you poke his hip. So yar, if you meet him, go poke him there. But wait, I shouldn't say that. Other girls shouldn't poke aidil =.= hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUa8lUH6XXI/AAAAAAAABHU/lUTFodPOLO8/s1600/tumblr_lft3ttKkOW1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUa8lUH6XXI/AAAAAAAABHU/lUTFodPOLO8/s320/tumblr_lft3ttKkOW1qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568345338533272946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JC life is really tough, especially if you're in anderson junior college. But I'm sure, the two year would pay off just like how my two year of amaths suffering paid off ^.^ I actually wanted to go to nyjc but I got ajc instead. my fault, putting it as first choice. I cried when i knew i got ajc, sad. But after I found out someone is in nyjc, I'm so glad i'm in ajc! hahahaha! So lets just put up with it, and go through my jc life with smiles even though some things doesn't go well there. like having talks for the first 3 days of your sch, instead of having fun -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUa8lA-YsQI/AAAAAAAABHM/XAhUZj5NIsI/s1600/tumblr_lefcifBDCo1qddkhgo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUa8lA-YsQI/AAAAAAAABHM/XAhUZj5NIsI/s320/tumblr_lefcifBDCo1qddkhgo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568345333393043714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, I would like to apologise to Aidil for this then. If I come off as too clingy, I'm so sorry kay? :) I just don't want to lose you&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised this blog post has a lot of aidil's name. hahaha! Sorrrry awak! ^.^ Oh man, aidil going to leave me soon for being to obsessed, I guess. :O I just like thinking of you. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&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/1553248453103087645-139576581854133254?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/139576581854133254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=139576581854133254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/139576581854133254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/139576581854133254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-im-going-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TUa8lvJqd5I/AAAAAAAABHk/ekNG_ZIRZag/s72-c/tumblr_lfux1tS4pF1qbpwzeo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1438677775670895698</id><published>2011-01-16T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:17:21.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TTPUy103H9I/AAAAAAAABHE/s6XmnBXTClE/s1600/tumblr_lezvudwc3E1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TTPUy103H9I/AAAAAAAABHE/s6XmnBXTClE/s320/tumblr_lezvudwc3E1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563023934640037842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TTPUypYOJXI/AAAAAAAABG8/j0xcIt3dCuA/s1600/SAM_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TTPUypYOJXI/AAAAAAAABG8/j0xcIt3dCuA/s320/SAM_2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563023931298686322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TTPUyi7I7YI/AAAAAAAABG0/qeylzyA_zOs/s1600/SAM_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TTPUyi7I7YI/AAAAAAAABG0/qeylzyA_zOs/s320/SAM_2411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563023929566096770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TTPUyaAxnhI/AAAAAAAABGs/Gza5hat0i1A/s1600/SAM_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TTPUyaAxnhI/AAAAAAAABGs/Gza5hat0i1A/s320/SAM_2410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563023927173815826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Whoa, it has been a long time since I updated this blog. Shocked to see something on my tagboard. But well, who cares anyway. hahaha! :D Got back olevels results. Alhamdulilah! ^.^ I got 9 points for my L1r4 and my L1R5 after my bonus points. I failed my combined humanities. Can you believed that? D7 seh. hahaha! but luckily my pure geog pulled me through, the subject that I wanted to ignore for olevel. Which jc I'm going? :P not going to post here.  I'm so thankful to god for these results. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Aidil and I went to breeks to celebrate our one month anniversary. Funny, my chicken flew. See, chickens can fly now. Then my knife fell. hahaha! lucky, aidil is very understanding boyfriend about my dining etiquette . :D We took pictures which I think i want to develop and make them into a collage. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My birthday was well celebrated by Zahirah, Nad and Afiqah. They made me a collage and bought for me balloons. Afiqah treat us all Seoul Garden. hahah, thanks guys. I really appreciate it. :D Farlyanna bought for me accessories! thanks! :D But the best birthday wish still comes from my boyfriend, of course. hahaha! Super cute wish. I was eating with my family at newton circus when he called me at 12am. For the first time someone asked my permission before singing me a birthday song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He said something like this "Awak, kiter nk nyanyikan awak birthday song boleh? Tapi, suara kiter tk sedap tau. okay, awak count 1 2 3, terus kiter nyanyi okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;okay, I'm off to help my mum to cook! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Aidil, you're the best i've ever had^.^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-1438677775670895698?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1438677775670895698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1438677775670895698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1438677775670895698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1438677775670895698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoa-it-has-been-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TTPUy103H9I/AAAAAAAABHE/s6XmnBXTClE/s72-c/tumblr_lezvudwc3E1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7110957103588441177</id><published>2010-12-15T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T04:07:29.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQiscXXCq_I/AAAAAAAABGg/2pNf_OmT_jw/s1600/tumblr_ld8ue0gq1b1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQiscXXCq_I/AAAAAAAABGg/2pNf_OmT_jw/s320/tumblr_ld8ue0gq1b1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550876144041110514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sometimes, I thought to myself "Am I doing the right thing?" And I thought of all those reasons that made me love you and I'll answer "If he's the one, insyallah he will be. God has made a perfect match for you. Its just about time for you to find him or not. :) Whether if you are or not, its okay. Things happen for a reason. All I know, I'm happy and I love him very much. " I trust you for not breaking my heart like any other people did but it will happen someday. This is not a fairytale even if it feels like it. There's going to be a lot of obstacles for us to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQiscPvAZXI/AAAAAAAABGY/JwHgZPP-bRA/s1600/tumblr_ldg3xfKVY51qddkhgo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQiscPvAZXI/AAAAAAAABGY/JwHgZPP-bRA/s320/tumblr_ldg3xfKVY51qddkhgo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550876141994141042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Muhammad Aidil Bin Arifin, you're supposed to be mine so don't love any other girl eh. I'll be selfish and I won't share my love with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQisb89TKrI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0mOxQElEh9M/s1600/aidil%253C3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQisb89TKrI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0mOxQElEh9M/s320/aidil%253C3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550876136953817778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Well, should I explain more? 43 people liked my relationship status. haha, everytime people like my relationship status, I feel like I get their blessings. Thanks! Insyaallah, I'll try my best to make this relationship work. Now, I don't have to say someone in my blog anymore. I've been wanting to say this to you here " Love you aidil!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway, I'll start working at Singapore Flyer tmr! :) Ticketing. I'm so excited. hahaha! Training for 4 days and then I'll work on my own. :) Big responsibility. But still, I'll make time for my family, friends and my syg! :D A lot of my free time will be taken since I work from 12pm-9pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-7110957103588441177?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7110957103588441177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7110957103588441177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7110957103588441177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7110957103588441177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-thought-to-myself-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQiscXXCq_I/AAAAAAAABGg/2pNf_OmT_jw/s72-c/tumblr_ld8ue0gq1b1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4826765903503207832</id><published>2010-12-10T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T06:03:11.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQIw0Z_FKTI/AAAAAAAABGI/K1VOSCFdUFM/s1600/tumblr_lcjy96gJWn1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQIw0Z_FKTI/AAAAAAAABGI/K1VOSCFdUFM/s320/tumblr_lcjy96gJWn1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549051367760668978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever we talk about sizes and how much it is, you will say "Brapa banyak tu? berapa besar tu? Kecil awak mcm mane tu? kiter punyer besar ngan awak nyer besar lain tau" and you'll show the size of it with your hands. Cute. hahaha! I heart you very much. My much is infinity. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQIw0Ksm9nI/AAAAAAAABGA/W4Umfz_9zoc/s1600/tumblr_ld5c8nZtaX1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQIw0Ksm9nI/AAAAAAAABGA/W4Umfz_9zoc/s320/tumblr_ld5c8nZtaX1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549051363656660594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it will still be you no matter what, awak. :) Although sometimes I asked myself where is this going. But I know, you need time. All I know is its you, and only you. And your camp is finally ending today. :) Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-4826765903503207832?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4826765903503207832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4826765903503207832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4826765903503207832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4826765903503207832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/12/whenever-we-talk-about-sizes-and-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TQIw0Z_FKTI/AAAAAAAABGI/K1VOSCFdUFM/s72-c/tumblr_lcjy96gJWn1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-332422816715257196</id><published>2010-12-03T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T01:57:47.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr.Happy:)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPi5De1xJEI/AAAAAAAABF4/gOqcSkex2WQ/s1600/tumblr_lcsp1aiuCo1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPi5De1xJEI/AAAAAAAABF4/gOqcSkex2WQ/s320/tumblr_lcsp1aiuCo1qav92co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546386410576094274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPi3r6rRuJI/AAAAAAAABFw/CJvW4wd4LnY/s1600/tumblr_lcq2hbOEGS1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPi3r6rRuJI/AAAAAAAABFw/CJvW4wd4LnY/s320/tumblr_lcq2hbOEGS1qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546384906219796626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That's the truth even how much I meet him. I think even if i meet him everyday, I would still feel that way. Sometimes when in the train alone, I picture him in front of me and i'll be sad. :( Well, I miss quite a number of people too. The people that I've not been spending time with. :( Like, Farah, Zaza, Syahiirah, Nad and Affie. Sometimes I feel like quiting my job and spend all my time with all these people. Well, but I guess I got no choice. I'll have to wait until the end of the month. Then I'll spend my every minute with him and others. okay, bedek ah every minute. LOL I miss him so so much. :( Well, hopefully tmr, I get to meet him! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay, I shall go layan fira now and do my house chores. Working is so tiring! Seriously. 6 days a week, 7 hours per day kills me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not acting cold towards to you, I'm just preparing for the next time you let me down again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I love this moment somehow&lt;br /&gt;me: Bye awak, kiter sayang awak. *looks away&amp;amp;covers face*&lt;br /&gt;Him: kiter sayang awak jugak. Betul! tak bedek!&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay.. awak. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Him: Betul, tak bedek. Kiter sayang awak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll die of diabetes soon tau awak. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-332422816715257196?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/332422816715257196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=332422816715257196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/332422816715257196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/332422816715257196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-truth-even-how-much-i-meet-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPi5De1xJEI/AAAAAAAABF4/gOqcSkex2WQ/s72-c/tumblr_lcsp1aiuCo1qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1390509416842398357</id><published>2010-11-28T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T04:31:48.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPJKFiSOpAI/AAAAAAAABFo/cgALAbl07A8/s1600/tumblr_lcjse1oCxg1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPJKFiSOpAI/AAAAAAAABFo/cgALAbl07A8/s320/tumblr_lcjse1oCxg1qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544575550209565698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this photo. I think having one is more than enough for me to give all my attention to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPJH7ZldM7I/AAAAAAAABFg/-MqhNEGUa94/s1600/tumblr_lcjs7jT8js1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPJH7ZldM7I/AAAAAAAABFg/-MqhNEGUa94/s320/tumblr_lcjs7jT8js1qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544573177052345266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I think it just a bad habit of mine. When I like someone, I'll tend to have those feelings overpower me. It won't be a simple crush. And I'll tend to think of it every single second. Well, if I'm liking you, consider yourself as unlucky cause I'll make you feel the same way. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPJHb_6dVpI/AAAAAAAABFY/XfOeZ-eGwf8/s1600/tumblr_lcjsr4N39j1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPJHb_6dVpI/AAAAAAAABFY/XfOeZ-eGwf8/s320/tumblr_lcjsr4N39j1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544572637585168018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I like you since the very first joke you gave me. "if humans do handshake when they meet each other, what does cow do when they meet? Milkshake!" hahaha! i remembered i was stressed up doing a.maths that time and you wanted to cheer me up. :) That was so nice of you ah. And I started smiling to myself since that moment. And then I remembered I said this to myself "wait, why am i smiling? Shit! Am I liking him? Ahhh nooooooo!" LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I remembered the first talk on the phone with you was about chemistry. you didn't know how nervous i was. How curious I was to hear your voice for the very first time. My heart was pounding very fast. Well, I'm going to miss that voice soon. We won't have long talks. But I just need to hear them everyday. The reason why I smile when you call me everyday except for this one day ah when you called me like super late at prom! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPJHbg52DPI/AAAAAAAABFQ/CTOonuSf0T4/s1600/tumblr_lcjsikQAfX1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPJHbg52DPI/AAAAAAAABFQ/CTOonuSf0T4/s320/tumblr_lcjsikQAfX1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544572629261094130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Insyaallah eh awak. :D I'm going to miss you next week. :( A lot.  I won't be seeing you that much anymore. But I know, that's okay cause its your passion even if it means I had to shed tears and wait for you to some back. And if something is bound to happen, it will happen. :) Insyaallah XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-1390509416842398357?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1390509416842398357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1390509416842398357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1390509416842398357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1390509416842398357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TPJKFiSOpAI/AAAAAAAABFo/cgALAbl07A8/s72-c/tumblr_lcjse1oCxg1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3768612123863143943</id><published>2010-11-26T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T02:06:51.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TO96gc-BOEI/AAAAAAAABE4/pFpwHk7ocus/s1600/tumblr_lcbhlpa4t31qddkhgo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TO96gc-BOEI/AAAAAAAABE4/pFpwHk7ocus/s320/tumblr_lcbhlpa4t31qddkhgo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543784364267092034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And no matter what it is, i'll stay cause I love you despite of everything that is happening. If i can be so sure that i'll be faithful to one person despite he's not there for the time being, i don't understand why people who have their special companions by their side all the time, can't be faithful to their girlfriend or boyfriend. Seriously, what's so hard to be loyal to one? Is it a must for some people to have multiple contacts messaging you every single day in a special way? Seriously. Wake up. When you lose him or her, then you'll regret. But i bet this kind of people, will never learn their lesson despite of the numerous times they got left. You want to know why? Cause they always had other guys or girls around them until they don't know how to differentiate the good and bad ones. Confusing sngt agaknyer. Too many guys or girls to judge.  So what if you received attention from other guys or girls when you're partner himself or herself doesn't give you their attention. Then treat your partners right, make them feel special so they'll appreciate you. But instead, some people just chose to follow their ego. Illogical people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;To me even if he doesn't treat me right, i'll  still try my very best to work things out cause at least i tried. So even if it doesn't work out, you never regret cause you gave your very best. Just because he or she is not treating you right, you're still committed to a relationship and nothing changes that no matter how much attention you get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TO96fvDDUEI/AAAAAAAABEw/7WNa51Yy1IM/s1600/tumblr_lcfe3gRFSB1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TO96fvDDUEI/AAAAAAAABEw/7WNa51Yy1IM/s320/tumblr_lcfe3gRFSB1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543784351940169794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I received less than 20 smses from him now per day, talked for less than 2 hours per day, met him for twice a week and yet, I don't seek attention from any other guy. He is the only guy I longed to sms, call and meet cause I find one is enough. You want to know why? Cause I'm sure I love him very much and only him. And I'm sure of it despite of his absence now. Those memories that we spent together are enough to last me for the rest of the time when he's not around. Even spending 30 mins with him, I would greatly appreciate it already. He is the only guy whom I reply his smses, besides papa of course. So tell me now, what's so hard to be faithful? Have these people thought of how hurt will their partner feel if they found out that their gf or bf are not faithful to them? Well, I felt it before many times and the worst thing is its from the same guy and yet, he's not changing. And trust me, he's the not the only one who is like that. The feeling really sucks so yar, spend a thought? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TO96fUp5vLI/AAAAAAAABEo/Rc0-PZfDUKQ/s1600/tumblr_lcfe8oCkNA1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TO96fUp5vLI/AAAAAAAABEo/Rc0-PZfDUKQ/s320/tumblr_lcfe8oCkNA1qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543784344855362738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Its a nice feeling when you see a lot of love quotes and it reminds you of the same person. And then you smile to yourself with the picture of him in your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TO96fKsIPjI/AAAAAAAABEg/pkMAmmaqkxQ/s1600/tumblr_lcfecetuGA1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TO96fKsIPjI/AAAAAAAABEg/pkMAmmaqkxQ/s320/tumblr_lcfecetuGA1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543784342180347442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Awak, I miss you so much right now. :( If I could teleport, the first place I will go is wherever you are now. :( Can't wait for this thing to end. Seriously. But don't worry, I'll still give my fullest support for your passion. We'll go through it together. 2 weeks to go. Have you ever miss someone so much until you just hug your pillow and cried so hard? Well, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-3768612123863143943?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3768612123863143943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3768612123863143943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3768612123863143943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3768612123863143943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-no-matter-what-it-is-ill-stay-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TO96gc-BOEI/AAAAAAAABE4/pFpwHk7ocus/s72-c/tumblr_lcbhlpa4t31qddkhgo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6086864913464777974</id><published>2010-11-22T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T04:31:54.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tmr is tearsday'/><title type='text'>Moanday:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOpfWi1jUdI/AAAAAAAABEY/5hKbisyusCE/s1600/tumblr_lc7yjnjHx51qbpwzeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOpfWi1jUdI/AAAAAAAABEY/5hKbisyusCE/s320/tumblr_lc7yjnjHx51qbpwzeo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542347132345995730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My phone was very lonely today. I had two smses from Nisa only. LOL Then i had one missed call from him! ^.^ i was jumping seh when I saw him name on my phone. :D After 12 hours of MIA eh awak! :D wah, my moanday are really like that without him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOpfV27xqMI/AAAAAAAABEQ/POxP34Sz970/s1600/tumblr_lc7xv4evuw1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOpfV27xqMI/AAAAAAAABEQ/POxP34Sz970/s320/tumblr_lc7xv4evuw1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542347120560941250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working today. :D It was super fun lah. Did cashiering! i used to buy the fake cashier when i was young, pushing the buttons and scanning toy groceries. Now, i'm doing the real thing! great experience. :D Tiring lah but fun. Many things to learn. I learned how to use visa to pay and nets. :D arranged books and stationaries. the things that i love. :D When i have free time, i flip through the geography guide and read! LOL lame ah farhana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning to send him to camp tmr. Hopefully can wake up ah. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i let you down, i'll turn it all around:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-6086864913464777974?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6086864913464777974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6086864913464777974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6086864913464777974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6086864913464777974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/11/moanday.html' title='Moanday:('/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOpfWi1jUdI/AAAAAAAABEY/5hKbisyusCE/s72-c/tumblr_lc7yjnjHx51qbpwzeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7897241549203351347</id><published>2010-11-21T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T07:20:05.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving you:)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOk1jQ0K_1I/AAAAAAAABEI/Ey16i-LVeeY/s1600/tumblr_lc56ev3BxH1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOk1jQ0K_1I/AAAAAAAABEI/Ey16i-LVeeY/s320/tumblr_lc56ev3BxH1qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542019696381591378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Someone is leaving for his camp tmr. :( He cut his hair. soooo cute. LOL. Met him just now:) Terubat rindu :P You know, when you start to fall for someone, even an hour with him just buying bubble tea seem so special. Why? Cause you spent it together. wah, chey. I gave him the photo we took together. :D Sweet kn farhana! :D Awak, I'm starting to miss you already! We'll meet on saturday okay. :D Five more days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Went to precision drill competition yesterday with farlyanna:) Hahaha, we were like commenting on their movements. Malay dance what. ^^ She is going picnic with iskandar tmr, at botanic garden! Fun right? :) Well, hope it goes well for you. Spent time with him while you can. For me, there goes my time. He is off tmr. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Insyaallah, I'll start working tmr. :) At yio chu kang! I feel close to him:P since his camp is also there. Maybe i can sneak out early to send him :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Him: awak, check pocket awak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: you threw you bubble gum wrapper inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Him: No lah! you stole my heart! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That's so cute right? Its one of the sweetest thing someone has said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Him: awak, kiter nyer knee sakit seh! Awak lah ni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: Huh?! aper kiter buat! macam mane boleh sakit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Him: Cause you keep making me fall for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Awwww, thanks awak. :D Syg awak :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-7897241549203351347?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7897241549203351347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7897241549203351347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7897241549203351347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7897241549203351347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/11/someone-is-leaving-for-his-camp-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOk1jQ0K_1I/AAAAAAAABEI/Ey16i-LVeeY/s72-c/tumblr_lc56ev3BxH1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-2150857028362533213</id><published>2010-11-19T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:37:24.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.right?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOaDl6doh2I/AAAAAAAABDw/RfjqLTfx9qQ/s1600/tumblr_lbw1ey6uQf1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOaDl6doh2I/AAAAAAAABDw/RfjqLTfx9qQ/s320/tumblr_lbw1ey6uQf1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541261078897919842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Since the first day you sms me, till now I'll still remember them cause they are the reasons why my tears always change into smiles. My screams are always changed into laughter. I can't imagine my life without you. But still, I know not everyone stay in your life forever and I may get hurt in the future if you're gone. There's billion of guys who would break girls heart and leave them. Well, I hope you don't. Be one of the billion that won't kay, awak. :) That's what i pray for every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOaDlKlCj7I/AAAAAAAABDo/4yWjFfXymPA/s1600/tumblr_lberbcNcjc1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOaDlKlCj7I/AAAAAAAABDo/4yWjFfXymPA/s320/tumblr_lberbcNcjc1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541261066044084146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yesterday was quite an horrible night for me but still, i had fun with my girlfriends. Thanks to people who ruined it. Well, its going to be one of the worst nights in my life. But i know I'll be okay soon. Well, things happened for a reason, making you realise the true facts in life. Thanks to the people around me who made me stronger. Who made me realise that even thinking about it is not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOaDkl1lbaI/AAAAAAAABDg/2ZbYRR8elg4/s1600/tumblr_lbv5z9hEHq1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOaDkl1lbaI/AAAAAAAABDg/2ZbYRR8elg4/s320/tumblr_lbv5z9hEHq1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541261056181366178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When that happened to you, you'll realised that you're going crazy over someone literally. I've never smiled so much until someone came into my life. Just reading his smses when I've already read it over and over again has made me smile. Really. :) Awak, I'm going to miss you so much when you're gone for your camp. This would be our first obstacle to go through together. Even not seeing you for a day can make me go crazy. I don't know how it would be for three weeks. Really. I'll miss everything about you. My phone will be lonely by its own. I would have to go through my toughest days on my own. Without you turning it all the way round. I really want to send you there but yeah, I can't. :'( Sorry awak for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be with you, to get you through the day and make everything okay. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :)&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/1553248453103087645-2150857028362533213?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/2150857028362533213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=2150857028362533213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2150857028362533213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2150857028362533213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/11/since-first-day-you-sms-me-till-now-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TOaDl6doh2I/AAAAAAAABDw/RfjqLTfx9qQ/s72-c/tumblr_lbw1ey6uQf1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-2270376787221060198</id><published>2010-11-14T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:37:45.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr soldier :)'/><title type='text'>best day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN_rzgUfgmI/AAAAAAAABDY/WMpuCpZWaEI/s1600/tumblr_lbtwytFUDP1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN_rzgUfgmI/AAAAAAAABDY/WMpuCpZWaEI/s320/tumblr_lbtwytFUDP1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539405336770740834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I think having relationship is just making it official to everyone. To me, you know he loves you and he knows you love him is enough for now until someone is ready. But I think what matter the most is knowing that he does love you very much and so do you. At least, we'll learn each other weakness and strength and learn to accept as well as adapting to it before getting to a real relationship. Cause I don't it to end up like my past, when all of it doesn't work out. I'll give my fullest and very best this time so if it happens that we were not meant to be, i know i've gave my best and i won't regret. :) The thing that I love the most is having someone loving you for who you are and not asking you to change cause to them, you're just okay being you. Maybe that's why god created someone for you because his strength maybe your weakness. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN_rzTDFgcI/AAAAAAAABDQ/QdgG9uJ_U8c/s1600/tumblr_lbkwf3TKdD1qddkhgo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN_rzTDFgcI/AAAAAAAABDQ/QdgG9uJ_U8c/s320/tumblr_lbkwf3TKdD1qddkhgo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539405333208072642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Insyaallah:) You know, when you realised that you're smiling to yourself when thoughts about him crossed your mind, that's when you're in love. Well, that's how i interpret all my countless smiles. until there's this one time, i didn't realised that i was smiling when i was thinking of someone and fira said "Ah, teringat kan boyfriend ah tu! senyum, senyum!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Awak, i appreciate everything you did yesterday. Never felt that kind happiness for a long time. Accompanying me to singapore flyer until sending me home. :) I love every single moment we spent. The jokes, the conversation and the stares, i love it. LOL I'll miss seeing you and disturbing you while you're in camp soon. Thank you very much, awak. ^.^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"well, you drive me crazy half the time, the other half I'm only trying to let you know what I feel is true"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-2270376787221060198?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/2270376787221060198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=2270376787221060198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2270376787221060198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2270376787221060198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-day.html' title='best day'/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN_rzgUfgmI/AAAAAAAABDY/WMpuCpZWaEI/s72-c/tumblr_lbtwytFUDP1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3196483241718120213</id><published>2010-11-12T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T05:50:59.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN1Bw1620dI/AAAAAAAABDI/JHPRj2BGbbc/s1600/tumblr_lbprqnk6991qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN1Bw1620dI/AAAAAAAABDI/JHPRj2BGbbc/s320/tumblr_lbprqnk6991qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538655424099045842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Actually i think its true ah, when you like someone right, when you write his name on a piece of paper, it is always decorated with a heart. like how I decorate his name. LOL. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN1Bwm0vG6I/AAAAAAAABDA/PRse_DA8rps/s1600/tumblr_lbnpkrmIA41qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN1Bwm0vG6I/AAAAAAAABDA/PRse_DA8rps/s320/tumblr_lbnpkrmIA41qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538655420046842786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think once you've made your decision in loving someone, you're taking a big risk. Once you get your heart broken, its the most painful thing ever. Crying for days, thinking of it. But i know maybe it is worth it even if i get my heart broken, i'm still thankful of the happiness i've gained from him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olevel is over! my dad asked me what i want to do after olvl and I said, "nana nak kahwin! hahaha" then my dad was "whoa! kahwin? ngan sape!" LOL I've been waiting for this day for ten years of education! LOL, mcm faham. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&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/1553248453103087645-3196483241718120213?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3196483241718120213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3196483241718120213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3196483241718120213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3196483241718120213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/11/actually-i-think-its-true-ah-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TN1Bw1620dI/AAAAAAAABDI/JHPRj2BGbbc/s72-c/tumblr_lbprqnk6991qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4709373449504392050</id><published>2010-11-10T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:36:04.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNpilp4JK1I/AAAAAAAABC4/MCFs2KshnZs/s1600/snapshot-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNpilp4JK1I/AAAAAAAABC4/MCFs2KshnZs/s320/snapshot-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537847090841463634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;haha, this is what happened when olvl is coming to an end. All the nonsense is coming out. LOL well, enjoy life now while you can! for those who haven't face the torture that you'll get to take olvl, all the best ah! Cause i swear i don't want to go through the process again. hahah! :D Farah slept my house yesterday and for the past few days also as our papers are in the morning. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNphrp2LEMI/AAAAAAAABCo/REzudaZuCWc/s1600/tumblr_lblv94sEkf1qbpwzeo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNphrp2LEMI/AAAAAAAABCo/REzudaZuCWc/s320/tumblr_lblv94sEkf1qbpwzeo1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537846094400786626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lets enjoy life while you can. :) Until the olvl results comes out lah, of course -.- well, higher malay wasn't so well done by me. But hopefully i'll do well. insyaallah :) last paper, mcq. For one hour, then I'll be free! I'll throw all those worksheets and tidy up my cupboard. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNphrXbMmzI/AAAAAAAABCg/-oygJE-rqWs/s1600/tumblr_lbkhzq3AJi1qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNphrXbMmzI/AAAAAAAABCg/-oygJE-rqWs/s320/tumblr_lbkhzq3AJi1qbpwzeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537846089455803186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The love part can ignore. :P no assurance yet. LOL Well, someone is leaving me for 3 weeks. Not exactly leaving lah. hahaha, but I won't get to meet him for 3 weeks. Haish. NCC ah, again-.- nvm, its his passion anyway. I should give him my fullest support! But still, my phone will be lonely then till he comes home. Baru ingat nak kasi fullest attention. hahaha! nvm, we got long way to go. :P somehow i love the way he'll laugh whenever i bring up about the camp thingy. LOL. but still, sedih or what. baru habis olevel, nak happy2 then he's gone. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: *stares at my hotcakes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: eh, jgn tengok kiter makan ah. jgn tengok kiter potong pun. macam mane nk makan kalau awak tengok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: Yelah2, kiter tk tengok. *stares again* *giggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: kiter ckp jgn tengok kan. kiter tk boleh habis ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: alah, 3 jer, sikit seh. habiskan ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: ah! pada awak sikit ah. 3 minggu pun sikit kan untuk awak! dah lah, tinggalkan kiter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: mane ader tinggalkan *laughs* *cover face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, I won't forget that moment. Farhana likes this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It has been 4 hours. I can't imagine if its 3 weeks. well, lets endure every obstacle. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-4709373449504392050?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4709373449504392050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4709373449504392050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4709373449504392050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4709373449504392050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/11/haha-this-is-what-happened-when-olvl-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNpilp4JK1I/AAAAAAAABC4/MCFs2KshnZs/s72-c/snapshot-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7468704579189088710</id><published>2010-11-05T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T02:15:30.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNPH8lrdy6I/AAAAAAAABCY/DYvAA538MHs/s1600/tumblr_laamgujwlH1qaobbko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNPH8lrdy6I/AAAAAAAABCY/DYvAA538MHs/s320/tumblr_laamgujwlH1qaobbko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535988210688969634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Booooooo! But still, i miss him. :( it has been 3 days since I saw him and I've to put up with two torturing days. Haish. Freak seh farhana, padahal i talk to him everyday. But still, smsing, talking every day is still different than seeing him in front of your eyes tau! This is when we're still in the same sch and stuffs like tht. What happen next year then? After olevel? Cause sometimes I feel as if its going nowhere. Just hanging there. Though I love the feeling sometimes it threaten me not having assurance whether he is still going to be there. Well, lets pray for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNPH8itWYoI/AAAAAAAABCQ/TREGUA4eMWA/s1600/tumblr_lbamxdLgjW1qaobbko1_r2_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNPH8itWYoI/AAAAAAAABCQ/TREGUA4eMWA/s320/tumblr_lbamxdLgjW1qaobbko1_r2_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535988209891566210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, You can't always please everyone with whatever you do right. some people think that you're making assumption lah what lah when all you wanted was things to stay the same. you just don't want to affect your friendship and some people think that you want to other way. Urgh-.- What do you feel when people only come to you when they're lonely and when they have found others, they leave you just like that. its the most suckish feeling ever. Seriously. and you know what is the worst thing, they felt it before on how people only come to them for something and yet, they're doing that to other people too. Well, its up to you to judge lah eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;People are all showing off that they're left with 4 papers and I'm left with 5! fine lah. mon having ss. :O Tuesday is geog paper 2 :O :O :O Scary right? I SWEAR I don't want to take olevel again in my life. This is it. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! ^.^ &lt;thanks i="" m="" addicted="" to="" this="" emoticon=""&gt;&lt;i'm addicted="" this="" thanks="" to="" hahaha=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"awak, kiter rindu awak. :("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i'm&gt;&lt;/thanks&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-7468704579189088710?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7468704579189088710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7468704579189088710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7468704579189088710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7468704579189088710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/11/booooooo-but-still-i-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TNPH8lrdy6I/AAAAAAAABCY/DYvAA538MHs/s72-c/tumblr_laamgujwlH1qaobbko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-5149600363403757777</id><published>2010-10-31T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:53:15.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TM0cdIn2vaI/AAAAAAAABCI/vbXV6RMqM4U/s1600/tumblr_langxmdwLU1qaobbko1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TM0cdIn2vaI/AAAAAAAABCI/vbXV6RMqM4U/s320/tumblr_langxmdwLU1qaobbko1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534110803964640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:) Cause i think when there's someone who never fails to make you smile, its the same as he is taking all you past misery and pain that you've suffered. Just like that. Its not magic but it seems like it. :D well, i can say that God gave me a miracle from above just like that, for now. :) Well, no one can predict the future right? But still, i hope that he is there in my future too. The one who never fails to make me smile every single day until i forget how it feels to be sad anymore. but sometimes, people say the one who makes you smile will be the one that going to make you sad too. But that's life right? There's ups and downs. You can't predict the future about what's going to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2 more weeks, and everything is going to be over. I can clean up my messy room and I can give my fullest attention to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;and my friends? :P hopefully. hahahaha! okay, i'm so off to study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:20%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;someone: actually, what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;me: ouh, kiter bilang dier ah yang kiter suke awak. Eh! tak, kiter suke si detu ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;someone: *laughs* ah! awak dah tercakap! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;me: dah2, jgn nak perasan eh. kiter belum habis criterkan ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;sometimes the smallest mistakes you make that make you slip out the truth are the most memorable one. hahaha! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-5149600363403757777?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/5149600363403757777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=5149600363403757777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5149600363403757777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5149600363403757777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-i-think-when-theres-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TM0cdIn2vaI/AAAAAAAABCI/vbXV6RMqM4U/s72-c/tumblr_langxmdwLU1qaobbko1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7172110233928530086</id><published>2010-10-23T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:27:05.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TMKaRkxeo-I/AAAAAAAABCA/aC0zoEvA_eE/s1600/tumblr_lan1epo4OQ1qakyreo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TMKaRkxeo-I/AAAAAAAABCA/aC0zoEvA_eE/s320/tumblr_lan1epo4OQ1qakyreo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531152919084049378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause suddenly when you came, I feel like love is the most beautiful thing ever and I hope that  feeling won't change. Well, there's ups and downs right? But  I'm sure i'll go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone remove me as his blog reader today.. Well, it does matter to me knowing that I've created an  enemy. But then, don't you want to see me happy? After all the pain i went through. after all those tears I wiped. well, thats what people say when you gain someone in your life, you lose someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvl is in two days! ya allah! takut nyer. insyaallah i can made it through! :) okay, better off to study. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause you're better than the best, awak! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-7172110233928530086?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7172110233928530086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7172110233928530086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7172110233928530086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7172110233928530086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/10/cause-suddenly-when-you-came-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TMKaRkxeo-I/AAAAAAAABCA/aC0zoEvA_eE/s72-c/tumblr_lan1epo4OQ1qakyreo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7846421401790640376</id><published>2010-10-18T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T03:32:10.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLwf_AmsHDI/AAAAAAAABB4/DHS0QBoktAc/s1600/tumblr_lag0txoXEn1qzn62ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLwf_AmsHDI/AAAAAAAABB4/DHS0QBoktAc/s320/tumblr_lag0txoXEn1qzn62ro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529329609858620466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I miss perfections.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing cafe world and all those stupid games.&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching movie all day long.&lt;br /&gt;I miss shopping for stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with maisarah and sharifa.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going out with nisa, farah, syahiirah and zahirah though I see them in school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss almost everything now that I spend most of my time studying.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I miss seeing the sight of him although I just talk to him on the phone few mins ago and saw him from a distance today -.-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! Wrong timing. Really. but still, I'm happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to study -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-7846421401790640376?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7846421401790640376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7846421401790640376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7846421401790640376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7846421401790640376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-perfections.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLwf_AmsHDI/AAAAAAAABB4/DHS0QBoktAc/s72-c/tumblr_lag0txoXEn1qzn62ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6671806656096352172</id><published>2010-10-16T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:03:56.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A:)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLqOAo12SXI/AAAAAAAABBw/AQqgyqtnq4U/s1600/tumblr_l8sdg6Hj4j1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLqOAo12SXI/AAAAAAAABBw/AQqgyqtnq4U/s320/tumblr_l8sdg6Hj4j1qav92co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528887634165123442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;:) zahirah actually dedicate this picture to me. Well, i've found it way longer than her! hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;anyway, i felt super good that all my worries are gone. Seriously. the secret that i kept for more than 3 months, trying very hard to not show any signs, is no longer mine to keep. :) Bestf. knows :) and the feelings that i kept deep down inside, is out. funny story abt that. :P well, mine to keep. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but there's this guy right, who keep giving bad impression on boys -.- why does this people exist? really. maybe to teach me to appreciate the good ones agaknyer. Well, nvm i think he is one in a million. But really, the world should avoid this population of maniac and unfaithful boyfriends from spreading. Really. There should be a rehab for these kind of people and sentence them to 1000000 strokes of canning ke or what for deceiving and breaking girls hearts. Gila perempuan. -.- nasib, someone changed my perspective abt boys in GENERAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;okay, shall not get affected and i'm off to study! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-6671806656096352172?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6671806656096352172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6671806656096352172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6671806656096352172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6671806656096352172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/10/zahirah-actually-dedicate-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLqOAo12SXI/AAAAAAAABBw/AQqgyqtnq4U/s72-c/tumblr_l8sdg6Hj4j1qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1771363114265219079</id><published>2010-10-15T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:52:57.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLkuOLRoaWI/AAAAAAAABBo/i3bY6OP12Qs/s1600/tumblr_l56v3gIwXn1qav92co1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLkuOLRoaWI/AAAAAAAABBo/i3bY6OP12Qs/s320/tumblr_l56v3gIwXn1qav92co1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528500838653782370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLkuN1LtjfI/AAAAAAAABBg/krQw0CjlFTM/s1600/tumblr_l9tmegfk6b1qc2keho1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLkuN1LtjfI/AAAAAAAABBg/krQw0CjlFTM/s320/tumblr_l9tmegfk6b1qc2keho1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528500832723373554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, i think now. Its okay, I rather take the risk for the sake of my happiness and him :) Even if its means that I'm going to get hurt someday. But i believed that he won't let that happen. Hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lets just focus my attention on olvl first. That one after olvl can think. LOL :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Olvl is in 10 days! scary much? omg, practical is in 5 days! scary or what. Insyaallah, I can make it through. Doakan saya ye :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, i'm off to kfc? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-1771363114265219079?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1771363114265219079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1771363114265219079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1771363114265219079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1771363114265219079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-i-think-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLkuOLRoaWI/AAAAAAAABBo/i3bY6OP12Qs/s72-c/tumblr_l56v3gIwXn1qav92co1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8482634208209968621</id><published>2010-10-13T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T05:03:59.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLWcx89pshI/AAAAAAAABBY/A5_n-P3RgyI/s1600/snapshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLWcx89pshI/AAAAAAAABBY/A5_n-P3RgyI/s320/snapshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527496499659387410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;fira muke minta kene tampar kan. hahaha! I love taking pictures with her. She suggest all the poses for me. :) Cool kan budak ni. hahaha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I love what happened today. From recess to after sch. :) It was filled with laughter, as per normal. Making sch rocks despite of all those works. Two teachers today came to me and said that I looked tired. :( Haish, maybe I just am. well, I'll take my booster. :) I bet its really a wrong timing to have these feelings but I'm loving it. :( Lets just not disappoint any party. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;okay, i shall go start my revision now. Not planning to go sch tmr. :P but i think i coming for night study though. physics and maths! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:35%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought that he would talk to me during recess. then he turned behind and ask what i want to eat -.- you don't know how panic i am. the funny part is. after how many minutes later can still turn behind and say hello farhana. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: awak kat ane?&lt;br /&gt;someone: kiter ngah lepak. wild kan kiter!&lt;br /&gt;me: ish, jahat nyer. tak suke!&lt;br /&gt;someone: eh, sape suruh awak suke kiter.&lt;br /&gt;me:jangan nak perasan eh. biler masa kiter suke awak!&lt;br /&gt;someone: eh, kiter tk ckp awak. kiter refer to org belakang awak.&lt;br /&gt;me:merepek ar -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-8482634208209968621?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8482634208209968621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8482634208209968621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8482634208209968621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8482634208209968621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/10/fira-muke-minta-kene-tampar-kan.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLWcx89pshI/AAAAAAAABBY/A5_n-P3RgyI/s72-c/snapshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6981395924142337000</id><published>2010-10-11T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T05:51:01.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLMHSMhZLOI/AAAAAAAABBI/eiMtSTFLb0g/s1600/Photo0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLMHSMhZLOI/AAAAAAAABBI/eiMtSTFLb0g/s320/Photo0641.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526769176894057698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLMHRuLVCcI/AAAAAAAABBA/U3j-ahv0wHM/s1600/Photo0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLMHRuLVCcI/AAAAAAAABBA/U3j-ahv0wHM/s320/Photo0636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526769168748448194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLMHRQ7zSzI/AAAAAAAABA4/z23vCc0LkWs/s1600/Photo0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLMHRQ7zSzI/AAAAAAAABA4/z23vCc0LkWs/s320/Photo0637.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526769160898693938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLMHRNfHMjI/AAAAAAAABAw/ExAIIwTZPmQ/s1600/Photo0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLMHRNfHMjI/AAAAAAAABAw/ExAIIwTZPmQ/s320/Photo0631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526769159973057074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The advantages of studying together, pastamania! :D hahaha, okay. shall start going sch tmr! o'lvl! :D nanti ader org marah tk blajar. hahaha! okay bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;off to study :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :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/1553248453103087645-6981395924142337000?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6981395924142337000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6981395924142337000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6981395924142337000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6981395924142337000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/10/advantages-of-studying-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TLMHSMhZLOI/AAAAAAAABBI/eiMtSTFLb0g/s72-c/Photo0641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1830922915331393818</id><published>2010-10-08T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T04:08:50.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TK75TAf6wzI/AAAAAAAABAo/eMze9xmNuAs/s1600/tumblr_l4xdwmRrPi1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TK75TAf6wzI/AAAAAAAABAo/eMze9xmNuAs/s320/tumblr_l4xdwmRrPi1qav92co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525627897776882482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm feeling so tired, stressed, irritated and mad. Well, thanks to my awesome class, friends and someone for making that go away. Ya allah, give me the strength that I need. Just 2 more weeks. :) Its sad that 4 achieve is just starting to get bonded with each other. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its not that I forgot you!" this quote make me lol. hahha! and syahiirah's sms too! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall start my revision! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-1830922915331393818?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1830922915331393818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1830922915331393818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1830922915331393818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1830922915331393818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-feeling-so-tired-stressed-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TK75TAf6wzI/AAAAAAAABAo/eMze9xmNuAs/s72-c/tumblr_l4xdwmRrPi1qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4774858246651123053</id><published>2010-10-05T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T04:02:44.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TKsCJk1P5CI/AAAAAAAABAg/4auPq0tcLyY/s1600/tumblr_l9chojZJWQ1qaobbko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TKsCJk1P5CI/AAAAAAAABAg/4auPq0tcLyY/s320/tumblr_l9chojZJWQ1qaobbko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524511731429139490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, i think my life has been a blessing. :) got back our report books. I got 13 for my L1R4 well, that need a lot of work to do to improve it but however, bersyukur :) I think I'm having this feeling that I once had last time, "the over the rainbow" kind of feeling when you'll smile everytime you think abt it. Wrong timing seh! haha. takper. maybe it is a blessing in disguise. Whoa, idioms dah kluar nie! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'lvl is in 19 days and i'm starting to freak out! :O Some people has already like not coming to sch seh. tk fair! can revise at home! :( But nvm, there is a lot of fun in sch now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what I am feeling now. Part of me feels like letting it go but part of me feels love what's happening now. Alah, forget it. I'm happy with whatever is happening now. :P After a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"what if you're the one? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-4774858246651123053?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4774858246651123053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4774858246651123053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4774858246651123053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4774858246651123053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-i-think-my-life-has-been-blessing.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TKsCJk1P5CI/AAAAAAAABAg/4auPq0tcLyY/s72-c/tumblr_l9chojZJWQ1qaobbko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-5160300112104148199</id><published>2010-09-23T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T05:31:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TJtDywp0SuI/AAAAAAAABAY/SctMvBp9nro/s1600/tumblr_l903okDQAV1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TJtDywp0SuI/AAAAAAAABAY/SctMvBp9nro/s320/tumblr_l903okDQAV1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520080307605490402" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;For once in my lifetime today, I'm very sure that I've made the right choice of forgetting someone existance. Seriously. Well, you want to know right why does your apologies didn't mean anything. Cause it doesn't change anything. I don't gain nor loss anything. what's the  point of apologising when your intention is really to hurt my feelings. I don't regret losing a selfish, arrogant and heartless guy like you. There's no point in making me jealous, cause honestly i'm not affected by one bit. I've MOVED ON if you haven't realised that. You can prove by your words, well haha watch me, I'll prove it in front of your eyes by my actions. So too bad. i've gained someone better who made me happy anw. unlike you. well, if you're having a miserable life, yo don't have to drag others too. thanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I super hate rehearsal, really. they'll tend to drag on and you're only involved for how many seconds. Its super frustrating. -.- anw, I got back my prelims results. Alhamdulilah, passed all my subjects except geog which i'll be getting tmr. I got a1 for both e.maths and A.maths. :) and an A2 for hmt. :) doa, usaha dan tawakal, really works. :) eng and science, disappointment. well, i'm still bersyukur that i pass them even though its not with flying colours. :) i've been having terrible headache nowadays at night. :( maybe cause the insufficient hours of sleep. well, success need sacrifices right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;okay, I'm off to finish off my a.maths revision and chemistry -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"and I don't want to lose you too. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1553248453103087645-5160300112104148199?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/5160300112104148199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=5160300112104148199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5160300112104148199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5160300112104148199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-once-in-my-lifetime-today-im-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TJtDywp0SuI/AAAAAAAABAY/SctMvBp9nro/s72-c/tumblr_l903okDQAV1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7690820632608133303</id><published>2010-09-14T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T06:20:15.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guess what? I'm supposed to be studying for physics but I decided to play the com instead. Distractions! handphone also! -.- But nvm, it makes me happy. hahaha! prelims paper has been a killer, seriously. Freaking out. hahaha! Kiter berdoa jer eh. :) I dreamt about someone last night! Super funny, seriously. Told farah, nisa and syahiirah abt it and they went LOL! takper, some dreams do come true kan. But if not, its okay. Takdir tuhan :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My stomach has been giving me problems seh. Urgh, farah nyer disease spread to me! hahaha! I'm so loving going to sch now. :D looking at the bright side of things, prelims going to end soon. but not olvl -.- Scary or what! tawakal jer lah eh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, i should really be studying now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"and you're in a million too. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&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/1553248453103087645-7690820632608133303?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7690820632608133303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7690820632608133303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7690820632608133303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7690820632608133303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-what-im-supposed-to-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-5269753003500107690</id><published>2010-09-11T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T07:17:43.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TIuPTvpDR7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Io3p-vNrSkw/s1600/61880_431906156877_658266877_4899378_6767168_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TIuPTvpDR7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Io3p-vNrSkw/s320/61880_431906156877_658266877_4899378_6767168_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515659738014238642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TIuPS9X-JZI/AAAAAAAABAI/rfkQEmCDhTU/s1600/60468_431903521877_658266877_4899233_3747159_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TIuPS9X-JZI/AAAAAAAABAI/rfkQEmCDhTU/s320/60468_431903521877_658266877_4899233_3747159_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515659724520826258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TIuPSVnY31I/AAAAAAAABAA/Um31YZzpWXk/s1600/58413_448873008056_605723056_4910511_3198140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TIuPSVnY31I/AAAAAAAABAA/Um31YZzpWXk/s320/58413_448873008056_605723056_4910511_3198140_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515659713848074066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TIuPR3eakEI/AAAAAAAAA_4/QcoMUnjq0qg/s1600/58401_431905961877_658266877_4899365_3893720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TIuPR3eakEI/AAAAAAAAA_4/QcoMUnjq0qg/s320/58401_431905961877_658266877_4899365_3893720_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515659705757372482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat hari raya! :D kalau saya terbuat salah, maafkan saya yer. :D Raya wasn't that though this year. maybe cause I kept thinking about how to find time to study. :P Well, those are the photos that are took yesterday. :D My baju raya was sent to my house on wednesday? :O I was freaking out though. But still, alhamdulilah, nasib. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's more picture, I'll upload those which i like! :D anyway, last year my family theme was  retro so this year is classy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm off to memorise geog! selamat hari raya! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-5269753003500107690?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/5269753003500107690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=5269753003500107690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5269753003500107690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5269753003500107690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-d-kalau-saya-terbuat.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TIuPTvpDR7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Io3p-vNrSkw/s72-c/61880_431906156877_658266877_4899378_6767168_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7781109156534930285</id><published>2010-09-06T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T06:16:20.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TITmHW938oI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nhFtJkEFF6o/s1600/tumblr_l7vcuiYele1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TITmHW938oI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nhFtJkEFF6o/s320/tumblr_l7vcuiYele1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513784857906901634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I think I have to agree to this :) Cause it always happen to me. :) Whenever someone walks out of my life, I'll tend to have someone better walking in. Really. :D Like how I met syahiirah, nisa and Farah. :D like how someone who really make me happy and never fails to turn my frowns into smile came into my life after someone walk out. Just like the light at the end of tunnel. You'll tend to feel "finally, everything has come to an end. And its a new beginning. A brand new life." Its really happening, and I'm really thankful to god for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That's why I believed that everything happen for a reason. If i didn't had my past, i wouldn't know the true meaning of life, how unfair and hurtful it is. I'll still be in my fantasy click five craze world when I'll tend to believe that I'll marry kyle patrick someday when he doesn't even know my existence. LOL. Gullible much? I'll always get what I want before my sec two life, but yah. After that, everything changed the opposite way. I didn't get what I wanted. Maybe god was showing there's this another side of life that I didn't realised it existed too. I'm still thankful though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Science practical was horrible! seriously. And last time, I used to think that science practical is a great way to escape theory lessons. I somehow miss my Chemistry and Physic SPA now. I didn't get to really finish the paper. Sad. :( my solution Q finished and i couldn't redo the experiment so I didn't get to know what gas it gave out.  :O haha, takper forget it. Tawakal. Its over anw. :) I bought earring for raya just now! :D whhee, so excited. And i bought my high heels from padini. :D its the highest I have so far :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;okay, I'm having a terrible headache but I'm so off to do my revison for wednesday's ss and chem paper. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Selamat menyambut Aidilfiltri! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-7781109156534930285?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7781109156534930285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7781109156534930285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7781109156534930285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7781109156534930285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-i-have-to-agree-to-this-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TITmHW938oI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nhFtJkEFF6o/s72-c/tumblr_l7vcuiYele1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8280829690200252011</id><published>2010-09-05T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:59:44.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TINL2MmL3BI/AAAAAAAAA_o/CTARIB3HtEw/s1600/tumblr_l7vcdoecI51qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TINL2MmL3BI/AAAAAAAAA_o/CTARIB3HtEw/s320/tumblr_l7vcdoecI51qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513333763298024466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;During this prelims, i'm not going to rely to much hope on it so that when the results come, i won't be depressed and it won't affect my o'lvl. I know i've tried my very best and insyaallah, the results will be okay too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Honestly, I'm sick of balancing my hari raya preparation and my o'lvl preparation cause to me its like you choose either one. -.- bulan puasa nie kan betul2 mencabar orang punyer kesabaran tau. seriously. People kept telling how happy someone is like i care anymore. seriously. I'm happy with my life too so yar and he is happy. I'm happy for him too. So why aren't you happy? haha, i seriously find no point with people telling me about him cause i don't care at all. he has his own life and i have my own. whoever he wants to be with or choose to be with. that's his problem. I have my own life to attend too. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tmr is science practical! :O hahaha! goo farhana! you can do it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"awak suke eh panggil name kiter abeh senyum. kiter suke:) haha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-8280829690200252011?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8280829690200252011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8280829690200252011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8280829690200252011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8280829690200252011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/09/during-this-prelims-im-not-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TINL2MmL3BI/AAAAAAAAA_o/CTARIB3HtEw/s72-c/tumblr_l7vcdoecI51qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-2408772166833559863</id><published>2010-08-31T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:09:11.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TH3PxcA5X2I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Xl5HUCv3SSE/s1600/tumblr_l7igpuy2Qn1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TH3PxcA5X2I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Xl5HUCv3SSE/s320/tumblr_l7igpuy2Qn1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511789967211847522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, prelims are just around the corner. No more fooling around. :P But still, I can't ignore my phone. hahaha, its strange isn't? When last time, I used to ignore my phone for months. whoa, i remembered that i got 24o plus for my psle prelims and the actual one, i got 226. scary right? you're suppose to do better for the actual one. Hopefully, this one, its opposite. hahaha! :D insyaallah, we can do it :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I think I've learn to take negative things positively and not get affected by it. :) Just like how people say mean things about you and having people sarcastic to you for whatever you do. Well, whatever I'm doing, that's my problem, it doesn't affect your life. that's my life, if you're not happy about it, then that's your problem. Go find the resolution for yourself. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;okay, off to study eng? wait, what is there to study? hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-2408772166833559863?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/2408772166833559863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=2408772166833559863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2408772166833559863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2408772166833559863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-prelims-are-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TH3PxcA5X2I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Xl5HUCv3SSE/s72-c/tumblr_l7igpuy2Qn1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4840260632699887563</id><published>2010-08-28T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:42:11.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THi8qkzmIcI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/6F6V5e1uLHA/s1600/46791_494849027574_779917574_7096971_4465020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THi8qkzmIcI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/6F6V5e1uLHA/s320/46791_494849027574_779917574_7096971_4465020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510361583708414402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syahiirah turns 16 on thurs! :P Wooohoo! :D we bought her a billabong pencil box and winnie the pooh notepad! :D farah did the board, then we wrote all our wishes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THi8PBgNdpI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/vHkiJdC8fIM/s1600/tumblr_l7gckfo3CX1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THi8PBgNdpI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/vHkiJdC8fIM/s320/tumblr_l7gckfo3CX1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510361110375397010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially when you start to accept new people in your life and also the ones who nvr fail to be in it. :D even though sometimes i wonder what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. I'm off to do my revisions! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-4840260632699887563?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4840260632699887563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4840260632699887563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4840260632699887563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4840260632699887563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/08/syahiirah-turns-16-on-thurs-p-wooohoo-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THi8qkzmIcI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/6F6V5e1uLHA/s72-c/46791_494849027574_779917574_7096971_4465020_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3022663960429045450</id><published>2010-08-25T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T05:26:30.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THUJ1C_9LQI/AAAAAAAAA_A/vHbbny8BrbA/s1600/tumblr_l75h3bnxIj1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THUJ1C_9LQI/AAAAAAAAA_A/vHbbny8BrbA/s320/tumblr_l75h3bnxIj1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509320526100507906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;haha, i love this photo also. :D Somehow its true ah. Its just that frustrated feeling you get when you're like here worrying like hell for someone and there that person is attracting other people attention -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Some part of me today love what happened today and some part of me actually ignored it. So yar, nvm.. Lets just carry with the normal routine of my life. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Back to my revisions and homeworks -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :)&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/1553248453103087645-3022663960429045450?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3022663960429045450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3022663960429045450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3022663960429045450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3022663960429045450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/08/haha-i-love-this-photo-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THUJ1C_9LQI/AAAAAAAAA_A/vHbbny8BrbA/s72-c/tumblr_l75h3bnxIj1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-5274035424751294991</id><published>2010-08-23T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:58:50.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THJ9pXfm6II/AAAAAAAAA-4/sDm15om8VsU/s1600/tumblr_l75gu66oOL1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THJ9pXfm6II/AAAAAAAAA-4/sDm15om8VsU/s320/tumblr_l75gu66oOL1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508603443862235266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And i want to be out of the millions who take examination, I'm the one who proved people who thought i couldn't make it wrong :) Insyaallah. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm very tired, exhausted and lifeless. I'm currently doing my homework and I'm already yawning. I still got like mock test to study. :( Ya allah, give me the strength that I need to go through this. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;okay, i'm off to hw. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Out of the millions who loves you, I want to be ONE you choose:)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-5274035424751294991?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/5274035424751294991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=5274035424751294991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5274035424751294991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5274035424751294991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-i-want-to-be-out-of-millions-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/THJ9pXfm6II/AAAAAAAAA-4/sDm15om8VsU/s72-c/tumblr_l75gu66oOL1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8447602182187811505</id><published>2010-08-21T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:06:03.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TG-CT90LLQI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-aFAizSq8CM/s1600/tumblr_l75gjg3jus1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TG-CT90LLQI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-aFAizSq8CM/s320/tumblr_l75gjg3jus1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507764148819930370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I super love this pic. :D It gives me the positive feeling of people hating. I know it contradicts, but still :D I think I've learnt not to hate people. Just ignore them and pretend they don't exist in your life. Don't even need to think about them. I'm loving the way sch is now despite of the torturing preparation cause I don't really see the people whom I dislike. :D Its either they just happen not to be around me or I completely ignore them till i didn't realise they're there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;On wednesday was a happy day for me even though I didn't take mt results. Ridzuan managed to clinched his A1! :D And maisarah got A2! :D Ridzuan was like unbelievable happy ah. hahaha! maisarah cried even before getting her results :) I'm so proud of both of them though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;okay, i'm so off to do homeworks and revision! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-8447602182187811505?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8447602182187811505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8447602182187811505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8447602182187811505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8447602182187811505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-super-love-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TG-CT90LLQI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-aFAizSq8CM/s72-c/tumblr_l75gjg3jus1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8832011262967490257</id><published>2010-08-13T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:06:10.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TGY7uM_aVQI/AAAAAAAAA-o/tacZtEEnbak/s1600/tumblr_l6sjcob3Fo1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TGY7uM_aVQI/AAAAAAAAA-o/tacZtEEnbak/s320/tumblr_l6sjcob3Fo1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505153259454223618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;It took me more than a year to realised that. you're going to found out who really loves you. seriously. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my best friend nad:&lt;br /&gt;please start moving on. I really hope you do. Seriously. I really hope so. There's other fishes in the water. You deserve to be treated better don't you think? really nad, its not worth it to have someone back when he keeps hurting you. I don't want you to feel the same thing I felt. When he is going to leave you again, for another girl when you still love him.  Me and rin is always there for you. :) I know how hurtful it feels like so yar, you're prelims are around the corner. Don't let it affects you! No matter how sad you are, just put up a smile. In a way, you're telling him that he has achieved defeat as he failed to bring you down :) lastly, love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to my maths paper 2 -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-8832011262967490257?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8832011262967490257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8832011262967490257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8832011262967490257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8832011262967490257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-took-me-more-than-year-to-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TGY7uM_aVQI/AAAAAAAAA-o/tacZtEEnbak/s72-c/tumblr_l6sjcob3Fo1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8891046686770961130</id><published>2010-08-07T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T04:50:30.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TF1ICGSUrPI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qrb5iRg6vTM/s1600/tumblr_l63k3qr0sj1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TF1ICGSUrPI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qrb5iRg6vTM/s320/tumblr_l63k3qr0sj1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502633520601017586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hate it when people are avoiding you for the reasons that you don't know. What's you're problem with me seh. well, nvm. That you're freaking problem, go and solve it yourself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;"When you laugh at your own jokes, thats when I love you, :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! XD&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/1553248453103087645-8891046686770961130?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8891046686770961130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8891046686770961130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8891046686770961130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8891046686770961130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-it-when-people-are-avoiding-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TF1ICGSUrPI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qrb5iRg6vTM/s72-c/tumblr_l63k3qr0sj1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-450160846584420189</id><published>2010-08-04T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T05:24:25.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFlVcZyo3HI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/U9Ra1FMYjio/s1600/tumblr_l65ohjlDMe1qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFlVcZyo3HI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/U9Ra1FMYjio/s320/tumblr_l65ohjlDMe1qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501522366257749106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFlVcMQrc1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/_v1NoXTun9Q/s1600/tumblr_l5y8rslSbZ1qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFlVcMQrc1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/_v1NoXTun9Q/s320/tumblr_l5y8rslSbZ1qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501522362625651538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Haha, I think the second picture is nice. But from what I realised, people who let their loves ones go to let them be with someone else actually love that the person more than their current girlfriend or boyfriends is. Cause they are willing to bear with the pain, seeing their loves one being with another person rather than being selfish. Just because they hoped and their loves one is happier with the another party. I got 3 examples of people like that in mind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having like tests almost everyday now. Better get used to it. Fira woke me up by blowing bubbles onto my face. That is the most irritating thing someone had done to me ar, seriously. It 8.30 now and I haven't even start on my hw. :O Well, I think today was the first time that I forgot I was fasting until it was 3pm when my stomach start grumbling. Today would be the 7th and last day, that I had to fast. :D yay! :D But well, maybe tmr, I puasa sunat then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to do history, maths and malay hw! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-450160846584420189?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/450160846584420189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=450160846584420189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/450160846584420189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/450160846584420189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/08/haha-i-think-second-picture-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFlVcZyo3HI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/U9Ra1FMYjio/s72-c/tumblr_l65ohjlDMe1qa92g7o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3166523881894261821</id><published>2010-07-31T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T03:13:22.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFPz2HABHII/AAAAAAAAA-A/Nj2zaSNJhdA/s1600/tumblr_l63kacysrm1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFPz2HABHII/AAAAAAAAA-A/Nj2zaSNJhdA/s320/tumblr_l63kacysrm1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500007680867114114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm so tired of homeworks and revisions. teacher has been pestering us to revise. How to revise when your time are spent most on homeworks? Seriously. -.- Going home late everyday. Fighting against the sleppyness feeling during class. trying to absorb everything you can. I'm not born smart, you knw. -.- but still, i'm having a SUPERB time with my friends and classmates which change the whole boring idea of sch. Really. :D When every second of sch is filled with laughter and smiles that what I call superb. :D Having a great time and studying at the same time take away the stress. I think the important thing is learn on how to not get affected by every single thing that try to affect you. Just treat them as a important lesson to learn and not repeating it. Well, it o'lvl anw so I shall not pay more attention to anything else except for my study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tell me why-taylor switf &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not&lt;br /&gt;You took a swing, I took it hard&lt;br /&gt;And down here from the ground, I see who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of your attitude&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you love me then you cut me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;But you know you got a mean streak&lt;br /&gt;Makes me run for cover when you're around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to you and your temper&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I remember what you said last night&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you see what you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could write a book on how&lt;br /&gt;To ruin someone's perfect day&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get so confused and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;I take a step back, let you go&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'm not bulletproof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love this lyrics. Seriously. :D Addicted to the song now. I bought two dress today. But the thing is, I have no time to even go out! :P Okay, I'm off to do my mock paper! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-3166523881894261821?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3166523881894261821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3166523881894261821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3166523881894261821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3166523881894261821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-so-tired-of-homeworks-and-revisions.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFPz2HABHII/AAAAAAAAA-A/Nj2zaSNJhdA/s72-c/tumblr_l63kacysrm1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8364970926090929207</id><published>2010-07-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:36:49.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFE9dZb5JcI/AAAAAAAAA94/e96BSuaLAsw/s1600/tumblr_l63jvjYFrz1qaobbko1_r1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFE9dZb5JcI/AAAAAAAAA94/e96BSuaLAsw/s320/tumblr_l63jvjYFrz1qaobbko1_r1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499244195249464770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We don’t talk anymore. And you know what the saddest part is? We used to talk &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1553248453103087645-8364970926090929207?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8364970926090929207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8364970926090929207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8364970926090929207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8364970926090929207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-dont-talk-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TFE9dZb5JcI/AAAAAAAAA94/e96BSuaLAsw/s72-c/tumblr_l63jvjYFrz1qaobbko1_r1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-187399736249915004</id><published>2010-07-17T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:03:49.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TEJg9ripbiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Eyv3efheRh4/s1600/tumblr_l5cr0btUZX1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TEJg9ripbiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Eyv3efheRh4/s320/tumblr_l5cr0btUZX1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495061108121759266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-187399736249915004?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/187399736249915004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=187399736249915004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/187399736249915004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/187399736249915004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TEJg9ripbiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Eyv3efheRh4/s72-c/tumblr_l5cr0btUZX1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-5385074113560625310</id><published>2010-07-13T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:56:54.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDyMhYJKOAI/AAAAAAAAA9o/9hkt8eLPR9g/s1600/4339116669_ecbf0194df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDyMhYJKOAI/AAAAAAAAA9o/9hkt8eLPR9g/s320/4339116669_ecbf0194df.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493420150529603586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sch has been really hectic that I'm afraid to catch up with the pace, its like you finish sch at 6, reach home at 6.30 and then do your homeworks and study until you sleep. crazy kn! when you wake up early in the morning. its is so irritating. A process which I nvr want to be in it. Seriously. somehow, everything seem fine now. I think :D Except for endless homeworks. -.- Anw, I've changed my hp no. for some reasons. So if you haven't receive it, then ask. If you don't, then I don;t care. LOL. Somehow, I do miss the life that I used to had. But its okay, I believed that god has a reason for everything to happen. Each failure is a step of success. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-5385074113560625310?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/5385074113560625310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=5385074113560625310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5385074113560625310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5385074113560625310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/07/sch-has-been-really-hectic-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDyMhYJKOAI/AAAAAAAAA9o/9hkt8eLPR9g/s72-c/4339116669_ecbf0194df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-860593429034331897</id><published>2010-07-06T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T04:48:10.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDMXft185mI/AAAAAAAAA9g/S4AsRI5ur84/s1600/DSC02523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDMXft185mI/AAAAAAAAA9g/S4AsRI5ur84/s320/DSC02523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490758204344034914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm happy cause you're happy. :) I love you too. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, bestfriend. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDMV17ZABYI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/FoNatpKDgAg/s1600/DSC02537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDMV17ZABYI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/FoNatpKDgAg/s320/DSC02537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490756386914567554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDMV04cgI8I/AAAAAAAAA9I/3MEEgAE-7Es/s1600/DSC02522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDMV04cgI8I/AAAAAAAAA9I/3MEEgAE-7Es/s320/DSC02522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490756368944079810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This was actually the picture taken yesterday. LOL. I shall ask ridzuan to upload all those photos on fb since I'm lazy to do so. But if he upload that ugly pic of mine, I'm so going to tell people what pic did he took accidentally. LOL :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today was super tiring day. I think it is because I have to wake up early and do a.maths test. Nvm, 119 days to go and I'm endure the rest of it. Then I'll get married. LOL just joking. :P syahiirah and nisa was supposed to fast with me and farah but ended up, they both didn't. so yar, me and farah endured the day together with courage. whoa, mcm faham. hahaha! siti zahirah didn't come which I don't knw why. Leaving me -.-  Should I fast or not tmr? Hmm. 0.O I like seeing a nice sum of  money in wallet now. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;okay, I'm off to do homework and then sleep. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-860593429034331897?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/860593429034331897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=860593429034331897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/860593429034331897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/860593429034331897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-happy-cause-youre-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDMXft185mI/AAAAAAAAA9g/S4AsRI5ur84/s72-c/DSC02523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1248492927848554586</id><published>2010-07-05T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T04:20:32.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDG7T-c4AYI/AAAAAAAAA9A/caOd6aUy34Q/s1600/tumblr_l4qh78LFJO1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDG7T-c4AYI/AAAAAAAAA9A/caOd6aUy34Q/s320/tumblr_l4qh78LFJO1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490375372597363074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDG7TMOvAXI/AAAAAAAAA84/LCE2GZ3o44I/s1600/tumblr_l4scrxhSdU1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDG7TMOvAXI/AAAAAAAAA84/LCE2GZ3o44I/s320/tumblr_l4scrxhSdU1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490375359116280178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think now I know why I really hate sec sch life, cause it thought me the true meaning of life. Everything is unfair. Life sucks in some ways or the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To my dear sharifa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've nvr claimed myself as an angel, sharifa. I know you're better than me in so many other ways so yar, i admit that I have my weaknesses too that made me lose you. And I do make mistakes which led to the unfortunate events of my life. If I could turn back time, I would treasure my moments with you and maisarah. For sure, whatever we said like centuries ago which we ourselves forgotten, was nvr meant for you both. But we can't avoid things from happening right? I believed that things happened for a reason. I've nvr posted anything bad abt you in my blog, I swear. You were once the person who I relied on. But I glad that you found others who really cared and replace. I just hope they don't bring you down like how I did. I'm not regretting anything that happened. I'm just disappointed. But I think we both have to to be selfish now, I'm sorry but me and the others are putting our studies as a top priority just like you. I'm sure I'm going to miss those moments. But thats life, shit happens. We are forced to do stuffs that we don't want to and move on which is a painful process. People start to realised stuffs that change their life. Afterall, we're still friends if you still assume we are. And I promise this would be the last time, I'll be talking about this. I hope that post on ur tumblr would be last about us when you promise me yesterday our convo would be the last. I don't want people to have a bad impression on us when we didn't brought anything up. Just put the blame on us, we are willing to accept even though we don't knw what we exactly said. We're sorry for being a suck-ish friend and we love you both still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ouh yar, I spent my youth day by celebrating zahirah's birthday with Ridzuan and Epah. Watched movie, went to national museum of Singapore. So I can say it was awessommee. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okay, I'm off to do my karangan. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-1248492927848554586?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1248492927848554586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1248492927848554586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1248492927848554586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1248492927848554586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-now-i-know-why-i-really-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TDG7T-c4AYI/AAAAAAAAA9A/caOd6aUy34Q/s72-c/tumblr_l4qh78LFJO1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1786270627590963400</id><published>2010-06-30T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T06:47:09.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCtJgfRxwkI/AAAAAAAAA8w/m6zguzxMr8k/s1600/tumblr_l2u8oq4itI1qahop1o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCtJgfRxwkI/AAAAAAAAA8w/m6zguzxMr8k/s320/tumblr_l2u8oq4itI1qahop1o1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488561393381786178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really find this true actually. Cause I think I'm there? :P The person that you care the most, you don't want to to show that you care about him/her cause maybe that person does not feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCtJfyeP3JI/AAAAAAAAA8o/2R-3mp_GvWo/s1600/tumblr_l3ylquCEqS1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCtJfyeP3JI/AAAAAAAAA8o/2R-3mp_GvWo/s320/tumblr_l3ylquCEqS1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488561381354495122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, yes. :P When sch reopens, I think there are some changes but I think I'm okay cause even how much you don't see them, they are there. It just that some people tends to prove that they are really there and some just don't. Well, but I know I'm thankful enough to have friends like them. :) Friends that are SO GOOD until you don't need anything more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone in school or anything like that so why do I keep getting cold stares from some people? Hahaha, nvm. I'm happy with my life so if you're not, then thats your freaking problem. Go solve yourself. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-1786270627590963400?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1786270627590963400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1786270627590963400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1786270627590963400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1786270627590963400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-find-this-true-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCtJgfRxwkI/AAAAAAAAA8w/m6zguzxMr8k/s72-c/tumblr_l2u8oq4itI1qahop1o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-5516735839980405952</id><published>2010-06-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:43:22.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCoS17PiQ1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/uWccJVyMkfk/s1600/tumblr_l4cohlfdy31qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCoS17PiQ1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/uWccJVyMkfk/s320/tumblr_l4cohlfdy31qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488219813549589330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Another reason to never stop smiling even how sad you are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whoa, I think when sch reopens, I'm starting to feel the heat of O'lvl already. Cause teacher is nvr bored of repeating the same thing about o'lvl everyday. nvm, i guess it will benefit us in the future too. :P Cause i think they managed to develop the scary feeling inside you. LOL. well, i think I've not been talking much to other people too. I can actually name the people whom I talk in school. which is less then 20? :P nvm, its time to get serious too. Me, nisa, Farah and syahiirah is fasting for 10 days. To pay back our last year fast, to celebrate bulan rejab and to save money for me ar. for something kn. :P 3-in-1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;okay, its 11.39 pm now and i shall rush to my maths hw! LOL. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-5516735839980405952?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/5516735839980405952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=5516735839980405952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5516735839980405952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5516735839980405952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-reason-to-never-stop-smiling.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCoS17PiQ1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/uWccJVyMkfk/s72-c/tumblr_l4cohlfdy31qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3503100641857637304</id><published>2010-06-22T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:19:13.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCDDrf4K2pI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/xIqffPIqB3w/s1600/tumblr_l4co9d63TF1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCDDrf4K2pI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/xIqffPIqB3w/s320/tumblr_l4co9d63TF1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485599498196146834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hahaha, I totally agree with this. :D Farah too! So we have made the conclusion that we haven't found the right one yet. :D Somehow, I rather wait for a nice guy than get hurt constantly. :D I'm not a despo anw. Holidays are ending soon! yay! :D I rather go to sch even though I'll get scolded for not finishing up my hw, but at least I can meet others! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, i'm off to chat with farah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-3503100641857637304?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3503100641857637304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3503100641857637304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3503100641857637304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3503100641857637304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/hahaha-i-totally-agree-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TCDDrf4K2pI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/xIqffPIqB3w/s72-c/tumblr_l4co9d63TF1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-2673576163793681993</id><published>2010-06-21T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:04:55.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TB9TDImUrwI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CmoKo5vcBA4/s1600/tumblr_l405qyhnc61qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TB9TDImUrwI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CmoKo5vcBA4/s320/tumblr_l405qyhnc61qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485194184473489154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Its hard when you suddenly has to get used to it to the changes made in your life. Its like for a second, you are loving doing something but the next second, you have to stop it. When sch reopens, I have to stop doing the things I love. No more fooling around. I should study and at the same time, treasure my leftover moments in sec sch life. Everything is going change. I'm not going to let anything nor anyone destroy my last bit moments in evg unlike my last two years in evg. :D Time is going to fly very fast and without you knowing it, its going to be O'lvl. :O The one which going to picture your future. So yar Farhana, no more this, no more that. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TB9TCpupazI/AAAAAAAAA8I/pLHVKffuaP0/s1600/tumblr_l3yloaUNe41qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TB9TCpupazI/AAAAAAAAA8I/pLHVKffuaP0/s320/tumblr_l3yloaUNe41qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485194176186903346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes I find that you can't avoid having feelings for someone even how much you try avoiding it. :P But you just need to knw your limits controlling it. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anw, went to meet Farah an Syahiirah just now to "do homework". It was awesome! hahahaha! :D I miss them so much. Can't wait for maimai to come home. Then we saw sharifa too! :) Farah is going study everyday now. But I don't think mama will let me follow though. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, off to do s.s? hahaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-2673576163793681993?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/2673576163793681993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=2673576163793681993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2673576163793681993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2673576163793681993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-hard-when-you-suddenly-has-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TB9TDImUrwI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CmoKo5vcBA4/s72-c/tumblr_l405qyhnc61qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7559965644245452773</id><published>2010-06-19T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:48:06.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TB3HbpgJg0I/AAAAAAAAA8A/hfBNe39GIgY/s1600/tumblr_l47ede2rUw1qaobbko1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TB3HbpgJg0I/AAAAAAAAA8A/hfBNe39GIgY/s320/tumblr_l47ede2rUw1qaobbko1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484759199018222402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But the process of forgetting what happened, kills me. Seriously. Nvm, its just a matter of time when everything is going to be as per normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :)&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/1553248453103087645-7559965644245452773?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7559965644245452773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7559965644245452773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7559965644245452773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7559965644245452773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/but-process-of-forgetting-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TB3HbpgJg0I/AAAAAAAAA8A/hfBNe39GIgY/s72-c/tumblr_l47ede2rUw1qaobbko1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4365023057598096643</id><published>2010-06-18T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:36:31.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBscuhw9YOI/AAAAAAAAA74/bVlAqM_BY0U/s1600/tumblr_l3swpcvHNO1qate2wo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBscuhw9YOI/AAAAAAAAA74/bVlAqM_BY0U/s320/tumblr_l3swpcvHNO1qate2wo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484008556916990178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBscuBAF3rI/AAAAAAAAA7w/QTTilQ6Mnyw/s1600/tumblr_l455ovkFEb1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBscuBAF3rI/AAAAAAAAA7w/QTTilQ6Mnyw/s320/tumblr_l455ovkFEb1qav92co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484008548122091186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Watched karate kid with zahirah and fira last two days. :D It was awesoommmmeeeexxxxzzz! :D Fira couldn't stop talking about it till today. :D Nenek is going home tmr. wait, should I be happy or sad? LOL. Zahirah told me about someone pm and i was sad for two mins. For real. Some people is really getting annoying on FB. Seriously. Like what ridzuan say, people with no life. haha! C'mon ar, I seriously think that I have the right to use that word just like anyone else. What is happening to people nowadays? :O Seriously. Get the fact in your head that both Sabrina and me a long over it. Jgn nk terasa ar. Both of them are leading a happy jerk life. And we both are leading a happy normal life with other people. Equal what -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, I'm off to my happy life. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-4365023057598096643?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4365023057598096643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4365023057598096643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4365023057598096643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4365023057598096643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/watched-karate-kid-with-zahirah-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBscuhw9YOI/AAAAAAAAA74/bVlAqM_BY0U/s72-c/tumblr_l3swpcvHNO1qate2wo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-5274699853204793966</id><published>2010-06-15T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T04:56:32.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBdphrYa3lI/AAAAAAAAA7o/iCpbjgLEWKs/s1600/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBdphrYa3lI/AAAAAAAAA7o/iCpbjgLEWKs/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482967098648616530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;When boredom strike, this happens. :D I'm starting to get bored of holidays. Really. Staying at home *rolls eyes* With my nenek. Okay, I shall not comment about it. With an unbearable pain. Sometimes, I hate the disadvantage of being a women. -.-  Tmr, I'm planning to watch movie with Fira and Zahirah. LOL. Dah takde life katekn since fira wants to watch Nanny Mcphee So much. And she already picked out her clothes for tmr. LOL She also demanded to go timezone tmr. There goes all her savings. hahahaha! Hopefully, the pain is okay tmr? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, right now. I'm having the most terrible headache and cramps. I shall rest. kay, bye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-5274699853204793966?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/5274699853204793966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=5274699853204793966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5274699853204793966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5274699853204793966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-boredom-strike-this-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBdphrYa3lI/AAAAAAAAA7o/iCpbjgLEWKs/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-5725642048964914538</id><published>2010-06-14T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T06:29:24.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBYuSMJglaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/esgTShqCpWI/s1600/tumblr_l0ro4eNezS1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBYuSMJglaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/esgTShqCpWI/s320/tumblr_l0ro4eNezS1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482620486403790242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBYuR9QkLEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/r1dvcf_XM1g/s1600/tumblr_l0ec9blqiY1qa8d90o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBYuR9QkLEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/r1dvcf_XM1g/s320/tumblr_l0ec9blqiY1qa8d90o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482620482406853698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;^I think I'm coping very well with that. :D I even forget how some people look like already. Seriously. hahaha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, bye :D&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/1553248453103087645-5725642048964914538?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/5725642048964914538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=5725642048964914538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5725642048964914538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5725642048964914538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-im-coping-very-well-with-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBYuSMJglaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/esgTShqCpWI/s72-c/tumblr_l0ro4eNezS1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-455462695027277779</id><published>2010-06-12T02:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:19:20.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBNNfdTka-I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/b4puMOZh5oY/s1600/tumblr_l3w62f7oxt1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBNNfdTka-I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/b4puMOZh5oY/s320/tumblr_l3w62f7oxt1qav92co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481810374278015970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I find this really really true. Cause everything happened for reason right? LOL. There must be a reason why those people who promised to stay through in the past but doesn't keep their promises. Thus, they are not here with you right now. Maybe, they are liars? See, that's the reason behind it. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBNNeyChl3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/PzdfZkRVchg/s1600/tumblr_l3ur7bRlMp1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBNNeyChl3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/PzdfZkRVchg/s320/tumblr_l3ur7bRlMp1qav92co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481810362663802738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I super like this photo ar. This is what I call ONCE A JERK, FOREVER A JERK. Cause there's no cure for it so these people will nvr change. :D They will always stay the same. So if I've called you a jerk before, I'm sorry to say that I won't believe you if you said you've changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't think I'll be using the com much from now on, lets spend a little time with my nenek :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. Me and Zahirah were discussing about how we want to go to the past and stop people from changing. And stop ourselves from making the mistakes that we did. But that the past, we cn nvr change it what. Whoa, I feel so isolated with no social life as I rarely talk to other people this holiday. Nvm then. I'm thinking of changing my handphone no. and e-mail soon for some reasons :D MAYBE. Since the day that I went to my e-mail acc and all my e-mails were gone -.- Never give anyone except the ones who will stay by you forever, your password. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-455462695027277779?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/455462695027277779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=455462695027277779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/455462695027277779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/455462695027277779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-find-this-really-really-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBNNfdTka-I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/b4puMOZh5oY/s72-c/tumblr_l3w62f7oxt1qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1666831769923399765</id><published>2010-06-11T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:19:11.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBI2DVI7KnI/AAAAAAAAA7A/wiScaYa7--w/s1600/tumblr_l3t9hfvof61qbt2nto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBI2DVI7KnI/AAAAAAAAA7A/wiScaYa7--w/s320/tumblr_l3t9hfvof61qbt2nto1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481503127305398898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBI2CznBNPI/AAAAAAAAA64/JMWRqviq5ow/s1600/tumblr_l3shwrmyIT1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBI2CznBNPI/AAAAAAAAA64/JMWRqviq5ow/s320/tumblr_l3shwrmyIT1qav92co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481503118304818418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, I wish you were real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBI2CVNxIRI/AAAAAAAAA6w/4ay6-lhv8tA/s1600/tumblr_l3tcf6bWBK1qzr04eo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBI2CVNxIRI/AAAAAAAAA6w/4ay6-lhv8tA/s320/tumblr_l3tcf6bWBK1qzr04eo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481503110145843474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've made up my mind. If I were to be Minister Of Law when I grew up, I would create a law that will put all those who breaks people hearts CONSTANTLY in jail. Seriously -.- Isn't it easier for us to spot the nice guys and there are no much choices left. Isn't that easier? All the nice guys will be left. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;okay, nenek is coming to stay in my house for the time being. So yar, I won't be able to go out -.- well, I don't think it make any difference anyway. Okay, I'm off to do my geog homework which I plan to do since 6 just nw. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-1666831769923399765?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1666831769923399765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1666831769923399765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1666831769923399765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1666831769923399765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-wish-you-were-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBI2DVI7KnI/AAAAAAAAA7A/wiScaYa7--w/s72-c/tumblr_l3t9hfvof61qbt2nto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4053941570059325807</id><published>2010-06-10T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:13:21.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBCritDJEwI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZljwWAQWDCE/s1600/tumblr_l2xju6ft8W1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBCritDJEwI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZljwWAQWDCE/s320/tumblr_l2xju6ft8W1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481069359206568706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, I took a step backward on something which sometimes so make me sad in doing it. But I think its okay. Maybe later I'll take a step forward for someone better? :D Ader hikmah di sebaliknya agaknyer. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I think I'm used to staying at home nw. I can count the number I went out during this holiday. ONE. pathetic kn? LOL Thanks to my dreadful results and homeworks for making me staying at home. Seriously ar. Nvm then, 5 more months and I'm free to go anywhere I want with whoever I want. :D I just hope that whatever I'm doing now will be worth it in the future. I think I've not been really contacting with many people except for zahirah whom I call every single day. LOL. I wonder how are they doing now. Nvm, sch are only two weeks away. I'll meet them soon anw.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mum has been nagging for all sorts of reasons. I got no choice but no listen right? But I think this holidays has taught me how to adapt with everything. So yar. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-4053941570059325807?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4053941570059325807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4053941570059325807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4053941570059325807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4053941570059325807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-i-took-step-backward-on-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TBCritDJEwI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZljwWAQWDCE/s72-c/tumblr_l2xju6ft8W1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6523507494050765625</id><published>2010-06-08T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:08:18.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TA4ydjm_n9I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mXl8Y1EW1qc/s1600/tumblr_l3oi7uRzdw1qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TA4ydjm_n9I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mXl8Y1EW1qc/s320/tumblr_l3oi7uRzdw1qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480373279912861650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;See, everything happens for a reason. I believe that people are single because they deserve better. When the right time comes and you're ready for it, I'm sure that they will find the perfect match that would treat them right. :D Like my sister, I'm proud to call her one because she may be single for a long time but she is happy with her life cause she knws its not the end of the world to not have someone special. Maybe just not the right time yet. Its an advantage actually cause at least you don't get your heart broken and you don't need to cry over it. You don't have to give someone a special attention even though you may not have the same back. I think the difference is, you have someone special, you'll feel like you own the world, you'll get the happy feeling that you nvr felt before but there's a high risk of getting those crushed really badly. :( But if you don't have one, you have a neutral feeling but you don't get ur heart break. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TA4ydEkm_5I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/50-xwjWYi5g/s1600/tumblr_l3olhcupt41qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TA4ydEkm_5I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/50-xwjWYi5g/s320/tumblr_l3olhcupt41qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480373271581360018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I may not get what I want in life, unlike other people. I always get my hopes crushed. But I'm thankful to god that at least, I still do have people around me who loves me and I still lead a happy life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TA4yc2i-ApI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TzX_eymIX2U/s1600/tumblr_l3om7vGO7H1qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TA4yc2i-ApI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TzX_eymIX2U/s320/tumblr_l3om7vGO7H1qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480373267816383122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its sucks when that person is nvr off your mind no matter how hard you try to forget everything about that person. Well, I think its not about the matter of time, its about whether you want to let it go. Cause right now, I still don't think I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I find holidays has its advantages and its disadvantages. The advantage is you got a lot of time to catch up on your sch stuffs. But the disadvantages is you don't what to do to fill your free time. You can't be 24/7 studying right? So now, I've been watching television A  LOT. Ouh yar, I just got back from JB on sunday. It was AWESOMEXXZ plus scary in some ways. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To nisa: Fine ar, mentang2 baru balik shanghai, act ar. :P nanti kiter pun pergi ar ngan future husband kiter. Kiter make sure. :P Go delete all those photos! hmph! jk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Okay, off to watch the nooooossseeee! Woohoo! I super like that show lar. It make me feel happy just like having a boyfriend! haha, okay merepek. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-6523507494050765625?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6523507494050765625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6523507494050765625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6523507494050765625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6523507494050765625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/see-everything-happens-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TA4ydjm_n9I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mXl8Y1EW1qc/s72-c/tumblr_l3oi7uRzdw1qa92g7o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1368505067396462538</id><published>2010-06-04T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:53:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture story time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAirhvuB0hI/AAAAAAAAA6A/UdeIZlNbDlI/s1600/tumblr_l3fho9O4zK1qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAirhvuB0hI/AAAAAAAAA6A/UdeIZlNbDlI/s320/tumblr_l3fho9O4zK1qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478817542929764882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I forgive every lies I hear and anyone who has cheat on me before. Its not my job to punish anyone. But sometimes I think some lies are not meant to be forgiven when it really does hurt your feelings really badly. Seriously. I find people who lies for stupid reasons are cowards. If you got a specific and logical reason for lying, then I'm fine but if no, then you must be a coward. For me, I'm not scared of asking for permission now. At least from there, I won't feel the guilt of lying. And I'm telling the truth even though that person may be very mad at me. If that person is mad then, thats his or her own problem LOL. Cause I usually ask for permission if I've made up my mind that I want something. But still, I'll reconsider my decisions lar according to the response I get. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAiq9tu3ubI/AAAAAAAAA54/y8KnM3eyQ88/s1600/tumblr_l3fhvjAOJm1qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAiq9tu3ubI/AAAAAAAAA54/y8KnM3eyQ88/s320/tumblr_l3fhvjAOJm1qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478816923921136050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maybe that's the reason why I'm single cause I rather wait for someone who will make me happy for a long period of time than being with someone who breaks my heart and then go. -.- Maybe ehem is the one? LOL. okay, no hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAiq8z9w-AI/AAAAAAAAA5o/QtBwG5fAjwY/s1600/tumblr_l39s4mQSQr1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAiq8z9w-AI/AAAAAAAAA5o/QtBwG5fAjwY/s320/tumblr_l39s4mQSQr1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478816908414351362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause sometimes I do wish that those people who changed would get back to their old-self just like the first time I knew them. Cause it does hurts, remembering how a nice kind person changed drastically and became the opposite of it. And if only they are didn't change, they might be right here by me now in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAiq8sCUdkI/AAAAAAAAA5g/oP8Z4kleW2Q/s1600/tumblr_l383t92sI21qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAiq8sCUdkI/AAAAAAAAA5g/oP8Z4kleW2Q/s320/tumblr_l383t92sI21qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478816906285971010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cause I find some people may look really nice from the outside, comes from a good family but inside, their like totally opposite when you began to realise their true colours. So the moral of the story, be who you are. Don't pretend to be someone else that you're not. I think someone said that to me before. Well, I think I am happy being who I am now just like that sec 1 farhana who doesn't want to care much about what's happening in her life but just her studies. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I love tumblr pictures. I shall change to tumblr soon. But I love this blog. :( anw, I'm not coming to sch next week. Fun or what?! :D No more going to sch for whole three weeks! I don't have to stay awake in class and see anyone's face whom I dislike for the whole three weeks! But the disadvantage to it is I don't get to see someone. :( People say that you dream of someone because its either you were thinking of that person before you sleep or that person thinks of you. I've been dreaming about this person every single night. Stop intruding my dreams cn? I want to have a nice dream which I can hope on rather than dreaming about a person who will constantly hurt you. -.- I'm staying overnight at JB tmr. :D Whoa, this is a very long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm super hungry now. Off to eat roti john! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Cause sometimes I do miss the old time happy times I had."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&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/1553248453103087645-1368505067396462538?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1368505067396462538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1368505067396462538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1368505067396462538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1368505067396462538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-story-time.html' title='Picture story time!'/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAirhvuB0hI/AAAAAAAAA6A/UdeIZlNbDlI/s72-c/tumblr_l3fho9O4zK1qa92g7o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6041439073316522947</id><published>2010-05-31T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:23:46.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TASSoUeelBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bQqiKHk3ii0/s1600/tumblr_l2taqomhPG1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TASSoUeelBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bQqiKHk3ii0/s320/tumblr_l2taqomhPG1qav92co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477664268178330642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I know I may be just one of them amongst the millions and trillions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I know I may not be significant enough to stand out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But I'm not giving up on the hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That tiny little hope that someday, you'll realise that it's been me all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I really don't mean to hurt anyone feelings. But if you really know me, then you'll knw why I did that. :) Had remedial today. -.- And for the upcoming days. We were banded into three bands for eng and they seperated nisa with us :(. Nvm, maybe she can do better there. :D okay, off to chores. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"I'm finally getting better. And now I'm picking up the pieces"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-6041439073316522947?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6041439073316522947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6041439073316522947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6041439073316522947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6041439073316522947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-i-may-be-just-one-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TASSoUeelBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bQqiKHk3ii0/s72-c/tumblr_l2taqomhPG1qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1655514341508119235</id><published>2010-05-30T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:34:20.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAMzeGKZIEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Y4XcHFFsvMQ/s1600/tumblr_l36ptvqrir1qzrr0co1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAMzeGKZIEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Y4XcHFFsvMQ/s320/tumblr_l36ptvqrir1qzrr0co1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477278163955949634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been wasting so much time chasing what I want. So what do I need? I don't knw. Maybe it just take a matter of time for me to realise it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm going shopping today? okay, its not my shopping but I'm just following my sister. -.- But its okay, I'll ask them to buy me things on the way. :D Internet is so slow. The reason why I'm not on it these day, its so frustrating. Seriously. I feel like inventing an internet which blocks things that could make me sad, mad out of my sight. And avoid going to pages whom I really really dislike. well, I'm good enough okay? I don't hate anyone. I just dislike. Everybody dislike something or someone right? You're not a pure angel who willingly like everything even how much it hurts you. I've not been talking to people these days. Maybe cause some are busy with their o'lvls, boyfriends and other stuffs. Well, as a boyfriendless person, I should understand anw. :) Its school holiday anw, a great time to start on your revision. But how am I suppose to start my revision when I got 59898265563 homework to complete?! -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Okay, I'm off to talk to zahirah on the phone. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-1655514341508119235?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1655514341508119235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1655514341508119235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1655514341508119235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1655514341508119235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-wasting-so-much-time-chasing.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TAMzeGKZIEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Y4XcHFFsvMQ/s72-c/tumblr_l36ptvqrir1qzrr0co1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4802464164875050273</id><published>2010-05-29T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T04:04:39.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TADxnL7AthI/AAAAAAAAA44/icGboUhmr1U/s1600/tumblr_l35oaocZHM1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TADxnL7AthI/AAAAAAAAA44/icGboUhmr1U/s320/tumblr_l35oaocZHM1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476642802400015890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cause maybe you were too busy paying attention to other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Boooo, its saturday. :( And of course, I spent the whole day at home. Doing some homework? :D I spent two full days yesterday at hospital. I just got a new nephew,Shaik Iryan Farqhi. Nice right? alhamdulilah:D and my aunt is sick. :(. Well, I'm visiting them again tmr. Since some people are busy with their mt O'lvl so I shall not disturb them for now. :D For whoever who is taking their O'lvl on mon, good luck! :D Especially, Ridzuan and maisarah! :D  Called zahirah, and her mum said she went to nadhirah's house. Ah ye lah tu! :P hahaha! Teachers decide to give us  A LOT of homeworks. I guess thats acceptable by looking at all our dreadful results. I don't knw why I can't seem to pass my geography this year. -.- Well, revision shall starts soon. Mcm phm 0.0. Okay, back to my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Her: Why did you lied?&lt;br /&gt;Him: You'll nvr knw the truth why did I do that.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I don't wish to, we're nt gaining anything so, why didn't you keep your promises?&lt;br /&gt;Him: You nvr keep yours also what.&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe you were too busy breaking yours that you didn't realise I kept. But now, I rather spent my time studying and finding a better guy. I'm not over it, I'm just used to it not having you around nw. And I don't want to have you arnd anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    Farhana misses someone a lot! :D&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/1553248453103087645-4802464164875050273?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4802464164875050273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4802464164875050273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4802464164875050273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4802464164875050273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/cause-maybe-you-were-too-busy-paying.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/TADxnL7AthI/AAAAAAAAA44/icGboUhmr1U/s72-c/tumblr_l35oaocZHM1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3285923216796957600</id><published>2010-05-26T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:07:29.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_zj8-FKbsI/AAAAAAAAA4w/OaQNU_9UfvI/s1600/tumblr_l0tloqnpJD1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_zj8-FKbsI/AAAAAAAAA4w/OaQNU_9UfvI/s320/tumblr_l0tloqnpJD1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475501883571990210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well, i'm home quite early today despite of maths remedial. :D Tmr is sports carnival! And orange house made it to the finals! Can't wait for tmr, seriously. :D Then me, farah and nisa planning to eat that ole-ole meal at kfc which we saw just nw at the advertisement.  We actually wanted to go today but since tmr we're bck early then okay lar. :D Am I supposed to talk to someone today? haha, nvm then treat negativity like how duck treat water. Siti Zahirah didn't come sch today. -.- aper sey! :P Tmr we're getting our reports book, ouh shucks. :( I'm so going to get grounded at home during the holidays. Just nw I was shocked that Mr. Vik asked me this qns "Hey, your nonsense with ______ over already?" I was like speechless. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Go orange houuuuseeeeee! woohoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to bath and watch tv? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Farhana&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-3285923216796957600?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3285923216796957600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3285923216796957600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3285923216796957600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3285923216796957600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-im-home-quite-early-today-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_zj8-FKbsI/AAAAAAAAA4w/OaQNU_9UfvI/s72-c/tumblr_l0tloqnpJD1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3469848975773993330</id><published>2010-05-25T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T02:15:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_uNOVOUgnI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-L4UtItsWEs/s1600/tumblr_l2q51b5zWi1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_uNOVOUgnI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-L4UtItsWEs/s320/tumblr_l2q51b5zWi1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475125049353863794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yesterday I found out about you&lt;br /&gt;Even now just looking at you, feels wrong&lt;br /&gt;You should've said no, you should've gone home&lt;br /&gt;you should've thought twice before you let it all go&lt;br /&gt;You should've known that what you did with her&lt;br /&gt;Would get back to me&lt;br /&gt;And I should've been there, in the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be asking myself why&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be begging for my forgiveness at my feet&lt;br /&gt;You should've said no, baby and you might still have me&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Cause I've wasted so much time thinking what went wrong. But I've found my ans.&lt;br /&gt;Lets learn to accept the reality rather than understanding why it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_uNNrskTEI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gfqTo4Gjh-U/s1600/tumblr_l2uyzowYqU1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_uNNrskTEI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gfqTo4Gjh-U/s320/tumblr_l2uyzowYqU1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475125038206438466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ridzuan, hurry up tell me which guy was it on ur mind. Cause his hand belong there in between mine. :p I'm not telling you which guy it is. If you're ans is right, then thats the guy I'm looking for. I'll make sure he wears pink on the first date eh? hahaha! Nvm, at least I would be the reason why he smiles and laughs. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Had inter-house soccer today. :D The weather was like super hot lar. Adding to the suffering, I was wearing track pants.  I took off my shoes after every match cause they were like burning. I swallowed two panadol. During one of the match, the ball hit directly at my stomach. For a moment, I couldn't breath. I don't knw whether we're going to the finals or thats the end of it. But nvm, we won two matches and draw one. Great job all the orange house playes! XD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday, had bowling. I played for red house cause they were short of players and we came in 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Well, not because of me lar, of course. LOL.  Had a super enjoyable time with nisa, farah who also played for red instead of yellow and syahiirah. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I had a enjoyable time going home with maican, ridzuan and nisa today. :D Me and ridzuan kept splashing water at each other whenever we see a pool of water. He said that it was a childish act of mine, but then he joined. -.- He even shakes a a branch of a tree so that all the water droplets on it fall on me. Nisa and maican were like avoiding us cause we were like splashing water everywhere. That made me love the rain today &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Farhana! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1553248453103087645-3469848975773993330?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3469848975773993330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3469848975773993330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3469848975773993330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3469848975773993330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-i-found-out-about-you-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_uNOVOUgnI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-L4UtItsWEs/s72-c/tumblr_l2q51b5zWi1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-5438277145194266495</id><published>2010-05-24T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:59:23.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_o8qswT6AI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/IGn1y3onUkE/s1600/tumblr_l2stnoYKhU1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_o8qswT6AI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/IGn1y3onUkE/s320/tumblr_l2stnoYKhU1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474755001288222722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I  guess that's what I'm going to do from now on. Shake off every negative thought that is coming my way. :) That would make feel better actually. :D Sometimes I have to pretend to not care even if I really do. I'm going to get used to it sooner or later. Well, it takes time but I'm telling you, its going to be worth it for me. Forgetting about whatever happened is nvr easy but its not that hard either. You just have to ignore and pretend that person doesn't exist your life even if he did once. I'm even trying to forget your face even though I see you everyday in sch so it wun appear in my every dreams. I knw that may be mean but I guess, thats for my own good which I think you nvr did cared abt. All you knw was getting what you want in life. Now, its my turn to get what I want in my life. I'm going to forget everything about you and I'm making sure I'm getting it. :D Just wait and see. I'm gaining all the happiness which you can nvr get. I just realise I'm not at any loss. :D Well, you knw that anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_o8qWf_jcI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/kQcqehnMTGw/s1600/tumblr_l2v44vv6VP1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_o8qWf_jcI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/kQcqehnMTGw/s320/tumblr_l2v44vv6VP1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474754995314200002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope its going well for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I, Nur Farhana declare that I don't want to have feelings for anyone now. Cause when I thought he is the one, there is always a her. That applies to you too, IDR =.= O'lvls, you're mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-5438277145194266495?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/5438277145194266495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=5438277145194266495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5438277145194266495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/5438277145194266495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-thats-what-im-going-to-do-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_o8qswT6AI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/IGn1y3onUkE/s72-c/tumblr_l2stnoYKhU1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-817158323967694519</id><published>2010-05-22T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:20:53.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_gCFHL6I1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/mZJuoY4-rr8/s1600/tumblr_l2p8arqHdE1qapvcuo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_gCFHL6I1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/mZJuoY4-rr8/s320/tumblr_l2p8arqHdE1qapvcuo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474127633920435026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The picture above is so cute. Especially the same colour shirt part. Tell me which guy would want to wear a pink shirt just because you have one. Cool kn. :P If there is, tell me. I'll ask him out myself. haha, joking. I'm not that tk tahu malu. Being the reason why someone smiles and laugh feel so good kn. Its like you're the reason why he is happy. The reason why he loves something he used to hate just because I love it. Those type of guys rarely exist. But I have one in mind who may have those qualities. But he doesn't knw that he is the one yet. Well, maybe because he is busy with the opposite thoughts. :P okay, lets not think abt it. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm going to stay up late tonight watching lakehouse on dvd since my mum watched her malay drama when lakehouse is being played on tv. :( Well, nvm. I still watching it with my sister. :D I feel like posting mean things here but nvm. I had enough of it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;okay, off to watch lakehouse! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Farhana&lt;/span&gt;! :D&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/1553248453103087645-817158323967694519?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/817158323967694519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=817158323967694519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/817158323967694519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/817158323967694519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture-above-is-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_gCFHL6I1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/mZJuoY4-rr8/s72-c/tumblr_l2p8arqHdE1qapvcuo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7397263661915635861</id><published>2010-05-21T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T06:26:11.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_aFRTpoxRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/hTB6Rvaueu4/s1600/tumblr_l2gr7bIZ2R1qzpe8uo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_aFRTpoxRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/hTB6Rvaueu4/s320/tumblr_l2gr7bIZ2R1qzpe8uo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473708929494598930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I believe in fate. If that person is meant for you, then he will always be yours. It may not be now, but no one can predict the future right? You may not knw my true feelings now but in the future, if we were meant to be, then you will right? you may also find the right one in the future. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-7397263661915635861?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7397263661915635861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7397263661915635861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7397263661915635861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7397263661915635861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-believe-in-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_aFRTpoxRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/hTB6Rvaueu4/s72-c/tumblr_l2gr7bIZ2R1qzpe8uo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7261933916034686034</id><published>2010-05-20T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T02:53:25.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_UCy1enq6I/AAAAAAAAA30/G6EwosF67ho/s1600/tumblr_l2obldmksq1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_UCy1enq6I/AAAAAAAAA30/G6EwosF67ho/s320/tumblr_l2obldmksq1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473283994510928802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I passed my eng! :D Can you imagine that? When I thought I would fail. :P I've been failing or not getting my A's by one mark. -.- Why do I keep failing my humanities by 1 marks! -.- Seriously lar. I thought this time my history could help, but it just let me down. Irritating or what! kay, I guess I complained too much about many things. :P Let learn to keep my comment to myself then. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana :D&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/1553248453103087645-7261933916034686034?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7261933916034686034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7261933916034686034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7261933916034686034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7261933916034686034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-passed-my-eng-d-can-you-imagine-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S_UCy1enq6I/AAAAAAAAA30/G6EwosF67ho/s72-c/tumblr_l2obldmksq1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6562160038384324775</id><published>2010-05-14T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:44:38.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-5CUV30qsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qyMr6vARs54/s1600/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-5CUV30qsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qyMr6vARs54/s320/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471383514537831106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Siti Zahirah Bte Hidzir left for malaysia yesterday. I didn't even get to talk to her before she left. :( I'm really going to miss her so much. hahaha! I sound like epah nw. LOL. Come bck soon bestfriend! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I shall start tidying up my messy room filled with books. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-6562160038384324775?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6562160038384324775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6562160038384324775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6562160038384324775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6562160038384324775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/siti-zahirah-bte-hidzir-left-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-5CUV30qsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qyMr6vARs54/s72-c/Page_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6481111306596152153</id><published>2010-05-14T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T06:12:56.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-1KIf16qrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/EUpQr0PKiPY/s1600/tumblr_l2e54yQEFW1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-1KIf16qrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/EUpQr0PKiPY/s320/tumblr_l2e54yQEFW1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471110632172071602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;The last thing that I forget to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people don't believe you when you're telling them the every truth. Seriously. If you choose not to trust me, then why are u even asking me? What?! you don't want to talk to me? Okay, don't. I've nvr forced you to even talk to me. I just wanted you to be there. But you choose to follow your stupid assumptions about me instead. Since you like this -.- so much, I'll give you a long one -___________- If talking to me is so wrong, then don't. I don't want you to get hurt either. Seriously. It seems like being mad at everyone's day today except for those who came over and cheered me up&lt;3. I'm mad at some issues at home, at this two certain someone for being so ego and my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over and I'm supposed to be happy. But instead, one by one keep coming to me and making me mad. If you're talking to me just to be sarcastic and make me mad, I rather you don't. You nvr did want to stay by my side. Tmr, everything is going to change. Trust me. I have that feeling and my gut feeling is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I'm so pissed off with everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! -.-&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/1553248453103087645-6481111306596152153?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6481111306596152153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6481111306596152153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6481111306596152153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6481111306596152153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-thing-that-i-forget-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-1KIf16qrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/EUpQr0PKiPY/s72-c/tumblr_l2e54yQEFW1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1269073397786805033</id><published>2010-05-13T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T05:19:43.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-vsyTgigtI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qwy7HxPv00Y/s1600/tumblr_l26gspMVZ91qa9u6ko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 34px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-vsyTgigtI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qwy7HxPv00Y/s320/tumblr_l26gspMVZ91qa9u6ko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470726521345966802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-voc2UqTaI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ncwkIho7P_8/s1600/tumblr_l180dwDOm21qath8do1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-voc2UqTaI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ncwkIho7P_8/s400/tumblr_l180dwDOm21qath8do1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470721754687753634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You didn't miss me like how I do. Sometimes when you asked me what's wrong, I was hoping you would understand and be there like how I want to be there for you. But you just won't. You rather be there for someone else. Its ironic when even the glimpse of you in sch, could make smile like you always do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It has always been like I'm going back to square one. Why wouldn't people understand the real situation. Its not like what it seems. Everybody has every right to talk to anyone they want. I knw people are concern that I would be sad or whatever again. This time I won't. What I know for now, it doesn't make me sad. Maybe the people close to me would know my real feelings. But others, we cnt stop them from talking right? O'lvl is coming and that would be my concern. Not this stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yay, tmr is the last paper for mid-year. I really can't wait for it to be over. A.maths paper was just horrible. Seriously. Both paper 1 and paper 2. I even thought whether I should drop that subject while doing the paper. :( But, it open many routes after o'lvl. Tmr is science P3. MCQ! :D I really don't want to get bck all my papers. Seriously. It would make me sad. Wait, shouldn't I be studying now? :O hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Sometimes it better to not knw the truth cause you knw it hurts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-1269073397786805033?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1269073397786805033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1269073397786805033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1269073397786805033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1269073397786805033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-didnt-miss-me-like-how-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-vsyTgigtI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qwy7HxPv00Y/s72-c/tumblr_l26gspMVZ91qa9u6ko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-1259275683530493035</id><published>2010-05-10T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T05:38:12.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-f8vp6V68I/AAAAAAAAA28/wEU-7AU4Tz8/s1600/tumblr_l1wmbjLkh21qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-f8vp6V68I/AAAAAAAAA28/wEU-7AU4Tz8/s320/tumblr_l1wmbjLkh21qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469618168099367874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I guess I've wasted a lot of tears last time when he is not the one. -.- Yar, its not worth it at all. so people, dun waste ur tears and time for an useless guy. I rather you spend that time being happy or finding that nice guy. LOL. But I guess i'm going to find a nice one soon after o'lvl. :D Geog paper was a killer. I'm so disappointed in myself. Seriously. Now, I'm trying to memorise my human geog which I cant seem to get any info in my head. -.- I hate this. I swear. Mid year, please be over. Seriously. I can take the pressure. I want my normal boring lessons back. Seriously ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I saw someone before taking my hist paper and I said that someone name excitedly. I didn't realise it was loud that my classmates around me heard and laughed. pai sey nyer! :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :(&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/1553248453103087645-1259275683530493035?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/1259275683530493035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=1259275683530493035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1259275683530493035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/1259275683530493035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-i-guess-ive-wasted-lot-of-tears-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-f8vp6V68I/AAAAAAAAA28/wEU-7AU4Tz8/s72-c/tumblr_l1wmbjLkh21qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-6845580538442924713</id><published>2010-05-08T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T05:23:10.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-VT0GgkpKI/AAAAAAAAA20/mQmxThy6C6w/s1600/tumblr_l1tmx9pPDZ1qzr04eo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-VT0GgkpKI/AAAAAAAAA20/mQmxThy6C6w/s320/tumblr_l1tmx9pPDZ1qzr04eo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468869477076870306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bt I knw I can't right? that explains why I keep having negative thoughts. There's this girl who keep posting abt a guy who she cnt let go, something like that. And I think I knw who she is referring to. Hey, c'mon if you happen to read this. Just forget it, he is not as nice as you think he is. Seriously. And I'm mad at this guy there. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wait, I'm supposed to be studying nw and I ended up msging people and talking on the phone with zahirah. LOL. And also using facebook. I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss my late convos with you. "&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :O&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/1553248453103087645-6845580538442924713?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/6845580538442924713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=6845580538442924713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6845580538442924713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/6845580538442924713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/bt-i-knw-i-cant-right-that-explains-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-VT0GgkpKI/AAAAAAAAA20/mQmxThy6C6w/s72-c/tumblr_l1tmx9pPDZ1qzr04eo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-9031347262078869494</id><published>2010-05-07T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:38:22.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-TOLaeX1XI/AAAAAAAAA2s/bC9P6y3ZKJc/s1600/tumblr_l1zfwbWL3x1qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-TOLaeX1XI/AAAAAAAAA2s/bC9P6y3ZKJc/s320/tumblr_l1zfwbWL3x1qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468722543015220594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think I've stopped caring about these stuffs for the sake of exam period. :P Can't wait for the last paper to end. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Monday is going to be a disaster to me. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GEOG + HISTORY PAPER ON THE SAME DAY= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;DISASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-9031347262078869494?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/9031347262078869494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=9031347262078869494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/9031347262078869494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/9031347262078869494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-ive-stopped-caring-about-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-TOLaeX1XI/AAAAAAAAA2s/bC9P6y3ZKJc/s72-c/tumblr_l1zfwbWL3x1qa92g7o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-4261218542358798089</id><published>2010-05-05T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:49:51.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-Jl02o665I/AAAAAAAAA2k/PBc9UwYtaRE/s1600/tumblr_l1s2kzY34B1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-Jl02o665I/AAAAAAAAA2k/PBc9UwYtaRE/s320/tumblr_l1s2kzY34B1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468044856275954578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But isn't it obvious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-Jl0vxE1AI/AAAAAAAAA2c/zcJUMsd4kc0/s1600/tumblr_l1uzswm6nm1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-Jl0vxE1AI/AAAAAAAAA2c/zcJUMsd4kc0/s320/tumblr_l1uzswm6nm1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468044854431110146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Waiting for a miracle. I guess, I'm just used to that already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm home early today. :D Tmr, is s.s and physic paper. :( Nvm, lets just endure. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana!&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/1553248453103087645-4261218542358798089?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/4261218542358798089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=4261218542358798089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4261218542358798089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/4261218542358798089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-isnt-it-obvious-waiting-for-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-Jl02o665I/AAAAAAAAA2k/PBc9UwYtaRE/s72-c/tumblr_l1s2kzY34B1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-7678868021892590414</id><published>2010-05-05T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:35:03.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-FlgLVkd7I/AAAAAAAAA2U/RWgvPg3CqPw/s1600/tumblr_l1lepybdPn1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-FlgLVkd7I/AAAAAAAAA2U/RWgvPg3CqPw/s320/tumblr_l1lepybdPn1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467763026077972402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But you didn't feel the same. But I never told you the words that should have been said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Okay, I'm actually supposed to be studying now but I've been calling zahirah. LOL. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Farhana:(&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/1553248453103087645-7678868021892590414?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/7678868021892590414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=7678868021892590414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7678868021892590414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/7678868021892590414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-you-didnt-feel-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S-FlgLVkd7I/AAAAAAAAA2U/RWgvPg3CqPw/s72-c/tumblr_l1lepybdPn1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-2607748613908358612</id><published>2010-05-04T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T03:59:26.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7tTJt60I/AAAAAAAAA2M/jp8Y_BWJTtc/s1600/30651_404755093056_605723056_3875158_6884779_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7tTJt60I/AAAAAAAAA2M/jp8Y_BWJTtc/s320/30651_404755093056_605723056_3875158_6884779_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467365228304788290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^we were all nicely dressed up but when we reach there, no one wore even a baju kurung for the wedding. Its their custom I guess. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7S4QSHuI/AAAAAAAAA2E/dJ3bzt08-Go/s1600/30651_404753613056_605723056_3875119_5778188_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7S4QSHuI/AAAAAAAAA2E/dJ3bzt08-Go/s200/30651_404753613056_605723056_3875119_5778188_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364774407970530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^the room we stayed in! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7SVH_SyI/AAAAAAAAA18/-vNSKFuth6Q/s1600/30651_404737538056_605723056_3874899_5659903_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7SVH_SyI/AAAAAAAAA18/-vNSKFuth6Q/s200/30651_404737538056_605723056_3874899_5659903_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364764977941282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7RfXJuSI/AAAAAAAAA10/dKOaJIZpi2s/s1600/30651_404737518056_605723056_3874897_2078416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7RfXJuSI/AAAAAAAAA10/dKOaJIZpi2s/s200/30651_404737518056_605723056_3874897_2078416_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364750546024738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^the eager and kpo faces! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7AhgnXYI/AAAAAAAAA1k/39LNaGuwylo/s1600/30651_404734408056_605723056_3874835_3682054_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7AhgnXYI/AAAAAAAAA1k/39LNaGuwylo/s200/30651_404734408056_605723056_3874835_3682054_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364459064810882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^haha, let me tell you the truth that these are the faces who haven't bath. We brush our teeth and go for breakfast. After that, then we bath :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7AMw2WZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7vL3ePAw0_Q/s1600/30651_404726948056_605723056_3874675_7189034_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7AMw2WZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7vL3ePAw0_Q/s200/30651_404726948056_605723056_3874675_7189034_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364453495757202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^we literally slept on a queen size bed together. :D hahaha. The one on the most right side is kak dayah but I shall call her the sleep kicker cause she keep kicking me! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6_tfxjoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1J5R52a1mz8/s1600/30651_404726923056_605723056_3874673_1296952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6_tfxjoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1J5R52a1mz8/s200/30651_404726923056_605723056_3874673_1296952_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364445102640770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^I love my hair here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6_SxfPfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2P-box7q4Ek/s1600/30651_404712188056_605723056_3874313_481758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6_SxfPfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2P-box7q4Ek/s200/30651_404712188056_605723056_3874313_481758_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364437929180658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6sLZoo5I/AAAAAAAAA08/_VAfCKdj0q4/s1600/30651_404710528056_605723056_3874281_5877921_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6sLZoo5I/AAAAAAAAA08/_VAfCKdj0q4/s200/30651_404710528056_605723056_3874281_5877921_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364109532570514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^We were actually watching this indonesia show called "take him out"! that explains why I was laughing. The guys in the show are so kurang ajar-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6rniyhXI/AAAAAAAAA00/NmU9K9ph0S8/s1600/30651_404708173056_605723056_3874179_4732012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6rniyhXI/AAAAAAAAA00/NmU9K9ph0S8/s200/30651_404708173056_605723056_3874179_4732012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364099907290482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6rYFi10I/AAAAAAAAA0s/QUHOpVXVOaw/s1600/30651_404706378056_605723056_3874084_2421999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6rYFi10I/AAAAAAAAA0s/QUHOpVXVOaw/s200/30651_404706378056_605723056_3874084_2421999_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364095758096194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^look! my hair is center parting! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6rIJ-ojI/AAAAAAAAA0k/EWbdbY4Oh_c/s1600/30651_404697788056_605723056_3873642_3343125_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6rIJ-ojI/AAAAAAAAA0k/EWbdbY4Oh_c/s200/30651_404697788056_605723056_3873642_3343125_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467364091481727538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I went to batam for my pak cik's wedding. Yes, he is marrying someone there so we went there to celebrate. But trust me, I'm so not going back there. For sure! The food was horrible. Seriously. But at the wedding, the food was nice except for the satay. :P We stayed in swiss-in hotel which is payed by my pak cik. He payed for 9 rooms! super rich right? That explains why he got married in batam. You knw, the batam women*wink wink* But I spent a quality and super fun time with my cousins. :D After a long time. :D The weather was super duper hot! :( I was sweating all the way and the air con don't seem to work anywhere there! or maybe, it was too hot lar. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6IZPYmKI/AAAAAAAAA0c/yX_sklPmvBM/s1600/tumblr_l1vep4Eon91qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_6IZPYmKI/AAAAAAAAA0c/yX_sklPmvBM/s320/tumblr_l1vep4Eon91qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467363494772381858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Especially now, after all that I witnessed. Actions speaks louder than words. It really does. It kills me to see you when I know I can't have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana. :(&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/1553248453103087645-2607748613908358612?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/2607748613908358612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=2607748613908358612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2607748613908358612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2607748613908358612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-were-all-nicely-dressed-up-but-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9_7tTJt60I/AAAAAAAAA2M/jp8Y_BWJTtc/s72-c/30651_404755093056_605723056_3875158_6884779_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-8626254753719615278</id><published>2010-05-02T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:35:25.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S95Sd6A-WJI/AAAAAAAAA0U/p6acbFHSF9k/s1600/tumblr_l0elg3h7N81qakkf1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S95Sd6A-WJI/AAAAAAAAA0U/p6acbFHSF9k/s320/tumblr_l0elg3h7N81qakkf1o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466897671417387154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went home from batam yesterday. I'll blog about it later. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Farhana like this! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&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/1553248453103087645-8626254753719615278?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/8626254753719615278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=8626254753719615278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8626254753719615278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/8626254753719615278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/05/farhana-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S95Sd6A-WJI/AAAAAAAAA0U/p6acbFHSF9k/s72-c/tumblr_l0elg3h7N81qakkf1o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3172753197505952741</id><published>2010-04-29T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:16:29.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9k-PkMhxLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/z7_59FnmQnc/s1600/tumblr_l1fl2tSVua1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9k-PkMhxLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/z7_59FnmQnc/s320/tumblr_l1fl2tSVua1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465468059925988530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cause I think everyone else can see that except you, idr. Sometimes you're happy seeing other people happy even though u're not part of it. I somehow like doing exams in the hall despite of the hotness cause you get to see the people, you want to see for more than a hour. hahaha! :P But somehow, it hard to spot that person when there's so many people in one hall. Zahirah help me out with that. Malay paper was a killer, seriously.-.- I gave up doing the kefahaman. :( Nvm, lets not talk abt it, its going to make me sad. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, I'm off to take a nap then study. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause your best days will be some of my worst."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-3172753197505952741?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3172753197505952741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3172753197505952741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3172753197505952741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3172753197505952741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-i-think-everyone-else-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9k-PkMhxLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/z7_59FnmQnc/s72-c/tumblr_l1fl2tSVua1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-453078487359894402</id><published>2010-04-26T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:56:48.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9VjBvjxC-I/AAAAAAAAAz8/HsBHudL63xM/s1600/tumblr_kyst5k6YSp1qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9VjBvjxC-I/AAAAAAAAAz8/HsBHudL63xM/s320/tumblr_kyst5k6YSp1qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464382604481465314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It 5.55 pm. And I'm so going to rush through my homeworks. :P Well, this picture up here.. well, nvm. I got no time to be emo :P evn how much those words hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana. &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/1553248453103087645-453078487359894402?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/453078487359894402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=453078487359894402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/453078487359894402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/453078487359894402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9VjBvjxC-I/AAAAAAAAAz8/HsBHudL63xM/s72-c/tumblr_kyst5k6YSp1qa92g7o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-3805560612050592046</id><published>2010-04-24T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:03:38.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9Mh_h47-ZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/s5FcdrPjjv4/s1600/tumblr_l1bgtl3Fl11qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9Mh_h47-ZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/s5FcdrPjjv4/s320/tumblr_l1bgtl3Fl11qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463748148243200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;It currently 12.53 am. and why am I not asleep yet? :P I like this picture up here. It makes me smile. :) Seriously. But nvm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1553248453103087645-3805560612050592046?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/3805560612050592046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=3805560612050592046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3805560612050592046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/3805560612050592046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-currently-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9Mh_h47-ZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/s5FcdrPjjv4/s72-c/tumblr_l1bgtl3Fl11qa92g7o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-403860273367579363</id><published>2010-04-24T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:01:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9KjMXmnRdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5mdD7rydGe4/s1600/tumblr_kwburuUc4m1qa92g7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9KjMXmnRdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5mdD7rydGe4/s320/tumblr_kwburuUc4m1qa92g7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463608730843563474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You came in my life and make wonders. :) Well, I think that some people are just born to hurt your feelings constantly and some people are just there to treat the wounds. :) even if it doesn't make you happy completely, it doesn't make you sad completely neither. Which why I always have this neutral feeling. :) I really don't get it about some guys who can't stay loyal to one. Is that too much for them? Seriously. It is a must to some guys has to contact with several girls at a time? It is so hurtful when girls are often loyal to their feelings and guys are not. You're hurting every party feelings. Playing with people feelings. I really can't stand it hearing about this type of guy. Seriously. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9KhSGP0O_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/nSIfyA-8o6E/s1600/nisa2%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9KhSGP0O_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/nSIfyA-8o6E/s320/nisa2%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463606630240500722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9KhRhB7cvI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Scbr3lshQ_g/s1600/nisa1%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9KhRhB7cvI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Scbr3lshQ_g/s320/nisa1%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463606620250141426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, the photos aren't that clear though. :( It was farhana and nisa's wrong day. hahaha! We spent $8 on the mini ride at time zone when it only cost $4. We wanted to take neoprint at another machine, but it was spoilt. We wanted to eat pizzahut, but we were too late for the student meal. Same goes to breeks. -.- So we went to eat long john sliver instead. hahah! but i think, I had fun. :P Even though we always realise that we kept talking about that person whom we both don't like. LOL. Well, next time lets make a promise to get that person out of our convo. :P Wel, i think I got a lot to share with her about the other one on our next trip. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-403860273367579363?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/403860273367579363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=403860273367579363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/403860273367579363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/403860273367579363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-came-in-my-life-and-make-wonders.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S9KjMXmnRdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5mdD7rydGe4/s72-c/tumblr_kwburuUc4m1qa92g7o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1553248453103087645.post-2385747991919314021</id><published>2010-04-21T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T05:15:21.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S87rrGSuDkI/AAAAAAAAAzM/C4LKjiKihxc/s1600/tumblr_l0zjdm8YW01qzb7gjo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S87rrGSuDkI/AAAAAAAAAzM/C4LKjiKihxc/s320/tumblr_l0zjdm8YW01qzb7gjo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462562523703021122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But no one told me its going to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;this hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. :( But I guess, its worth it. Really. Your smile cn even treat my deep wounds, you know. :P The most wonderful smile I've ever seen. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"I love you, don't you see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Farhana! :D&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/1553248453103087645-2385747991919314021?l=we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/feeds/2385747991919314021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1553248453103087645&amp;postID=2385747991919314021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2385747991919314021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1553248453103087645/posts/default/2385747991919314021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://we-aint-pulchritudinous.blogspot.com/2010/04/but-no-one-told-me-its-going-to-be-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Happyme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17306900282615787912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/SLtyyi4_maI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNcEP0a_R8Y/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaHXx7qz2mc/S87rrGSuDkI/AAAAAAAAAzM/C4LKjiKihxc/s72-c/tumblr_l0zjdm8YW01qzb7gjo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
