<?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-3948605607417285010</id><updated>2012-01-18T23:10:07.842+08:00</updated><category term='once upon a time'/><category term='kezmin (V)'/><category term='happy bday jia.'/><category term='somehow.'/><category term='It is just 5 days farah.'/><category term='nasri happy 8 lah baby.'/><category term='-'/><category term='this post is so improper cos i&apos;m rushhhhing through it.'/><category term='Feefly nak buka kfc dgn nasrul'/><category term='i can be gila sia.'/><category term='blueck'/><category term='i nak jumpa seha this sat and semua gfs i yg dah lama mia. text i k'/><category term='why is it so hard to meet NINABEYH?'/><category term='FARAH+NASRI= FASRI'/><category term='Gaga'/><category term='i think this post is like not structured properly'/><category term='Peedah called me atlast'/><category term='i will move pics of wau bulan keluaran on a thumbdrive. Get it from me.'/><category term='feedy is still konek.'/><category term='kematol.'/><category term='N'/><category term='k best.'/><category term='because i dengan nasri dah nak happy7'/><category term='I love na-na-na-nasrrri...'/><category term='i feel so bloody ah baby.'/><category term='What you give is what you get.'/><category term='i miss her soo. erghgh.'/><category term='i think.'/><category term='G-D taught me how to roll.'/><category term='ha ha'/><category term='i seem to be fussing alot should be cos of my friend'/><category term='Omg 10 missed calls from b -'/><category term='TH'/><category term='cuteweird is gerek.'/><category term='meluat tak ni post? macam muka kau la.'/><category term='i guess kinns JUST don&apos;t have a perfect family.'/><category term='feefly had a lil too much.'/><category term='headquarters of gossip'/><category term='nas nas nasssssssss is my gg members.'/><category term='I'/><category term='ngantok nyerrr.'/><category term='its not so bad afterall'/><category term='aku macam saja je blog ni macam.'/><category term='jap lagi jumpa i nya baby'/><category term='waubulan got 2 performance this month. Best.'/><category term='jangan nak kental ah'/><category term='kita town sesama k'/><category term='i love nasri so much.'/><category term='period.'/><category term='K'/><category term='slippers or shoes ahr?'/><category term='nak nyot-nyot mek-mek tak kcyk?'/><category term='gg punya members.'/><category term='best memories kept deep in my heart'/><category term='She has that pale face. She wears a gundu look on her face. How lovely. Oh~'/><category term='Baba and Mama said they love me'/><category term='ALOT.'/><category term='pasal i ketagih bibir you yang cute tu.'/><title type='text'>i w a n t y o u r b f . b s</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>710</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-9112760274143521498</id><published>2012-01-18T22:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:10:07.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gdv9XUqyLE/Txbgu3P3aVI/AAAAAAAADDI/tnFD8hd48-s/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-12%2Bat%2B17.14.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gdv9XUqyLE/Txbgu3P3aVI/AAAAAAAADDI/tnFD8hd48-s/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-12%2Bat%2B17.14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698989474193041746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dearest nasri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The first time when i fall in love with you is when i first gaze upon those beautiful eyes of yours. I am so lucky to experience these 2 years with you and I feel like killing myself for ruining this relationship. If its not for me, I won't lose you. If its not for me, you will still be mine. Only God knows how hard this is for me. Hanya tuhan yang tahu betapa sayang aku kat kau. How do you expect me to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you I really love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i truly do...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-9112760274143521498?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/9112760274143521498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/9112760274143521498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2012/01/dearest-nasri-first-time-when-i-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gdv9XUqyLE/Txbgu3P3aVI/AAAAAAAADDI/tnFD8hd48-s/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-12%2Bat%2B17.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8137945395629315823</id><published>2012-01-18T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:55:29.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqdlwZjoBQ4/TxWnakrtneI/AAAAAAAADC8/d-GRILtg0xY/s1600/396254_2768726989296_1591609227_2482982_245498362_n.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqdlwZjoBQ4/TxWnakrtneI/AAAAAAAADC8/d-GRILtg0xY/s400/396254_2768726989296_1591609227_2482982_245498362_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698644978472689122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tell me how am I suppose to endure this pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tell me how am I going to get over this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tell me baby how do I stop crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tell me Tell me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-8137945395629315823?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8137945395629315823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8137945395629315823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2012/01/tell-me-how-am-i-suppose-to-endure-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqdlwZjoBQ4/TxWnakrtneI/AAAAAAAADC8/d-GRILtg0xY/s72-c/396254_2768726989296_1591609227_2482982_245498362_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-7969449430596025032</id><published>2012-01-17T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:31:07.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2uPiJpiMw8/TxWR5e9TefI/AAAAAAAADCw/Dg4WUBUSRHw/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-17%2Bat%2B09.18%2B%25232.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2uPiJpiMw8/TxWR5e9TefI/AAAAAAAADCw/Dg4WUBUSRHw/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-17%2Bat%2B09.18%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621320255994354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to make you stress. Neither do I want to make you feel regretful. I am not forcing you but I just want to inform you that I don't wait and get treated like some used doll just because I did a mistake. Yes I broke your heart into pieces, I betrayed you, I lied and I failed to prove to you that I do love you. But I'm a human too okay. I make mistakes, I repeat them then I'll try to become a better person for you. But if you can never ever accept the fact that I wasn't true and I will never ever ever mend your heart, please just go. Just give me the kind of treatment that I'm suppose to deserve. Don't give me hopes, don't make me cry and please don't tell me that its going to be tough making a decision whether to leave or stay. You rule your life. Not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you think you can never believe in us, then leave it there. Its gonna leave a lot of pain but I'm sure you'll pull through. Im sorry that I've never been a perfect gf for you but I just want you to know that I've suffered enough. I'm sick and annoyed of this. I don't want to hope. Don't think too much baby because when you think, you make me feel that I'm a choice. I'm not blaming you for reacting this way. Just don't leave me hanging. I have other better things to do. Don't tell me that you're lost or apologise over and over again because in the end, it is I who is at fault for causing these miseries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You keep talking to me about him. You are like superb jealous of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then, you are reluctant to be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is this shit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-7969449430596025032?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7969449430596025032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7969449430596025032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-want-to-make-you-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2uPiJpiMw8/TxWR5e9TefI/AAAAAAAADCw/Dg4WUBUSRHw/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-17%2Bat%2B09.18%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5670341268763445866</id><published>2012-01-12T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:38:06.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the bottom of heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehgNEILfEis/Tw6yAlRMnMI/AAAAAAAADCk/kDMzRtVKp2U/s1600/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehgNEILfEis/Tw6yAlRMnMI/AAAAAAAADCk/kDMzRtVKp2U/s400/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696686301744241858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nasri&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;I am writing this post not because I want to seek your attention or trying to make up some stupid excuse to cover up the mistakes I've made that did break your heart into bits of pieces. We have been together for over 2 years now and you should know me pretty well. Please try to understand everything that I am trying to convey to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deeply and sincerely from the bottom of my heart, I apologise for everything I did to wreck our relationship. I left you in a gaze and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sorry baby I'm so so so so sorry I knew this was coming I'm so sorry for my stupidity. I'm sorry for neglecting you I'm sorry sorry sorry sorry for everything that I've done that brought you to misery and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know that you have already forgiven me and I'm thankful that you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe we need a break or probably we're not meant for each other now but later in the future? Or perhaps we are just not meant to be together. It hurts me deeply having to say all this. We've been through happiness and pain. This relationship means a lot to me too. But if we both cannot accept each other wrongdoings, what's the benefit of holding on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love, devotion, trust, faith in you is slowly fading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I still love you Nasri and you know that well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will take a while but I'll get over it if you want me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unless we're going to patch things up? Its really hard for me. Please say something will you?&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/3948605607417285010-5670341268763445866?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5670341268763445866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5670341268763445866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-bottom-of-heart.html' title='From the bottom of heart.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehgNEILfEis/Tw6yAlRMnMI/AAAAAAAADCk/kDMzRtVKp2U/s72-c/IMG_2112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6554284536681631028</id><published>2012-01-04T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:36:38.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99AohsOKNdk/TwRtohOaQGI/AAAAAAAADCY/Xw7z7LlOKJ4/s1600/IMG_7242.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: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99AohsOKNdk/TwRtohOaQGI/AAAAAAAADCY/Xw7z7LlOKJ4/s400/IMG_7242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693796371784155234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes making decisions can be quite nerve racking. Its like you're trying to choose a different path but you can't even be sure if that path will lead you to a better life. They all say to leave it in the hands of God. But God can't really be doing everything for you right... It really takes me a long time to decide on what is the best for me. Its killing me and I swear the guilt is going to eat the fuck up of me soon. I don't want to lie and neither do I want to feel guilty. But its difficult if I am trying to prevent a certain someone from being hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you sense someone that you know, that is like a million times better than a person that you love, a godzillion thoughts will come running through your mind like water gushing out from a broken pipe. My mind is being twisted and tangled up like a vine in the woods. Its drastically stressful of me having to mope over this from time to time. I wish someone could hear me out. I wish someone could tell me what to do. But perhaps if I hang on too long, things will get worse. What if I decide to leave? Will that create a change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you're worth the wait, the pain, the laughters, the smiles....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then you're worth my everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I JUST WANT TO FEEL GOOD. THATS ALL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that really so much to ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6554284536681631028?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6554284536681631028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6554284536681631028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-making-decisions-can-be-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99AohsOKNdk/TwRtohOaQGI/AAAAAAAADCY/Xw7z7LlOKJ4/s72-c/IMG_7242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8444315663101429318</id><published>2012-01-03T03:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T04:18:16.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-w4izT56aU/TwIG3n1MjKI/AAAAAAAADCM/zHL5hq1WJ7w/s1600/IMG_0226.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-w4izT56aU/TwIG3n1MjKI/AAAAAAAADCM/zHL5hq1WJ7w/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693120431604403362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I celebrated countdown with my love ones at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Siloso&lt;/span&gt;. It was definitely an enchanting experience. I was looking forward to this event since 2010 because I was still underage at that point of time and did not achieve the age limit :/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; but whatever I am still pleased that I could go this year but a little upset though since I bought the ticket @ $52 while others got it as low as $15?!?!?! But I got a complimentary drink so that explains the price, I GUESS???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 countdown was the best one yet. I was dancing in the foam party and I managed to catch a clear view of the fireworks! Like seriously the fireworks were right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of me and I did not even have to tiptoe or look up!!!!! It was definitely an interesting experience. Covered in foam all over my body with loud music combining with the fireworks bursting into beautiful magnificent colours made me teared. The people around me were socializing well, we were all wishing each other a happy new year. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;partied all night long till 6am. Satisfying experience indeed. Too bad I could not take pictures because there's something wrong with my digital camera. The flash just won't work. Sigh. But the memories will stick with me forever. &lt;/span&gt;2011 has definitely been a wonderful year. I hope 2012 would be the same too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG I'LL BE 19 THIS YEARRRRR!!!!!! SERIOUSLY????? HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm starting school soon and I miss all my friends! Can't wait to see each and everyone of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWz2vN_kaQE/TwIGLZA6wVI/AAAAAAAADCA/cqKI4tV7ztE/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B16.16.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWz2vN_kaQE/TwIGLZA6wVI/AAAAAAAADCA/cqKI4tV7ztE/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B16.16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693119671712792914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-8444315663101429318?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8444315663101429318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8444315663101429318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-2012.html' title='HELLO 2012'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-w4izT56aU/TwIG3n1MjKI/AAAAAAAADCM/zHL5hq1WJ7w/s72-c/IMG_0226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-1448576497545229488</id><published>2011-12-26T03:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T04:20:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aUKWPhUdjs/Tvd3upy33fI/AAAAAAAADBQ/tbBLekgzIGI/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PraiRJN1S9E/Tvd2V1zzKrI/AAAAAAAADBE/e2LOnI-A-lk/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-23%2Bat%2B11.03.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PraiRJN1S9E/Tvd2V1zzKrI/AAAAAAAADBE/e2LOnI-A-lk/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-23%2Bat%2B11.03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690146771799583410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi! So lately I've not been blogging a lot because I've started working! Like finally. I've been so lazy this December and I'm going to admit that I did gain a WHOLE LOT MORE OF FATS. I've been feeling so extremely fat and being very sensitive to everyone who keeps on going, " Farah you've gain weight! Farah, your thighs and your butt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! " and it keeps going on and on...Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nas&lt;/span&gt; does it! He keeps telling me to do sit ups now and then. Its so unfair, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really that fat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just fleshy. Maybe its a shock that I used to be 27kg last year and 45kg this time round.......its just that I'm really really happy and contented with my life now. I tend to eat more plus my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; has been so much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq_HDyrrMU4/Tvd11jHnj5I/AAAAAAAADA4/xlXNjgfTOcs/s1600/404307_2687339634663_1591609227_2434410_704091498_n.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq_HDyrrMU4/Tvd11jHnj5I/AAAAAAAADA4/xlXNjgfTOcs/s400/404307_2687339634663_1591609227_2434410_704091498_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690146217026621330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So skipping all that, the other time I was being so crazy about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; Out and this time round, COUNTDOWN! YAY! SO HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait can't wait. Okay thats all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-1448576497545229488?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1448576497545229488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1448576497545229488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/12/hi-so-lately-ive-not-been-blogging-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PraiRJN1S9E/Tvd2V1zzKrI/AAAAAAAADBE/e2LOnI-A-lk/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-23%2Bat%2B11.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2738855118037161701</id><published>2011-12-18T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:17:07.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD LUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eiYGfnSQ-s/Tu362O1cWUI/AAAAAAAADAs/zHMRIJRjszI/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.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: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eiYGfnSQ-s/Tu362O1cWUI/AAAAAAAADAs/zHMRIJRjszI/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687477714040936770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi! GOOD LUCK TO BOTH OF YOU FOR YOUR RESULTS TOMORRRRRRROW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Nelly I cannot accompany since I'll be working tomorrow. I'll treat you soon okay. Haha. I'll be looking forward to your texts or calls xoxo all the best loveeee you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-2738855118037161701?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2738855118037161701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2738855118037161701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-luck.html' title='GOOD LUCK'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eiYGfnSQ-s/Tu362O1cWUI/AAAAAAAADAs/zHMRIJRjszI/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-770974899969426072</id><published>2011-12-12T00:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T04:02:13.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Zouk Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WnQ55cc53M/TuTdSzebGII/AAAAAAAADAg/tqEFGkA6aHg/s1600/me.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WnQ55cc53M/TuTdSzebGII/AAAAAAAADAg/tqEFGkA6aHg/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684911944773605506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear it was the best experience of clubbing ever. Although it was just me and Nasri, we did have a lot of fun. Felt insecure in the first place because we were surrounded by groups of people laughing their heart out but things change as soon as we get on the dancefloor. Every cent was worthwhile. There was even fireworks in the middle of the event. The atmosphere and environment was different from a normal beach party. I did not regret even a bit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll definitely be looking forward to Zouk Out 2012 but this time with a bunch of friends please and hopefully I'll be driving by that then. He he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was also incredibly interesting that we both get to party till morning when dawn greets us! Haha but have to admit we were both shagged, restless, tired and weak when the event ended. Luckily Nasri rides a bike so we did not have to flag a cab home and waste more money, we had breakfast at West Coast then head home. Just wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXezOfpKyZo/TuTcS5xA34I/AAAAAAAADAU/4EFz4JlQb8E/s1600/SAM_0174.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/-TXezOfpKyZo/TuTcS5xA34I/AAAAAAAADAU/4EFz4JlQb8E/s400/SAM_0174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684910846950563714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo1eKup-bqQ/TuTae-gpLNI/AAAAAAAADAI/0gB0GT8mALY/s1600/SAM_0103.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo1eKup-bqQ/TuTae-gpLNI/AAAAAAAADAI/0gB0GT8mALY/s400/SAM_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684908855359253714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKfsREEIgt0/TuTZ6vbgvnI/AAAAAAAAC_8/8wW-XnvEIqg/s1600/SAM_0084.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKfsREEIgt0/TuTZ6vbgvnI/AAAAAAAAC_8/8wW-XnvEIqg/s400/SAM_0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684908232835907186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fp-Gj9SWxBY/TuTYvMsyaMI/AAAAAAAAC_w/3_BVPhlUECk/s1600/SAM_0156.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fp-Gj9SWxBY/TuTYvMsyaMI/AAAAAAAAC_w/3_BVPhlUECk/s400/SAM_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684906935022938306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To whoever who is against Zouk Out or like saying it is not a big deal. Its getting on my nerves. Its a big deal to us who went to Zouk Out! Why is it so so so so wrong for us to be bragging about it on facebook or twitter? Why is it so irritating for you? You can choose to ignore, don't you have any sense of respect for people who are eager for this event?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its very stupid, idiotic, moronic and fucking ridiculous of you to be criticizing such an event. Fuck i'm not like you that depend on only ladies night since its FREE FREE FREE you typical piece of shit. I will and rather spend money to expose and experience myself to the different types of event I can go to. You club but you criticize Zouk Out? You fucking contradicting you know? Plain jealous because you don't have $98 or people to let you through the admission oh so you expect us to understand how irritated you are with our tweets, status and photos of Zouk Out? Tough luck la minah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially to those who wished for mishaps to happen on Zouk Out, nothing shitty happened at all and you guys are very cruel to say something false about a big event. YES i'm fucking sensitive as i was looking forward to Zouk Out since its my first time! Thats the reason why I am against everyone who spits nonsense about it. You all are pathetic and have brains the size of peanuts seriously. I SHALL BRAG AND BRAG ABOUT ZOUK OUT UNTIL I FEEL SATISFY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just feel so miserable for you because you missed Zouk Out 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-770974899969426072?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/770974899969426072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/770974899969426072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-zouk-out.html' title='Finally Zouk Out!'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WnQ55cc53M/TuTdSzebGII/AAAAAAAADAg/tqEFGkA6aHg/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-378457726921793653</id><published>2011-12-08T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T03:04:40.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bk1IjjbHkqI/Tt-4rXEdWQI/AAAAAAAAC_k/sHoeRPi4IOM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-07%2Bat%2B21.37%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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bk1IjjbHkqI/Tt-4rXEdWQI/AAAAAAAAC_k/sHoeRPi4IOM/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-07%2Bat%2B21.37%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683464309831457026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Love you girls no matter what&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/3948605607417285010-378457726921793653?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/378457726921793653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/378457726921793653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-you-girls-no-matter-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bk1IjjbHkqI/Tt-4rXEdWQI/AAAAAAAAC_k/sHoeRPi4IOM/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-07%2Bat%2B21.37%2B%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-1639519778636719931</id><published>2011-12-08T02:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T02:59:48.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOUK OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Cpetw4jNqs/Tt-25eyblVI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/-h4HlsdLf5A/s1600/IMG_7161.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/-1Cpetw4jNqs/Tt-25eyblVI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/-h4HlsdLf5A/s400/IMG_7161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683462353398240594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7IAF5DzGp5A/Tt-2Lis2aYI/AAAAAAAAC_M/GVWmRKXbFEk/s1600/IMG_7164.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/-7IAF5DzGp5A/Tt-2Lis2aYI/AAAAAAAAC_M/GVWmRKXbFEk/s400/IMG_7164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683461564174592386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKrhVqWLosY/Tt-10TXNN7I/AAAAAAAAC_A/nbwHp1LrfWA/s1600/IMG_7165.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKrhVqWLosY/Tt-10TXNN7I/AAAAAAAAC_A/nbwHp1LrfWA/s400/IMG_7165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683461164920289202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Closer closer closer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the days pass by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is thursday, just 2 more days to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zouk Out 2011, here i come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna have the time of my life. I swear with you, &lt;b&gt;Nasri Kaswadi (V)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-1639519778636719931?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1639519778636719931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1639519778636719931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/12/closer-closer-closer.html' title='ZOUK OUT!'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Cpetw4jNqs/Tt-25eyblVI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/-h4HlsdLf5A/s72-c/IMG_7161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5192064066860580242</id><published>2011-12-01T15:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:54:06.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#Ladiesnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpdUwNhX_Vk/TtctSLgfUtI/AAAAAAAAC-0/JiBdfZsXffU/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.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: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpdUwNhX_Vk/TtctSLgfUtI/AAAAAAAAC-0/JiBdfZsXffU/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681059245301125842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was our first experience ever for ladies night! Which means only 18 and above can enter and free entry for all ladies. Yipee! I swear we both were so sex-cited and I got sort of nervous. Haha because I knew that the atmosphere and surrounding in there would be different from a typical underage club. We decided to head to Double-O to party, well actually not "&lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt;" decided, nini did. -.- But its okay since I've never been to that club. It was our holidays, I really think we really deserve this night going cuckoo. Somehow we were saddened as most of our girls were underage :/ so its only me and her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TOGETHER FOREVER HAHAHA (V)&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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNFNqS4e79w/Ttcpt66SPLI/AAAAAAAAC-o/XihxreP7rgs/s400/375206_182595151834431_100002518411547_352852_1735380752_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681055323835743410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although the night didn't really end well, all I could say that this was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;best best best&lt;/span&gt; experience EVER. Partying with Nini was a right choice because you bet she got so hyperactive and so darn energetic that she just could not stop dancing even for a second! Sweating like pigs, screaming our lungs out, grinding, raving, laughing, imitating each other dance moves, pushing each other lol lol it was one hell of a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We drank, she took shots and we were both flying high on the dancefloor. It has been long since I last drank and I got tipsy real quick with that loss of sensation all over my body. I also want to mention the fact that 3/4 of the time, we were on the podium and the whole thing sort of vibrated due to the music being extremely crucial loud. My ears got half-deaf and I made friends! Haha I cannot believe how super friendly some people are. Its a really good place to socialize I think but Nini's scandal got really possessive while I was boyfriend-less for the night. Nasri went to powerhouse! Ditch-er. But he picked me up after double-o closes at 3am. I was shocked though, I remembered this part when he screamed at me to use my helmet quickly haha he so funny when he merajok. So buruk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fR3bZJUU5p0/TtcpV3lv18I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/_lletGxR41U/s1600/ninifee.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: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fR3bZJUU5p0/TtcpV3lv18I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/_lletGxR41U/s400/ninifee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681054910627436482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nini! You really made my night and this experience would be kept forever in my heart. I love you babe! Soooooo.....Zouk out pah? HAHAHA (V) See you soon!&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/3948605607417285010-5192064066860580242?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5192064066860580242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5192064066860580242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/12/ladiesnight.html' title='#Ladiesnight'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpdUwNhX_Vk/TtctSLgfUtI/AAAAAAAAC-0/JiBdfZsXffU/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2963627994086939314</id><published>2011-11-28T04:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:17:46.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&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:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TRIPPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; when your eyes looks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SMALLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; as though it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;DISAPPEARING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; when you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LAUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;#matasepet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&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/3948605607417285010-2963627994086939314?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2963627994086939314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2963627994086939314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-double-tripple-love-it-when-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-3300942291237813560</id><published>2011-11-28T01:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:05:12.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7n1aU4srSY/TtJ5K2IcaxI/AAAAAAAAC-E/Vv353rOADrQ/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-27%2Bat%2B00.38%2B%25232.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: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7n1aU4srSY/TtJ5K2IcaxI/AAAAAAAAC-E/Vv353rOADrQ/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-27%2Bat%2B00.38%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679735307304200978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one knows how fucking sad and hurt I feel now. I am shivering in sadness and drowned with tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say crying is good to let it all out but I've been crying every night. So in which part of letting it all out does it helps? It is as complicated as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-size:small;"&gt;You semalam dah gi club, dah minum, dah joget, dah cukup enjoy tanpa I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;why why why why why why why why why why why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; is it so hard, so fucking hard to even go home straight after a whole day of work? You are tired and sleepy right? Why can't you go home and atleast show a bit of effort that you do actually care about me? Why can't you do that? You told me how sorry you were but why bullshit when you don't even mean it? You are slacking with your classmates which you can actually do so during school time, lunchtime, after school or before school. You tak penat ke? You tak fikir ke on saturday you dah buat I macam mana abeh sunday pun you nak sama ah? Bila you akan realise???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Asal susah sangat untuk you bagi I EVEN A BIT OF SYMPATHY. Its not that i'm a controlling you but now I don't even restrict you from doing anything anymore. I &lt;b&gt;waited waited waited waited waited and waited&lt;/b&gt; for your call. You minta I permission nak lepak but before even waiting for me to say anything, you already made up your mind to lepak, so what's the use of asking me???? I just wanted some time to talk on the phone with you. Salah ke? I nangis tapi you were happily munching away. Seriously tergamak you buat bodoh nan i. I tak tahu apa lagi nak cakap. I terlalu sedih and lemah. You taktahu apa perasaan I. You don't even make an effort to make things better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every night i will keep asking myself over and over again why things have to be this way? Why are you not answering my calls? Why are you ignoring me?  Why is our relationship on the rocks? &lt;b&gt;why why why why why why why &lt;/b&gt;Asal you dah berubah? Asal nan you ni? Asal you suka buat i nangis? Asal you tak boleh faham perasaan i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you don't even want to make things better anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somebody tell me, where do I stand now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-3300942291237813560?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3300942291237813560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3300942291237813560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-one-knows-how-fucking-sad-and-hurt-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7n1aU4srSY/TtJ5K2IcaxI/AAAAAAAAC-E/Vv353rOADrQ/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-27%2Bat%2B00.38%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2491865279955231201</id><published>2011-11-26T23:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:03:03.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly &amp; Nini (V)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDN6ahemQ9M/TtEHmu7jAeI/AAAAAAAAC9s/Et8ALomz9l8/s400/385513_254858651235694_100001346845489_637119_844505052_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679328967105118690" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/--2Eh8ghdliI/TtEHTzVCcqI/AAAAAAAAC9U/piesGUK-rw0/s400/379879_254847651236794_100001346845489_637079_1602106347_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679328641868264098" /&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/-hvbY3k1qqWQ/TtEHIZ8FEuI/AAAAAAAAC9I/yMMnacFvB9Q/s400/304254_254846984570194_100001346845489_637070_70140657_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679328446074131170" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJMaZ1AVfI8/TtEHES5z2UI/AAAAAAAAC88/lt6aVpKxUeA/s400/375548_254848907903335_100001346845489_637086_1587609280_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679328375466088770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had so much fun with you girls today. I cannot explain further how you both have made me cheer up in every way. (Omg I can't believe that I'm crying while typing this right now.) I thank god so much, SO MUCH for bringing people like you in my life. Without you all, I bet I'll be crying one corner while my bf is clubbing. Terima kasih la sesangat, aku sayang korang sangat, tolong jangan tinggalkan aku :') When we gossiped, maki hamun each other, everything was so darn fun, I laughed like I never did for ages. I seriously enjoy this better than clubbing. Talking to y'all, sharing and pouring what's being kept in my heart for long felt so damn good. You both are so precious to me. Please never leave me hanging. You girls managed to fix my broken heart and yes, I look at things in a different way now. THANK YOU :') Atleast I know, I have someone to rely on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;''Ya allah ya tuhanku, berikan aku kekuatan untuk melalui masa yang pahit ini ya allah dekatikan teman2 aku yang selalu memberikan ku kekuatan, ya allah ya tuhanku bantu lah hatiku yang sayu dan lemah ini.''&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somebody told what Kuv Hlub Koj means, well it made me smiled [:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gA4vb0EU0E/TtEKRTJGTwI/AAAAAAAAC94/m1dqWwObHeQ/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-26%2Bat%2B23.44%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679331897403395842" /&gt;Ni untuk y'all. I love you Nelly &amp;amp; Nini.&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/3948605607417285010-2491865279955231201?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2491865279955231201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2491865279955231201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-had-so-much-fun-with-you-girls-today.html' title='Nelly &amp; Nini (V)'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDN6ahemQ9M/TtEHmu7jAeI/AAAAAAAAC9s/Et8ALomz9l8/s72-c/385513_254858651235694_100001346845489_637119_844505052_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-1926775710101540022</id><published>2011-11-24T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:16:45.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWwRJLlAa4k/Ts41b1mLydI/AAAAAAAAC8k/JG25bDm3w2A/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.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: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWwRJLlAa4k/Ts41b1mLydI/AAAAAAAAC8k/JG25bDm3w2A/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678534932520749522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You changed a lot. I really miss the old you, the old me and the old US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, change is nature. See how long i can endure before I really give up on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-1926775710101540022?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1926775710101540022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1926775710101540022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-changed-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWwRJLlAa4k/Ts41b1mLydI/AAAAAAAAC8k/JG25bDm3w2A/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5944627023489407604</id><published>2011-11-24T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:26:01.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Batok&lt;/span&gt; Driving Centre. I paid for my provisional driving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; and also top up my account. Seriously I keep on changing my mind. I don't really know whether I should take manual or auto. I want to change but I really feel that its probably too late. Manual is going to be tough and changing to auto will cost me an admin fee of atleast $150. Grrrr I hate myself for not planning things earlier. If only i really knew how tough changing gears while depressing the clutch is.... Grrrr i want to be able to drive by next year raya ughgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5944627023489407604?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5944627023489407604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5944627023489407604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/indecisive.html' title='Indecisive.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5314739019568531268</id><published>2011-11-23T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:17:00.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't want me controlling you, tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't like how this relationship is working, walk away forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't think that you love me anymore, please open up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its hurting me to bits and pieces. I don't feel right this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel well anymore being around you. I wonder if you know how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why can't you try to make things better? Why can't we remain perfect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are obstructions in this relationship. You've cut me deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll see how much more i can endure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ7vF4IkuRg/Tsz-u9QhhSI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/HtdbQ_BIbgc/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B13.42.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ7vF4IkuRg/Tsz-u9QhhSI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/HtdbQ_BIbgc/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B13.42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678193312878658850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5314739019568531268?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5314739019568531268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5314739019568531268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-you-dont-want-me-controlling-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ7vF4IkuRg/Tsz-u9QhhSI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/HtdbQ_BIbgc/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B13.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-3090713039634136623</id><published>2011-11-23T03:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T04:00:39.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of feel weird that somehow, in some ways i am looking forward to your calls and your text messages. I really love it when we are on the phone, you are just so entertaining. They say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aries&lt;/span&gt; are match make in heaven but its just too bad that my heart is taken. Probably if we are meant to see each other again, we would. Thank you for being there for me when my heart is broken. You fix it real good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-3090713039634136623?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3090713039634136623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3090713039634136623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-kind-of-feel-weird-that-somehow-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-3224085796572840506</id><published>2011-11-23T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T02:12:30.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXt9GWW7KXE/TsvlogEfnUI/AAAAAAAAC8A/MbaeWeC_i1M/s1600/388129_10150423159348447_807078446_8494656_856940503_n.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: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXt9GWW7KXE/TsvlogEfnUI/AAAAAAAAC8A/MbaeWeC_i1M/s400/388129_10150423159348447_807078446_8494656_856940503_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677884239196953922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLO HOLIDAYS! GOODBYE SEMESTER 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A BIG HI TO PARTY-ING unless i have to do re-submission. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-3224085796572840506?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3224085796572840506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3224085796572840506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-holidays-goodbye-semester-1-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXt9GWW7KXE/TsvlogEfnUI/AAAAAAAAC8A/MbaeWeC_i1M/s72-c/388129_10150423159348447_807078446_8494656_856940503_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-1872774825256309716</id><published>2011-11-15T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:31:54.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WldEDnMLXtc/TsFNLYvbkMI/AAAAAAAAC70/lxgxwKAaDFU/s1600/IMG_6650.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WldEDnMLXtc/TsFNLYvbkMI/AAAAAAAAC70/lxgxwKAaDFU/s400/IMG_6650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674901863478825154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't really know how hard it is to be coping with this. For the past 2 years, the bond between me and you have been tremendously wonderful. The best one I've ever seen in all of my relationships with other boys. You stand out from all of them like diamond glistening under the faint sunlight. You mean a lot to me and I know I've done a lot of wrong things to make this bond seem more useless to us. I don't want to lose you and neither do I want to mope over this problem over and over again. They say that we will change for the ones we love but because of our huge ego, nothing like this is going to happen. Perhaps its for the better. Like they say, kalau ada jodoh kita akan berjumpa lagi. I cannot bear to see us this way and its affecting me mentally. Its killing me deep inside and no one might be able to understand what I actually want from you. I really hope we can sort this out. I will try my best to convince you. I will wait 365days and will try 365 ways to get back with you. That's all I can promise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-1872774825256309716?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1872774825256309716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1872774825256309716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-dont-really-know-how-hard-it-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WldEDnMLXtc/TsFNLYvbkMI/AAAAAAAAC70/lxgxwKAaDFU/s72-c/IMG_6650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6899260608863535810</id><published>2011-11-11T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:27:19.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eversince our 2 years anniversary, I notice a drastic change in you. Not only in you, in me and even in our relationship. It is seriously on the rocks. I don't get it what's happening with you, me or us but you don't really seem to care not a bit but A LOT. You just don't get it do you? I tahu kita dua busy dengan kerja sekolah tapi tu tak bermaksud yang you langsung tak payah msg ataupun call i. I sedih gila. I call you not once not twice not even thrice but more than ten times. You cakap you pergi makan dengan kawan sekolah you? Takkan you didn't even take a look at your hp? Even when you notice the desperate number of calls i tried to get through you, you fucking just leave a msg not even fucking bothering to call back. Whenever we meet, you get so sleepy and bored. I can even notice it in your eyes that you are sick and tired of me. Bloody hell, we are not even fucking clingy and i don't get it at all. I don't know what I've done wrong or maybe its because you're playing behind my back and because you're with another girl, you refuse to answer my calls. I am fucking clingy with my friends but despite that fact, I WILL STILL NOTICE YOUR CALLS OR TEXT MESSAGES. Even in the middle of any lesson, I will still reply and even pick up a call. It also comes to my attention that I'm the one that is non stop texting you and will always strike a conversation but you? You are no longer interested in knowing what is going on and it hurts me so fucking deep inside because you used to be my boyfriend, bestfriend, brother that I DELIBERATELY SHARE EVERYTHING WITH. Its not funny when I cry about something that you do. I am not a crybaby but i cry whenever I feel that you are totally ignoring me. YOU DON'T REALIZE IT NAS AND I DUNNO WHEN YOU AKAN SEDAR THAT YOU DON'T GIVE ME YOUR BLOODY HELL ATTENTION AT ALL. THIS IS GOING NO WHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6899260608863535810?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6899260608863535810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6899260608863535810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/eversince-our-2-years-anniversary-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2174426932731262281</id><published>2011-11-11T00:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:42:53.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPquxH1-RQs/Trv9-Zy3twI/AAAAAAAAC7o/UhbpzF9rl9U/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.18%2B%25232.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/-aPquxH1-RQs/Trv9-Zy3twI/AAAAAAAAC7o/UhbpzF9rl9U/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.18%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673407404121241346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QostJLb4In4/Trv91vWN45I/AAAAAAAAC7c/VzugHAMp7YY/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-02%2Bat%2B11.41%2B%25232.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QostJLb4In4/Trv91vWN45I/AAAAAAAAC7c/VzugHAMp7YY/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-02%2Bat%2B11.41%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673407255287817106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-ca63jMdJ8/Trv9MOzXxxI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/-4gaNpkhmsM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.18.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-ca63jMdJ8/Trv9MOzXxxI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/-4gaNpkhmsM/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673406542177093394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0l9Trty70NY/Trv82DJb4MI/AAAAAAAAC7E/ShIgRCUtybY/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-07%2Bat%2B19.20.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0l9Trty70NY/Trv82DJb4MI/AAAAAAAAC7E/ShIgRCUtybY/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-07%2Bat%2B19.20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673406161091289282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYc3iJP3r4w/Trv8KeBuTDI/AAAAAAAAC64/eT8tLnwzjxQ/s1600/297623_2203264716099_1081772575_32084250_154426310_n.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYc3iJP3r4w/Trv8KeBuTDI/AAAAAAAAC64/eT8tLnwzjxQ/s400/297623_2203264716099_1081772575_32084250_154426310_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673405412392455218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alot of photobooth pictures thanks to macbook pro! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-2174426932731262281?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2174426932731262281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2174426932731262281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/alot-of-photobooth-pictures-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPquxH1-RQs/Trv9-Zy3twI/AAAAAAAAC7o/UhbpzF9rl9U/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-05%2Bat%2B19.18%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2891460226510760852</id><published>2011-11-11T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:30:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-j0970O64Ino/Trv6sYjfC2I/AAAAAAAAC6s/0p-Xg-CCQLE/s400/308831_2469541741936_1354110804_2799433_223382188_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673403796015745890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FS9fJHRs2QM/Trv5WiJ-Z8I/AAAAAAAAC6U/tzMEXT0OlK4/s1600/296415_2469543941991_1354110804_2799436_1058615927_n.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/-FS9fJHRs2QM/Trv5WiJ-Z8I/AAAAAAAAC6U/tzMEXT0OlK4/s400/296415_2469543941991_1354110804_2799436_1058615927_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673402321124353986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow marks the end of Semester 1 in Lasalle. How time pass real fast these days... I vividly remember how much I dread waking up early for school and the pile of assignments to complete even a lot of deadlines to meet. Oh well, assessment day is on 21st November and after that, I will be free. Going to miss Faye roko, Aishah and not forgetting Rifqi! You guys have been the best. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-2891460226510760852?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2891460226510760852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2891460226510760852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/tomorrow-marks-end-of-semester-1-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0970O64Ino/Trv6sYjfC2I/AAAAAAAAC6s/0p-Xg-CCQLE/s72-c/308831_2469541741936_1354110804_2799433_223382188_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2042240730334483922</id><published>2011-11-01T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:52:24.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h4Ef7lGHx4g/Tq7SG3uqsUI/AAAAAAAAC6E/yD3Ls5JzkpM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-31%2Bat%2B18.10%2B%25233.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/-h4Ef7lGHx4g/Tq7SG3uqsUI/AAAAAAAAC6E/yD3Ls5JzkpM/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-31%2Bat%2B18.10%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669699996386767170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES ZOUK OUT! See you soon xox&lt;/b&gt;o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-2042240730334483922?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2042240730334483922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2042240730334483922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-zouk-out-see-you-soon-xox-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h4Ef7lGHx4g/Tq7SG3uqsUI/AAAAAAAAC6E/yD3Ls5JzkpM/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-31%2Bat%2B18.10%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-1658890352388445652</id><published>2011-10-09T01:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:57:18.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor with powerpuff girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y05bVI8KZqw/TpCLqsQSXdI/AAAAAAAAC5E/-wyp4HUhI1A/s1600/IMG_6404.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y05bVI8KZqw/TpCLqsQSXdI/AAAAAAAAC5E/-wyp4HUhI1A/s400/IMG_6404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661178297154952658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JejeH3VN9HE/TpCK3VfyauI/AAAAAAAAC48/cQIuVe7UKKY/s1600/IMG_6406.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/-JejeH3VN9HE/TpCK3VfyauI/AAAAAAAAC48/cQIuVe7UKKY/s400/IMG_6406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661177414872623842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STWAjb0TCxA/TpCKdarWx7I/AAAAAAAAC40/--zOx8XEvjc/s1600/IMG_6413.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STWAjb0TCxA/TpCKdarWx7I/AAAAAAAAC40/--zOx8XEvjc/s400/IMG_6413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661176969586722738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GOVQIlOyhoY/TpCKJ5MUecI/AAAAAAAAC4s/-G88Xr3LQTM/s1600/IMG_6414.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/-GOVQIlOyhoY/TpCKJ5MUecI/AAAAAAAAC4s/-G88Xr3LQTM/s400/IMG_6414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661176634180663746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTTHoe-5glc/TpCJrroWvXI/AAAAAAAAC4k/uYXX5MOKcLk/s1600/IMG_6416.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTTHoe-5glc/TpCJrroWvXI/AAAAAAAAC4k/uYXX5MOKcLk/s400/IMG_6416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661176115144080754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqz_51zhMbQ/TpCJTdJUFBI/AAAAAAAAC4c/3mAUcw0wjY4/s1600/IMG_6421.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqz_51zhMbQ/TpCJTdJUFBI/AAAAAAAAC4c/3mAUcw0wjY4/s400/IMG_6421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661175698938926098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ice cream that gave Faye Roco sore throat, so sad :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well so far......um yeah i'm trying my very best to update. But this is what I am able to afford for the meantime. I'm really chasing time, everything is passing by too fast. In other words, I am extremely busyyyyyyyyyyy  with school friends boyfriend family and almost everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll blog soon i promise xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-1658890352388445652?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1658890352388445652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1658890352388445652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/10/professor-with-powerpuff-girls.html' title='Professor with powerpuff girls'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y05bVI8KZqw/TpCLqsQSXdI/AAAAAAAAC5E/-wyp4HUhI1A/s72-c/IMG_6404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5160173081112221309</id><published>2011-10-08T01:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T04:00:15.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just expressing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78kTIV5Ktfk/To9AsgOs8LI/AAAAAAAAC4U/XQVC9m_29_0/s1600/IMG_6454.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78kTIV5Ktfk/To9AsgOs8LI/AAAAAAAAC4U/XQVC9m_29_0/s400/IMG_6454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660814389938024626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently we both fought with this 15 year old kid. I think it was very foolish of us indeed to have confronted her with her ANNOYING UGLY mum. Despite all the shouting, screaming, heavy usage of vulgarities from them of course, these cheapskates still failed to understand what we were trying to say -.- So obviously we walked away and they followed us like dog, howling like some mad wolf. I am embarassed with these type of people especially when you are an islam and her mum is already old seriously different from the average mum you see everyday. Their mother is not like the sembahyang type, the very strict type, she acts like a 15year old also.&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;[ Mak dia takde tattoo tapi berbual macam orang hilang akal. Terperanjat aku tengok. Umur dah tua, perangai masih oh my godness, go baca al quran ah please. Aku berterima kasih nan tuhan kerana memberikan aku seorang ibu yang sangat standard and tak merepek macam dia. Dia cakap dia tak akan pihak sesiapa, she is so fucking contradicting. Of course i look down to them, dieorang macam kotoran kat lantai. Serious haha dengan reaction mak dia macam nak explode kiwakkkkk dah gemok macam babi, hais orang singket sentiasa akan cam ni what to do.. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentences like " pukimakkau sundal sial cibai " were very common and when me and nelly laughed at them and spat sarcasm back, they got so crazy that they shouted so loud until some random guy from the second storey told us to shut up! You can actually predict the hectic situation there.&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;[ Feet3 dengan adik dia sekali cakap kita minahrep??? With the way they wear, act and talk, siapa yang minahrep bodoh????? So fucking ironic la. They don't understand basic english and feet3 was like, aku baru 15 masih ada harapan gitu eh? Lol not to criticize normal tech people ah, but you got a longgggggg way to go and wait mak kau leh afford ke expensive fashion sense? Hahaha beg prada dah buruk gila, nak cakap besar. Campak pat kau beg coach aku baru tahu. Muka dah macam nak terberak bila maki, aku jeling pun jadi issue! Haha typicals. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They talked about my religion. When their own dirty mother allows guyssssss to sleepover when its not even her house. Dieorang setakat menumpang.&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;[ Why insert religion into the matter when you cannot even comprehend basic english? You are so stupid that my sec2 brother can blow you with his words. Mak dia dengan makcik dia are darn bullshit idiotic. And makcik dia boleh masuk campur siol panggil kita budak taik and even admit dia educated? CIBAI educated ke hape sia rumah dah kotor, disgusting so ugly ni macam kau banyak duit? Kasi orang tumpang, ewww takde standard dengan terpekik cam gila semua. EWWW. Nasri was so angry that he was lost for words. haha so cute. Not you ah feet3, my boyfriend. Aku tahu tetek kau besar gila sampai londeh semacam haha terjojol kasi lelaki raba. Aku tak jealous okay, aku lebih prefer badan aku camni. Mak kau kan encourage tidur sesama dengan jantan. Ish tak sedar diri. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words can't do much and most certainly they don't kill. Kau cakap nan aku, kau 15 yrs old tak jamin kau takleh success? Who the heck cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Untuk aku, dengan perangai kau macam tak tentu arah macam mak kau juga.... don't go far la, kau dengan group kau boleh gi jahanam, perform pat cc je. Lol what a joke seh wannabe. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They got angry when i spoke rudely to their mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ MAK AKU AJAR AKU, SESIAPA YANG TAKDE LINK NAN KAU AND MAKI KAU, KURANGAJAR JE, TAK KIRA UMUR KE RUPA. Eh sundal kau dah berbual macam perempuan gila, kau expect aku respect mak kau? Mak kau mana nya besar sial? Who the fuck is she? Docter? Lawyer? Buisnesswoman???? Haha, buat aper aku nak berbual baik sia. Korang nya class lebih bawah dari aku, aper sia motive kau suruh aku respect. Haha. My mouth, my rights. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its fun entertaining their craps. Biasa lah baru nak naik kan. Im happy and smiling especially this part when...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sundal: blah blah blah bitch...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Thanks for calling me a bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feet3: You welcome!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: With much pleasure and appreciation!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dieorang terus gila babi bila aku sarcastic and kejar sehhhhhh haha woof woof, im so good that they are running to me for a fight. Kita duduk chill, dieorang terdiri and maki macam orang tak waras. Gila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright this is the last that is coming from my mouth. Its been fun gossiping about them but I had enough. Orang macam ni, waste of my time macam aper makcik dia cakap budak taik and even though how bad my mum is, she will never say im stupid, unlike feet3 mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZJN_87uok8/To8-IXt7rxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/d9QEP_i4trg/s1600/189657_101219179961023_100002188235811_9332_4903453_n.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/-SZJN_87uok8/To8-IXt7rxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/d9QEP_i4trg/s400/189657_101219179961023_100002188235811_9332_4903453_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660811570154549010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku so proud that although kau matair nan dia, kau jalan nan kita, kau side kita and kau ketawa nan kita. Serious hairul, i never expect this coming from you and i thanked you a lot for being so defensive. Love you bro. I hope you will break up with her soon, sorry to say bro, me and nas miss the old you and she's disgusting you deserve BETTER. xoxo&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/3948605607417285010-5160173081112221309?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5160173081112221309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5160173081112221309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-expressing.html' title='Just expressing.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78kTIV5Ktfk/To9AsgOs8LI/AAAAAAAAC4U/XQVC9m_29_0/s72-c/IMG_6454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-4290001964925223289</id><published>2011-09-18T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:11:03.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hp issues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are so darn irritating ah. Of course if I can't get through you, I will definitely call your sister. Do you realise how tiring it is to be calling, dialing, re-calling, waiting for you to bloody hell pick up the phone? If we were fighting, you should have atleast the courtesy to answer after me miss calling you for atleast 20 times. You say you don't like it when we call her, you think i like making use of somebody to get through you. You put yourself in this position la and I'm sick of waiting for your endless calls and messages. It doesn't get through your head does it? Orang cakap satu kali je, ingat ah. Ni aku cakap beribu kali, otak kau macam tak boleh absorb apape. Aku bingit sia tak habis2 nak cari kau macam gila, dengan kau perangai buat bodoh and last2 kau tahu and pandai cakap SORRY? Kalau memang kau sorry, kau tak akan buat lagi, ni tak. MESSAGES AND CALLS pun kau tak realise. Kau marah cause aku asyik msg adik kau kalau kau buat perangai. Abeh kau? BUKAN ADIK AKU JE TAU KAU PICIT, DENGAN MAK AKU TERUS KAU CALL AND MESSAGE, aku tak marah pun? So unfair ahhhh as much as I want to understand that your hp is so called " SPOILT " aku serious terlalu bingit to even understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-4290001964925223289?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4290001964925223289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4290001964925223289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/09/mampus-ah.html' title='Hp issues.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6692401475820686656</id><published>2011-09-18T03:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T03:47:37.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust me, girlfriends are forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653409222801587090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErEFTqueCOE/TnTxvC8Be5I/AAAAAAAAC38/81HGIjlFhis/s400/IMG_6043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that you are in a mess and I cannot bring myself to understand you any further. All I want you to know is that, never ever leave your other girlfriends on the side road just because of one guy. NEVER BABE. If I were to own a bunch of sweet and noctorious girlfriends, I know I will always be around them. I'm just sad that you don't notice how caring your girlfriends is. If they were to hate that certain guy, it would be because he's not treating you right and they want the best for you. Nobody can ever restrict your love life but you must always be cautious of your own limits. If that guy can control you from seeing your girlfriends, the word "fuck you" might just slipped out from my tongue to yours. I bet you miss them as much as they miss you, its not proper for you to jack them by giving false promises. I am not siding anyone but I want you to know what's right and wrong. I know you can see it well but you just cannot perform as well as you think. I'm being overly concerned of your attitude but BOYFRIENDS are never ever forever but girlfriends will stick with you through the dirt. I'm serious babe, I love you like my own sister but please don't go hide yourself just because you cannot show yourself out to reality. I know you can do better than this, I believe you. Your bunch of girlfriends are all precious gems. Those kinds that you can't get in any jewellery store. Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he's that good, he won't stop you from anything good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653409831550433266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gDJrGdR0mg0/TnTySetDt_I/AAAAAAAAC4E/vJUfSKnZGyI/s400/IMG_6050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 1year 11months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're that long together, so now do you believe in us?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6692401475820686656?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6692401475820686656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6692401475820686656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/09/trust-me-girlfriends-are-forever.html' title='Trust me, girlfriends are forever.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErEFTqueCOE/TnTxvC8Be5I/AAAAAAAAC38/81HGIjlFhis/s72-c/IMG_6043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-4847617390820126717</id><published>2011-09-12T19:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:35:00.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, I need to inhale as deeply as my lungs can take me. I feel very utterly drowned in probably the pain of a lifetime. Personally to me, a bestfriend is the one whom will stay with you and have your back no matter how bad things can get. A bestfriend is the one that will tell you nothing but the truth without being asked or pressured to do so. A bestfriend is the person you count on each day, every moment to actually be there for you. I have never pictured my bestfriend or should i say, my ultimate best girlfriend to hide a whole truckload of secrets that will definitely leave me hanging low. TODAY, RIGHT NOW, I've learnt that it is never ever easy to put your trust on just anybody. Even if its the sake of making me feel effortless much more better, you should have never hide anything from me about anything especially about my relationship with ANYONE. First of all, you will make me feel that I am not worth it enough to trust and secondly, you are just playing around with my feelings. Eversince I've started studying in tertiary level, I've been able to view almost everything in the most clear manner. I don't wish to tarnish my name further but I have no idea why you have not really realised what you are actually doing. You have just ripped that 99.9% of trust away from me and i cannot describe any further how terrifying that fucking feels. I don't want to know anymore please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651433426840569490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lD7D3EQCCAQ/Tm3swlaZxpI/AAAAAAAAC30/3m4oZgIOKms/s400/303680_10150274359440666_703745665_8246473_616218_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now Linsa is one hell of a babe that I can trust for all I care now excluding my other bunch of friends. She will tell me anything even though she knows that the truth hurts. Please prove me that not all friends are assholes please. &lt;strong&gt;Meloveloveloveloveloveloveyou muah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-4847617390820126717?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4847617390820126717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4847617390820126717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/09/right-now.html' title='Right now.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lD7D3EQCCAQ/Tm3swlaZxpI/AAAAAAAAC30/3m4oZgIOKms/s72-c/303680_10150274359440666_703745665_8246473_616218_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2985196318252046933</id><published>2011-08-30T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T03:38:52.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQOxTc-21MM/TlvpVUNGVtI/AAAAAAAAC3s/-4WNPiaMUYQ/s1600/uhyh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646363110249223890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQOxTc-21MM/TlvpVUNGVtI/AAAAAAAAC3s/-4WNPiaMUYQ/s400/uhyh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Raya Raya RAYA! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything has been great, with school, friends, family and (V)Nasri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will stay updated here once I'm done with all my projects. Zzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-2985196318252046933?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2985196318252046933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2985196318252046933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya-raya-raya-yay-everything-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQOxTc-21MM/TlvpVUNGVtI/AAAAAAAAC3s/-4WNPiaMUYQ/s72-c/uhyh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2584827728637412956</id><published>2011-08-02T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:37:42.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, so finally my 10 months of break or should i say holiday is over. I've started schooling and still need to adapt with the environment around me :/ Ramadhan is here and so is my period tsk. Nas and me are doing well except for the fact that we bicker non-stop and call each other really mean names hmmph! One of his all time favourite is calling me emo shit which makes no sense at all, i cry because i'm hurt! Its not like i am so weird girl whom likes to emo at a dark corner -.- Haha but we forgive and forget so it doesn't really matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a project tomorrow at east coast park and it sucks so much because I need to get there at 9am in the morning when the sun is shinning so brightly omg. Need to turn in early, happy fasting to all muslims! Lovelove. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-2584827728637412956?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2584827728637412956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2584827728637412956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-so-finally-my-10-months-of-break-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-196886344327654653</id><published>2011-08-01T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T01:28:47.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usktpsFPtuA/TjWQRHFeWnI/AAAAAAAAC2k/RzJyhiEqgyg/s1600/IMG_4767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635569132358228594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usktpsFPtuA/TjWQRHFeWnI/AAAAAAAAC2k/RzJyhiEqgyg/s400/IMG_4767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tada! Yay. Makeoverrrrrrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-196886344327654653?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/196886344327654653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/196886344327654653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/08/tada-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usktpsFPtuA/TjWQRHFeWnI/AAAAAAAAC2k/RzJyhiEqgyg/s72-c/IMG_4767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6450278216029394660</id><published>2011-07-27T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T02:34:53.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mH3yN7pA1lE/Ti7pNZPKpoI/AAAAAAAAC2c/tsuugACHEvY/s1600/IMG_4620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633696600209139330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mH3yN7pA1lE/Ti7pNZPKpoI/AAAAAAAAC2c/tsuugACHEvY/s400/IMG_4620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby i really love you. I'm really sorry. I dunno what's wrong with my temper and I really don't know why you're making it all so hard for me. I really hate to cry and I don't like to be neglected. I really love you please stop making it so hard for me. No one can replace you. Please behave. :/ I hate it when you off your hp and remain un-contactable. I want us to be like last time, not on the rocks please. I'm so sad you know. Please make it up to me. I want to be pampered again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6450278216029394660?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6450278216029394660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6450278216029394660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-i-really-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mH3yN7pA1lE/Ti7pNZPKpoI/AAAAAAAAC2c/tsuugACHEvY/s72-c/IMG_4620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8288197583950128763</id><published>2011-07-17T02:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:54:16.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzVGAJt2YH8/TiHdPvAAB6I/AAAAAAAAC2U/ud4ypQYhUtc/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630024271574075298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzVGAJt2YH8/TiHdPvAAB6I/AAAAAAAAC2U/ud4ypQYhUtc/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Happy one year and nine months Fasri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se-sial kau, se-sial aku, kita tetap cinta okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't really know how we get this far.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All I want to know is that, we will try our best to make this rship work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;xoxo&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/3948605607417285010-8288197583950128763?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8288197583950128763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8288197583950128763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-one-year-and-nine-months-fasri.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzVGAJt2YH8/TiHdPvAAB6I/AAAAAAAAC2U/ud4ypQYhUtc/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8856893319765864145</id><published>2011-07-15T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:55:42.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that I cannot take full position to understand you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that I let you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that you cannot understand my feelings right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that this relationship is on the rocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that I didn't tell you that I wanted to be alone with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that you cannot even update me not knowing how much I cared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that this relationship started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that I walked away when you so called wanted to fetch me on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that you hung up not knowing how that broke my heart into million of pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault feelings are fading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault that we never get to see each other as often as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my fault i am being a sensitive bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it was.... WAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-8856893319765864145?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8856893319765864145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8856893319765864145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-was-my-fault-that-i-cannot-take-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2760794139847688979</id><published>2011-07-14T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:04:29.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jolly well know that you have all the rights in the world to restrict me from doing anything that you don't like. I on the other hand, will have my say in the end. Have I ever run away from home? Have I ever went home late without your permission? Am I even pregnant? Or do i have a tattoo at my butt or anywhere on my body? Did I ever steal your money to take drugs? Have I ever used harsh vulgarities or beat you up? NO. I am mother fucking independant. I WORK FOR MONEY, TO ENJOY WITH MY MONEY. I don't use your money to party. You are being too over protective. Its nature for all mothers to nag and all but I had enough. I know they will all say, " ANAK DARA BLAH BLAH TAK BOLEH MERAYAP BLAHHHHH " I've grown tired of that. Really. I'm 18 and I believe I can take care of myself very well. I hate it when I pick up the phone and having you screaming. It agitates me SO MUCH MUM. I love you but I'm sorry, I know when I should rebel and not. You will make me start lying. No choice. I am not some family oriented person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all can judge me for being so silly to a demanding mother but only Nasri know how horrible and sick I feel right now. I have to bear with the consequences if i have to. Well, shits happens xoxoxo. SUCKS TO BE HOME NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-2760794139847688979?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2760794139847688979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2760794139847688979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/07/mother.html' title='Mother.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-3199836909218615935</id><published>2011-07-11T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T02:42:35.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijOXFP7e0PU/ThnwB4vP_sI/AAAAAAAAC2E/DhIcSXvEjvk/s1600/IMG_4455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627793124577246914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijOXFP7e0PU/ThnwB4vP_sI/AAAAAAAAC2E/DhIcSXvEjvk/s400/IMG_4455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I fall in love with another guy?&lt;br /&gt;What if I get bored of you or we get bored of us?&lt;br /&gt;What if he's better than you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I always throw tantrums at you because all i want to see is him not you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm trapped with you but he's running in my mind 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;What if I make up all the 1001 excuses to you so that I can meet him secretly?&lt;br /&gt;What if he's all that I think of?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love is not strong enough?&lt;br /&gt;What if i keep lying to you everyday?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're not all that?&lt;br /&gt;What if our relationship is on the rocks because of him?&lt;br /&gt;What if I feel bad for him just because I'm spending with you?&lt;br /&gt;What if my heart is playing tricks on me?&lt;br /&gt;What if you find out about us?&lt;br /&gt;What if you know that I'm not that always faithful type?&lt;br /&gt;What if I really choose to lose you rather than him?&lt;br /&gt;What if I get so sick of you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I hurt you everyday but you're still sticking with me because you love me?&lt;br /&gt;What if I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;What if things are not supposed to be this way and its just a test of our relationship?&lt;br /&gt;What if??????? WHAT IF...................&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/3948605607417285010-3199836909218615935?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3199836909218615935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3199836909218615935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-if-i-fall-in-love-with-another-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijOXFP7e0PU/ThnwB4vP_sI/AAAAAAAAC2E/DhIcSXvEjvk/s72-c/IMG_4455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-435975925050880999</id><published>2011-07-08T00:58:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:40:02.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVtSO9HVEZw/ThXwfRyauKI/AAAAAAAAC1s/wU0shEZ_c0Q/s1600/IMG_4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626667729610782882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVtSO9HVEZw/ThXwfRyauKI/AAAAAAAAC1s/wU0shEZ_c0Q/s400/IMG_4255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss looking at this the first thing I enter the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626664852969614658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ajiH6vlmcUc/ThXt31dt7UI/AAAAAAAAC1c/8vPZ2jGdEac/s400/img027.jpg" /&gt;Miss Farah Dilla so much. We shared so much. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626663708711059074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pL9Q9CHKFt4/ThXs1OxN_oI/AAAAAAAAC1U/YIt2-EwmeC0/s400/IMG_4257.JPG" /&gt;Miss this china lady so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626662699775320722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdGw1WNDGTQ/ThXr6gMMYpI/AAAAAAAAC1M/0nKkT1tTMOc/s400/IMG_3777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626665930119413186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hEIpIxCuPU/ThXu2iKPfcI/AAAAAAAAC1k/xKwTdMjdnL0/s400/IMG_4238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nF7PLVTonRk/ThX9DWkS51I/AAAAAAAAC18/aUUREzGyQL8/s1600/IMG_4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626681543508551506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nF7PLVTonRk/ThX9DWkS51I/AAAAAAAAC18/aUUREzGyQL8/s400/IMG_4252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626662213627300930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WVijI6CSODQ/ThXreNJeTEI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Uwjaqnq6tO8/s400/IMG_4247.JPG" /&gt;Nasi Ayam Penyet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626661231464789778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyIWfWAgCiI/ThXqlCTrtxI/AAAAAAAAC08/Dy40Boq27ow/s400/IMG_4243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626660182702992930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BA5YTGN5TJY/ThXpn_XYriI/AAAAAAAAC0s/qop_d5HvUfQ/s400/IMG_4248.JPG" /&gt;My all time favourite during break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since school starts in August, I've decided to quit in July. It was a very crucial moment as I stepped out from the shop on my last day. Nasri claims I'm overreacting but to think that I've been working 6 days in a week and 9 hours each day, its definitely hard to say my last good byes. Although, I must admit that i was also shocked to see them crying for me. I gave them lip smackers and a dreamcatcher keychain as a farewell gift. I was also surprised that they presented me with a butterfly necklace as a reminder to me of them. So sweet. Its been 5 months of working and I really deserve my one month break. But I'll be back in Fjord for sure! My boss has offered me a part time job although they don't hire part timers at all, they are making an exception for me! YAY. By the way, fjord is not pronounced as F-JORD, its pronouns at fi-ord, its a silent J. I'm just saying. I'm going to miss everything at Mbs so much. Sigh xxxx.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-435975925050880999?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/435975925050880999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/435975925050880999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss-looking-at-this-first-thing-i.html' title='Good bye..'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVtSO9HVEZw/ThXwfRyauKI/AAAAAAAAC1s/wU0shEZ_c0Q/s72-c/IMG_4255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-7719877868696628972</id><published>2011-07-06T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:23:09.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38BEXI2QSKY/ThM44BdWhfI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3twM7c6N65E/s1600/hjkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625902894631257586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38BEXI2QSKY/ThM44BdWhfI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3twM7c6N65E/s400/hjkl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm going to start wasting papers by scribbling all my anger on it and crushing it then toss it at the bin. I'm sorry if I've said anything harsh to insult anyone. Guess I was too used to venging my anger on my blog, not anymore now. Really sorry.&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/3948605607417285010-7719877868696628972?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7719877868696628972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7719877868696628972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-going-to-start-wasting-papers-by.html' title='Tsk.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38BEXI2QSKY/ThM44BdWhfI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3twM7c6N65E/s72-c/hjkl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-7834553703812153406</id><published>2011-06-28T01:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T02:33:08.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As cosy as it can get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OonyaVVsO14/TgjE0HqjTTI/AAAAAAAAC0U/8pVkATIcQig/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622960534461828402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OonyaVVsO14/TgjE0HqjTTI/AAAAAAAAC0U/8pVkATIcQig/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally...... beautiful fresh coat of red paint on my bedroom wall. Adding with a brand new air con, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;home sweet home&lt;/span&gt; farah afiqah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-7834553703812153406?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7834553703812153406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7834553703812153406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally.html' title='As cosy as it can get.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OonyaVVsO14/TgjE0HqjTTI/AAAAAAAAC0U/8pVkATIcQig/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8482256489941114170</id><published>2011-05-20T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T17:22:38.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbGPZOy1S9s/TdYw6fv_GiI/AAAAAAAAC0A/VvbiULAs_vc/s1600/fjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608724167449844258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbGPZOy1S9s/TdYw6fv_GiI/AAAAAAAAC0A/VvbiULAs_vc/s400/fjk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gucci &lt;/span&gt;shades and Love myself for passing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BTE&lt;/span&gt; at my first try. Yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-8482256489941114170?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8482256489941114170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8482256489941114170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-my-gucci-shades-and-love-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbGPZOy1S9s/TdYw6fv_GiI/AAAAAAAAC0A/VvbiULAs_vc/s72-c/fjk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2681398034393598687</id><published>2011-05-16T02:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:28:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607019915456071682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ju4w164iNNs/TdAi5-VMyAI/AAAAAAAACzw/BxPlr8xQcgQ/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally bought my first handbag from Coach. Although I'm not really impressed with the design, I'm glad that I've chosen a design that is quite affordable. Four hundred and five for Coach poppy with a hot pink strap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well....I did also fall in love with this brown leather bag but I was really indecisive at that point of time soooo I just decided on what I first laid eyes on. BUT I AM GOING TO GET THAT SIX HUNDRED AND NINE MEDIUM SIZE COACH BAG OMG I REGRET. Mama said she is going to purchase it for me since she know how badly i wanted that design NOW but she'll get it probably around next month. I think I definitely will prefer the brown one to the one I have now but too bad its too late to turn back :/ The pink one looks too ladylike on me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(omg why i&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like this only now??)&lt;/span&gt; maybe I'll use it for raya or for occasions. Urgh wasted....... Its okay, I'll get my hands on that bag soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reason for wanting that leather bag sososo much is because it looks simple, casual and doesn't looks coach but it is. Righhhht.. stop bragging farahhhhhh you'll get it soon. No regrets please. I hate it when I'm behaving like some mental indecisive kid and deciding on an item in a hassle way lastly end up moaning to my motherrr. Luckily my mother has no problems in buying me another bag phewwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, take a Sneak Peek, look below! Its not that fabu but its my first original. Yay! So have you got yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608103541911296226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PX3A3Nj0v2M/TdP8dVc7mOI/AAAAAAAACz4/Ei15XcJJKvY/s400/IMG_3128.JPG" /&gt; tomorrow I am going to take my basic theory evaluation godddddddd hope i pass la yikessss xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MPd7U4LCP4/TdAiW6esWPI/AAAAAAAACzo/qwdoA4K8rbk/s1600/IMG_3199.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-2681398034393598687?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2681398034393598687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2681398034393598687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/05/bragging.html' title='Bragging.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ju4w164iNNs/TdAi5-VMyAI/AAAAAAAACzw/BxPlr8xQcgQ/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-51700818721934203</id><published>2011-05-10T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T02:04:02.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tolerance and endurance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOFEB6myfbM/TcgqxaWjkzI/AAAAAAAACzg/MZTfBN39Kio/s1600/IMG_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604776764638466866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOFEB6myfbM/TcgqxaWjkzI/AAAAAAAACzg/MZTfBN39Kio/s400/IMG_3089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The humid climate is really too much for me. I can even sweat after a cold bathe. I will try my best to stay away from the heat as much as possible. I don't want to get heat stroke or get my skin even darker. I hate days like these when the weather actually cause me to have mood swings all the time. Urgh. It sucks big time. Even the wind blows hot air and its not even cooling! Somebody tell me, where exactly is rain????????&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/3948605607417285010-51700818721934203?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/51700818721934203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/51700818721934203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/05/tolerance-and-endurance.html' title='tolerance and endurance.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOFEB6myfbM/TcgqxaWjkzI/AAAAAAAACzg/MZTfBN39Kio/s72-c/IMG_3089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-3442908517095775265</id><published>2011-05-01T02:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T03:03:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-_arIG5Tgg/TbxX2A1mUiI/AAAAAAAACzY/2pxHQRkHmfE/s1600/IMG_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601448621991416354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-_arIG5Tgg/TbxX2A1mUiI/AAAAAAAACzY/2pxHQRkHmfE/s400/IMG_2754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to have loads of colourful cereal on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt;. I prefer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yami&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; than the ice cream at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twg&lt;/span&gt;. Not because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twg&lt;/span&gt; ice cream is more expensive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; i don't care about the price whenever i am talking about food. Its mostly because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twg&lt;/span&gt; ice cream taste more like tea tea TEA. Well what a dork i can be, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twg&lt;/span&gt; is known for having the finest tea in the world even the fries there taste like green tea &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;. Black tea ice cream looks like chocolate but god the flavour is so thick and does not give me a long lasting pleasure. My favourite ice cream flavour in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twg&lt;/span&gt; is napoleon tea. It taste somehow like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tarik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; with nuts. Yum yum. But I can't deny that the caramel macaroons there are the finest delicacies I've ever taste. The macaroons literally melt on my tongue, it looks like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oreo&lt;/span&gt; though. You guys should really try it. I get it for free sometimes since I'm a tenant there besides my shop is just located next to their restaurant lol that explains why I am very good friends with their managers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btVFlgDpR6I/TbxXa5XfPiI/AAAAAAAACzQ/FSOdAglrZ6s/s1600/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601448156129607202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btVFlgDpR6I/TbxXa5XfPiI/AAAAAAAACzQ/FSOdAglrZ6s/s400/IMG_2783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yqyJXA_gKQ/TbxWrSHoa6I/AAAAAAAACzI/XIHy3CRs2lI/s1600/IMG_2788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601447338140265378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yqyJXA_gKQ/TbxWrSHoa6I/AAAAAAAACzI/XIHy3CRs2lI/s400/IMG_2788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend please come back soon i so sunyi you knowwww. You takde i macam kehilangan aper entah. xxxxxxxxxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-3442908517095775265?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3442908517095775265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3442908517095775265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-to-have-loads-of-cereal-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-_arIG5Tgg/TbxX2A1mUiI/AAAAAAAACzY/2pxHQRkHmfE/s72-c/IMG_2754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-4779774036207114246</id><published>2011-04-28T02:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T02:53:45.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYnBrsFZpc4/TbhcMh9FqqI/AAAAAAAACzA/VpZ_wmJFug0/s1600/IMG_2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600327506977991330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYnBrsFZpc4/TbhcMh9FqqI/AAAAAAAACzA/VpZ_wmJFug0/s400/IMG_2633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi! So finally tomorrow is my off day and that means I can turn in late and even wake up at anytime I intend to. This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;full time&lt;/span&gt; job has been filling up at least three quarters of my life. Its so tiring having to do sales everyday and its tough because what I am selling is stainless steel jewellery. Its different from working in the retail line or watsons. Bleargh. I really need to quit this job soon so that I will have enough time for my family and friends before school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway Nasri's payday is today and that means I will have a special treat today! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay! &lt;/span&gt;He's the only guy that seems to get me smiling from ear to ear. Love him like crazy. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;salary&lt;/span&gt; is coming soon too. I have so many plans yet so little time to spare. This time round, I promised myself not to splurge too much because I need the money for my BBDC account too. Its not that my parents are not agreeing to spare cash for me but I think its better for me to use my own money to get my liciense so that I will work hard at every theory and practical test and not waste by failing. The satisfaction will somehow be there. Somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother's day is around the corner and I plan to get a very special gift for my mother. I am still gathering ideas though. My mother can be quite choosy at times. I think I'll just get for her gold plated earrings and maybe take a visit to Mango. Hmm.. Nelly is turning 17 this May 30th. I should give her a birthday treat real soon. She's been one of my most faithful girlfriends that I have. She deserves the best treat from me. Those girls whom betrayed me are a disgrace. I've wasted my time on people that don't appreciate me at all. I also hope Nelly does well for her N's and not fall asleep in the middle of the paper. Yikessss falling asleep is what she is best capable of doing. O mi god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh ya and today as I was on the way to work, I spilled mango juice in my tote bag. I totally forgot to screw the stupid bottle cap back on. The juice not only wet my bag but my jeans and slippers were wet too. It made my palms and everywhere sticky. Eww I can be so careless at times. I had a very terrible journey to Marina Bay today. Almost everyone was watching juice dripping from my bag. Gosh. Luckily I had my shades on. Lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats all for now.&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/3948605607417285010-4779774036207114246?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4779774036207114246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4779774036207114246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-so-finally-tomorrow-is-my-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYnBrsFZpc4/TbhcMh9FqqI/AAAAAAAACzA/VpZ_wmJFug0/s72-c/IMG_2633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-550199373374434648</id><published>2011-04-21T01:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T02:44:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30-W6BUjCOQ/Ta8Wwg9jx1I/AAAAAAAACy4/hpRjG5w0tzg/s1600/ffggd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597717884582479698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30-W6BUjCOQ/Ta8Wwg9jx1I/AAAAAAAACy4/hpRjG5w0tzg/s400/ffggd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I really cannot understand the reason why true friends have to end up betraying me. So maybe it was not obvious that she was one hell of a hypocrite, the kind that wears different kind of masks each day. Her abnormal behaviour at this kind of age just tells me that she has terrible upbringing. I'm criticising her on my own accord and I don't give a damn to what she has to say in order to defend her rights. At the end of the day, she will be the one named hypocrite not me. So she not only betrayed me but a couple of my friends too. Like what do you get by going behind our backs and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;story tell&lt;/span&gt; our problems? It is definitely normal to gossip but there should be a certain limit especially when we used to be true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not even shocked that you've deleted us from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt; and eventually asked the other friends of yours to delete us too. Go on, delete or block or whatever you do to avoid me. Its totally cool with me losing a friend like you because there are thousands species like you in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;karang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;guni&lt;/span&gt; basket. Its totally fine with me. But when you asked your bf to post a comment about my past on how I betrayed my bf and such.. What the hell. You think I'm the kind of girl that keeps my secrets from my bf? Yes I admit to doing all those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; acts before but I've confessed everything to my bf and I DON'T NEED YOU TO ELABORATE ABOUT MY PAST TO THE WORLD so that I can be compared to you as a cheapskate. You act all decent, patient and faithful to your bf. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, ya you're only sticking to your bf because he's the most good looking you are CAPABLE OF GETTING YOUR HANDS ON. I believe he's sticking to you because he psychotic. Its ridiculous how you interfere my relationship into our issue. My bf have forgiven me whole-heartedly and he doesn't really mind. The reason is, everyone makes mistakes and deserve chances. You have no say in whatever I did before, my past is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still have the guts to say that i'm 18 but my brain is dead? Looks who's the one that is stuck in your secondary school uniform at the age of 18? You act so rich boasting about buying volcom and ripcurl items and more but you cannot even afford a $1000 fine? Then you boast about how magnificent your bf is when you are in his cage? You tell all your friends not to mix with us so that they can only be YOUR FRIENDS and if they don't stay away from us, you will call them two-face bitches? You are not even the boss of them. You copy people's status and make it into your originality so people will think that your english is so high end NOT. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh. I'll stop being childish and take things easy. Besides, you're not worth my time. G2G need to sleep early, I have to head to BBDC tomorrow then hang out with bf and a couple of friends. Teehee. Nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-550199373374434648?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/550199373374434648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/550199373374434648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/04/at-times-i-really-cannot-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30-W6BUjCOQ/Ta8Wwg9jx1I/AAAAAAAACy4/hpRjG5w0tzg/s72-c/ffggd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6034298408365452279</id><published>2011-04-18T00:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T01:42:21.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First and foremost, I am absolutely proud that Nasri has been my boyfriend for 1 and a half year already. Next target, we'll be aiming for 2 years. Well, its better to dream than to hope right? Whatever it is, I want him to know how grateful I am to have him as mine. Let us go through everything with a willing heart together. No one can determine what comes next. I love you with all my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, I have an issue with myself. I have really grown. Maybe its not that obvious to a lot of people but for the fact that I've gained weight, I am totally speechless. Recently, I bought two pair of shorts from FOURSKIN. As per normal, I can only fit in size XS or S but amazingly, I have to search for the M size. Omg and size M feels quite tight already for me. Well maybe its because of the quality and material but how the heck do you explain when I cannot even fit in my old jeans or my denizen boot cut pants. Omg adding to that, I have a bulging tummy and I can feel fats everywhere already. Even my bf find my fats irresistable leading him to leave bite marks on my arms or cheeks. But I still look thin or maybe I'm just overreacting. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skipping all that, I would love to wish all my classmates the best in their new schools. My semester is only starting in August which is quite far far away but it gives me more time to get my driving liciense as soon as possible. I have no confidence in driving but I have faith that I can. If its possible, I would love to clear everything that has got to do with theory before paying for my PDL. I am currently also trying to cope with my long working hours too. Its terrible. My schedule is pathetic. My schedule gives me no space at all. Ugh, thinking of quitting but afraid that my life would get bored over again. Zzzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm also in deep thoughts now. I need to get a handbag. Still indecisive whether it should be Prada, Coach or Chanel? All so pretty and my mum is bugging me so much that its so hard to make my choice. Urgh. Alright I gtg because my notebook is causing problems again. Supposingly I was planning to use my laptop but since baba has amazed me with this incredible cute netbook, life has been so much easier. Lol what crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6034298408365452279?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6034298408365452279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6034298408365452279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-and-foremost-i-am-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-7093731578775942762</id><published>2011-04-15T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T01:57:16.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zYaTM5qMVw/Tac0hTwDgFI/AAAAAAAACyw/H6lUdBjV-VY/s1600/IMG_2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595498808873287762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zYaTM5qMVw/Tac0hTwDgFI/AAAAAAAACyw/H6lUdBjV-VY/s400/IMG_2017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am desperate for more time to blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-7093731578775942762?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7093731578775942762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7093731578775942762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-desperate-for-more-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zYaTM5qMVw/Tac0hTwDgFI/AAAAAAAACyw/H6lUdBjV-VY/s72-c/IMG_2017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5505228477473163431</id><published>2011-04-01T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:32:37.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRZeoJW-N7c/TZXuqbSPCrI/AAAAAAAACyo/Mh6HW9HEPs4/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 421px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590636925096495794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRZeoJW-N7c/TZXuqbSPCrI/AAAAAAAACyo/Mh6HW9HEPs4/s400/page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annoying orange(rayne)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so cute awwwwwwww. Now I can't wait to really grow up and have a baby of my own. Omgxzxz. So freaking adorable. But all this, can wait. (: I must have the time of my life first because i'm turing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in 48hours. How great is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5505228477473163431?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5505228477473163431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5505228477473163431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/04/annoying-orange-so-cute-awwwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRZeoJW-N7c/TZXuqbSPCrI/AAAAAAAACyo/Mh6HW9HEPs4/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-356749808964728495</id><published>2011-04-01T22:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:09:46.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saTYvM6sTu8/TZXp0zlueZI/AAAAAAAACyg/QaRbBhSbX4I/s1600/IMG_2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590631605861251474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saTYvM6sTu8/TZXp0zlueZI/AAAAAAAACyg/QaRbBhSbX4I/s400/IMG_2070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5q-AHnOMzg/TZXgEiZqI1I/AAAAAAAACyY/tNtyn783lz0/s1600/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIC1oyylW9E/TZXfrYer0PI/AAAAAAAACyQ/dLW5dcAXN4s/s1600/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm like a damsel in distress. I am not going to admit that I am truly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;filial&lt;/span&gt; to Nasri. Not every girl will stay true forever. It seems that I have misused the trust given to me, not realising how much power he has to actually leave me hanging. I know that I am ultimately flirty but I just can't help it. Still, one thing for sure, I am aware that I truly love him and no one else can replace him. Half of the time, I am unsure of what I am doing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Curiosity&lt;/span&gt; leads me to take advantage of him. Sigh. To confess something, is not always easy. Confessions of what I have done behind him, brings me to the edge of the tallest mountain ready to plunge into the whirlpool of mishaps. I am not really good at keeping secrets especially keeping from the one that I really love. I will start feeling guilty after a while, leading to finally telling all the lies I've created that not only betrayed our love but destroyed us. I've deceived you. No doubt is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nasri&lt;/span&gt; one hell of a perfect boyfriend. He loves, cares, understands and fulfills almost every &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; thing that I expect from a close to perfect boyfriend. He means the world and my love for him is everlasting. I am so sorry for creating more tension between us. Yesterday I felt too guilty to be lying to such a wonderful person until I let those mischievous secrets slip out from my tongue. I felt much better after telling but I never knew how much it affected him as a human. I am utterly upset with myself. I am to be blamed for putting our relationship on the rocks and i am the cause of a betrayed relationship. I cried, I apologised, I promise, Im sorry boyfriend please I will change. He put aside all the unpleasant lies and gave me a chance. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chance too many, a chance that takes a lot of effort to give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry sweetheart. Control me for all you want, I promise to start being loyal to you. You are so forgiving and the best ever. I'll make it all up to you. I love you. &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/3948605607417285010-356749808964728495?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/356749808964728495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/356749808964728495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-like-damsel-in-distress.html' title='Truly Sorry.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saTYvM6sTu8/TZXp0zlueZI/AAAAAAAACyg/QaRbBhSbX4I/s72-c/IMG_2070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-83353697023985301</id><published>2011-03-23T01:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:42:16.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terlalu Cinta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRJHFVY9hRM/TYjZ-2s5-hI/AAAAAAAACyI/SocRglRDvx4/s1600/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586955011612080658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRJHFVY9hRM/TYjZ-2s5-hI/AAAAAAAACyI/SocRglRDvx4/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously I stay more updated on Facebook and not always have time to brag about my life on my blog. To cut it short, I will only blog when I feel like it. So since school is starting in August... I still have 5 months of holiday to go through. I've been spending every second and minute of my holidays wisely and have actually enjoyed every bit of it. You should probably know that I am turning &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; soon and there is just so much for me to do! You bet I want to quickly enrol myself in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BBDC&lt;/span&gt;, you bet I want to go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;non-underage clubs&lt;/span&gt;, you bet I want to buy ciggarettes legally! So exciting! Yippee~ I've been spending a lot of time with my bf too. Its not that I prioritise my bf than my other friends but we have such great chemistry thats why my time is always spent with him. How I really wish i can storytell everything here but the clock is ticking and I am opening the shop tomorrow and I don't want to be late....what a bother. I still hope for a transfer, Marina Bay Sands is like so so so far away. Its at the end of the red line! I really hope that I'll have time to update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Oh yeah on our happy17, we decided to attend the event at Zirca. I assumed it to be pathetic since its only two of us whom had intentions of going Zirca whereas everyone wanted to head to Azzura but everything turned out perfectly awesome [: I found out that its okay to club without a clique, its not boring at all. Thanks b, you're the bestxxxzs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCbu9WyRuXY/TYjZ2-kUN3I/AAAAAAAACyA/D_TdkWbxpEs/s1600/IMG_1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586954876284581746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCbu9WyRuXY/TYjZ2-kUN3I/AAAAAAAACyA/D_TdkWbxpEs/s400/IMG_1834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvj0XIE4BbI/TYjZeB012fI/AAAAAAAACx4/mPUpL01pYzs/s1600/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586954447662471666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qvj0XIE4BbI/TYjZeB012fI/AAAAAAAACx4/mPUpL01pYzs/s400/IMG_1806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfxihr6gN6o/TYjZKxAUtOI/AAAAAAAACxw/V915_m5tJro/s1600/IMG_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586954116729713890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfxihr6gN6o/TYjZKxAUtOI/AAAAAAAACxw/V915_m5tJro/s400/IMG_1887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-XTH7NqGkg/TYjZDGSGzBI/AAAAAAAACxo/fMnQqij_6p4/s1600/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586953985002490898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-XTH7NqGkg/TYjZDGSGzBI/AAAAAAAACxo/fMnQqij_6p4/s400/IMG_1884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2zEQdiRYHs/TYjY4qG_CBI/AAAAAAAACxg/KJiwDN3PgX8/s1600/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586953805640960018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2zEQdiRYHs/TYjY4qG_CBI/AAAAAAAACxg/KJiwDN3PgX8/s400/IMG_1865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-83353697023985301?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/83353697023985301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/83353697023985301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/03/terlalu-cinta.html' title='Terlalu Cinta.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRJHFVY9hRM/TYjZ-2s5-hI/AAAAAAAACyI/SocRglRDvx4/s72-c/IMG_1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6492203395264152080</id><published>2011-03-17T01:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T02:35:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFIXRl3SFFY/TYD622CSQoI/AAAAAAAACxY/2_0nAn63p1E/s1600/IMG_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584739358064394882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFIXRl3SFFY/TYD622CSQoI/AAAAAAAACxY/2_0nAn63p1E/s400/IMG_1313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAmqlr5GmKw/TYD6lQ1lNFI/AAAAAAAACxQ/5OvJU83nGJM/s1600/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584739056021222482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAmqlr5GmKw/TYD6lQ1lNFI/AAAAAAAACxQ/5OvJU83nGJM/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Vh01uEmko/TYD6eybTzOI/AAAAAAAACxI/7a55Kw9ICak/s1600/IMG_1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584738944778751202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Vh01uEmko/TYD6eybTzOI/AAAAAAAACxI/7a55Kw9ICak/s400/IMG_1315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today is the &lt;strong&gt;17TH OF MARCH&lt;/strong&gt; which marks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FARANASRI'S&lt;/span&gt; HAPPY 17 MONTHS&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This only comes once and after which will be happy 17 years! HA HA Well..hopefully if we stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout my entire life, this relationship has been the best because I have definitely learnt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; just by being with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;you, Nasri&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not being superficial. Its really true. Nasri has brought me to the right path and never failed to be supportive of me. He yearns to see me everyday and never did I catch him messing around with a girl behind my back. Surprising as it may seem but he is definitely one heck of a faithful person. He stays so true and dedicated to me until I will NEVER EVER have the heart to leave him no matter how mad I am. My boyfriend does not have everything I want but he has a good heart. I am so lucky to get him. For once, I can say this to myself, " &lt;strong&gt;He is a good catch&lt;/strong&gt;. " Seriously........ He cares so much, he's so responsible, independant and more. These are some of the qualities that I want my boyfriend to have. He is the perfect one for me, for now but I really would want to hold on to him for as long as I can. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nasri, thank you so much for making our relationship a memorable one. Thank you for always making me laugh and bringing a smile to my face. Thank you for always being by my side. Thank you for pampering me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for the care and concern you've shown. OMG THIS CAN GO ON FOREVER.. Thank you for listing out all the possibilities so that I can always have a clear mindset. Thank you for being so cute. Thank you for the hugs and kisses. Thank you for...........everything. Everything b. Because you are worth more than a gem, you are worth everything I've been waiting for. Sorry if my words are sort of harsh at times but you should know that no matter what, you are still the best I've ever had.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Betul you cakap, susah senang kita bersama. Kena banyak give in and cry. Omg b :/ Love you so much sweetheart. Luckily its my off day today, let's spend quality time together. See you soon b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6492203395264152080?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6492203395264152080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6492203395264152080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-you.html' title='WHY YOU?'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFIXRl3SFFY/TYD622CSQoI/AAAAAAAACxY/2_0nAn63p1E/s72-c/IMG_1313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8430933512604044042</id><published>2011-03-10T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:34:03.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am extremely delighted. B fetch me from work today and we head to Marina Square where I went crazy at the accessories at Diva and cannot resist my temptations to buy a pair of Vans shoes. My red Vans shoes is so pretty and cute. Its lucky that the smallest size happened to be the perfect fit for my foot. Wanted to have dinner at Pizzahut but it was utterly crowded and it seems that we need to wait for ages to get our pizza so we had macspicsy at Macdonalds instead. Whatever it is, i am so so so happy to be spending a few quality hours with b. Didn't snap any pictures because both of us were feeling so lethargic. We even fell asleep on 190! Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow. B's coming over my place in the morning to have breakfast and we will both head for work together since our shifts are almost similar despite the fact that he's working at Sentosa and I am working at Mbs. Till here, good night.&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/3948605607417285010-8430933512604044042?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8430933512604044042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8430933512604044042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-extremely-delighted.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2784534585850320882</id><published>2011-03-09T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T02:05:56.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a long time eversince me and my boyfriend spend quality time together. Hopefully when I end work later, we'll have the best of the best time together. It thrills me whenever he's happy. B just got his hair cut. I think it looks outrageously cute on him. Probably I'll take a few snapshots of him later. I need to turn in early right now, i'm having breakfast with b before work and HOPEFULLY after work, we will meet. Need to have a good rest. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Muacks.&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/3948605607417285010-2784534585850320882?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2784534585850320882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2784534585850320882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-by-me.html' title='Baby by me'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8524336655310133044</id><published>2011-03-08T01:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:54:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpAeLCY3Tik/TXUTodUKGXI/AAAAAAAACxA/q4S2b33TQTk/s1600/efeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581388898980469106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpAeLCY3Tik/TXUTodUKGXI/AAAAAAAACxA/q4S2b33TQTk/s400/efeff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My beloved grandmother is diagnosed with aggressive cancer :'((((((((((((((......( crying..... ) Aggressive in terms of.... the tumour can be found everywhere in the body and will spread fast, VERY FAST TOO FAST :'( my grandmother has " tumours " in her brain, breast, bones, virgina, stomach, shoulder.... ya allah ya tuhan ku...... :'(((((((((((((((((((((( i cannot believe this and my nenek is already at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGE 4 WHICH IS THE ADVANCE STAGE WHICH MEANS SHE'S LEFT WITH ONE MONTH TO LIVE. EVEN CHEMOTHERAPY WILL NOT CREATE A FUCKING MIRACLE.&lt;/span&gt; Astaghfiruaallah... ya allah..... aku tak percaya aku tak percaya aku tak percaya! Ya allah subahan allah ya allah........aku kena banyak istighfar dan redah. She's the only grandmother i am left with and i wanted her to live till the day i get married. i am her first precious cucu and she's the greatest person i've met so far, she means so much to me! why are you being so unfair to such a good person??? i cannot bear to see her suffer :'( she even read yassin for herself to prepare for death????? ya allah..............i cannot accept the fact and what the fuck are the docters doing sial. they cannot even detect the tumours during stage one?????????? how am i suppose to make her feel better? kalau aku kehilangan nenek aku..... confirm aku akan break down and lose myself in my tears. Please don't make me believe that she's only left with a month docter, you can kiss my ass because you're fucking useless. astaghfiruaallah no no no this is all takdir. aku nak jadi gila ni sekarang no one knows how i try to hide my feelings. this problem merobek jantung aku sampai aku yang rasa aku nak mati. nenek i love you so much. please don't leave too soon. i still need your kisses and sambal goreng :( ya allah kau panjangkan lah umur nenek aku ya allah ya tuhan ku tolong lah kuatkan semangat nenek aku ya allah kesian kan lah dia ya allah maafkan la dosa dia ya allah....... :'(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( sayu nya hati aku ni... so hard to breathe when i'm crying too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If nenek aku pergi. Aku akan nangis melalak gila babi and will take months to recover from being mentally disturbed by her death. She used to be so active and noisy but now, there's just this silence. I cannot imagine being in her state, when you know you can die, anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Astaghfiruallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-8524336655310133044?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8524336655310133044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8524336655310133044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-beloved-grandmother-is-diagnosed.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpAeLCY3Tik/TXUTodUKGXI/AAAAAAAACxA/q4S2b33TQTk/s72-c/efeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-7380569642748416486</id><published>2011-03-06T02:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T02:45:33.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Sampan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDTwezOvM-g/TXKBWxHtf8I/AAAAAAAACw4/SzlT4A1jV54/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580665116408250306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDTwezOvM-g/TXKBWxHtf8I/AAAAAAAACw4/SzlT4A1jV54/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; To you. I know how things are especially hard on you now. I want you to know that you are not alone. I hope that your day gets better with my presence. I hope everything goes well for you. I hope that I am able to cheer you up in your gloomiest days. I wish you would cheer up and look on the brightside that she's not worth your time. Its okay not to let go now but just don't mope on it too much. Don't be dreadful because i will feel horrible and terrible for not being able to put a smile on your face. I love to see you smile, laugh and even create nonsensical jokes hoping that I will burst out laughing like a mad jack. I miss the times when you flirt with me. Truth is, I just miss you. I really hope that she won't hurt you until you go cuckoo and forget what's important in life and go to Botanic to emo instead. Please don't. For the time being, I hope you are surrounded with your friends and family so that you might atleast get your mind off these kind of stupid problems. I know I will always be here for you. Misses and much kisses xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-7380569642748416486?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7380569642748416486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7380569642748416486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/03/mr-sampan.html' title='Mr Sampan.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDTwezOvM-g/TXKBWxHtf8I/AAAAAAAACw4/SzlT4A1jV54/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-2834012863425549100</id><published>2011-03-04T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:28:31.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p5yWDTy5gA/TW_PUdxAk9I/AAAAAAAACww/hq7XTOiIJC4/s1600/IMG_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579906413829854162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p5yWDTy5gA/TW_PUdxAk9I/AAAAAAAACww/hq7XTOiIJC4/s400/IMG_1602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I could be the best you've ever met and you would miss the chance of a lifetime if you don't play hard to get. " This sentence just happened to come across my mind.&lt;/em&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/3948605607417285010-2834012863425549100?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2834012863425549100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/2834012863425549100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-could-be-best-youve-ever-met-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p5yWDTy5gA/TW_PUdxAk9I/AAAAAAAACww/hq7XTOiIJC4/s72-c/IMG_1602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6512970930092696475</id><published>2011-03-04T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:12:23.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3ZerNZd04w/TW_CKzmov0I/AAAAAAAACwg/XeFKN8IteiI/s1600/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579891954242076482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3ZerNZd04w/TW_CKzmov0I/AAAAAAAACwg/XeFKN8IteiI/s400/IMG_1607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi. Its been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;odd fully&lt;/span&gt; long. I know. Last month, I was complaining 24/7 about how dreadful my life was and now its totally the opposite. I've got a job at Marina Bay Sands. NO! Not as a waitress but as a.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; i don't know if i should call myself a promoter or sales assistant but I'm working in this shop named Fjord and its selling stainless steel jewellery. Actually I applied for part time but they put me as full time without any warning. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; this job is a risk for me at first because I have never had any experience promoting things especially when it comes to jewellery. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; but nevertheless, my sales for 2 weeks was almost $700! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, i think once i get used to it, it'll be easier to convince customers to buy. Besides that i get to cuci mata at Mr Mbs which is freaking cool. Mr Mbs workplace is a minute walk from mine. Ahaha. He always makes me smile in the gloomiest day of all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, I've actually come to a decision to enroll myself in Lasalle College of the Arts. I was selected and that should be a priviledge so why should I reject? Besides, I want a shorter route in getting a diploma for myself. My first semester starts in August so that means i still have like 6 months of holiday to go. Omg. I am certainly and most definitely am going to make every second worthwhile. I've been spending my freetime drinking, slacking, eating and soon, i will be able to club freely. I am turning 18 in like about a month! This is tremendously exciting! I have so much planned for myself. I deserve every right to smile today. Thank you god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6512970930092696475?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6512970930092696475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6512970930092696475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3ZerNZd04w/TW_CKzmov0I/AAAAAAAACwg/XeFKN8IteiI/s72-c/IMG_1607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5481669970354801846</id><published>2011-02-07T23:56:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T02:54:11.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAkoI8espI/AAAAAAAACwQ/BSbduc2rW7Q/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570993011071824530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAkoI8espI/AAAAAAAACwQ/BSbduc2rW7Q/s400/IMG_0701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi. So basically, I am enjoying life so much now. Sleeping late, waking up late, going out without having to worry about homeworks and etc. Life's been a breeze for me. There is not even a need to work, I get cash from parents so that makes me more dependable on them than myself. Super super fun. I could do this forever. But no....it gets too bored at times... Especially when my mum has started working and no one is home most of the time. Zzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now for the updates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAjObDCxOI/AAAAAAAACwI/OOVBZVzXZF0/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday was spent with my boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570990988256509346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAiyZXufaI/AAAAAAAACwA/Edgrwr4F2cE/s400/IMG_0997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570985698749778258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAd-gbDCVI/AAAAAAAACvw/2NyUy3rAtq4/s400/IMG_0948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570985493913272882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAdylWOAjI/AAAAAAAACvo/8oZ2REZ9t_M/s400/IMG_0924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570985237673942530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAdjqyAHgI/AAAAAAAACvg/0iGrEVJtk-8/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570985001095764130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAdV5dXmKI/AAAAAAAACvY/56bL1cvX61s/s400/IMG_0990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570984779128360594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAdI-kNzpI/AAAAAAAACvQ/jDC2Y7nhyHg/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570984210489668802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAcn4OL9MI/AAAAAAAACvA/o3Fx_6WYU9s/s400/IMG_1074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570989342961497602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAhSoK09gI/AAAAAAAACv4/u8NWn6as0VY/s400/IMG_1112.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAcN20gGHI/AAAAAAAACu4/IzTo0R3Dqio/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570983763436902514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAcN20gGHI/AAAAAAAACu4/IzTo0R3Dqio/s400/IMG_1093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And Saturday was spent with my girls. Awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981350412982690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAaBZmxGaI/AAAAAAAACuo/CScsu9VmTJk/s400/IMG_0727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570982033223552146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAapJRfjJI/AAAAAAAACuw/kDKWbOiH7ow/s400/IMG_0716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAYwy54iHI/AAAAAAAACug/dLdNmjcwFRA/s1600/180948_155150161206544_100001346845489_269485_3408624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570979965634644082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAYwy54iHI/AAAAAAAACug/dLdNmjcwFRA/s400/180948_155150161206544_100001346845489_269485_3408624_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAXeUXrpjI/AAAAAAAACuY/nZd8LMyYFxY/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570978548688856626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAXeUXrpjI/AAAAAAAACuY/nZd8LMyYFxY/s400/IMG_0750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I only select some random pictures to upload since I'm too lazy to wait for all the uploading to be done. So anyway, Valentine's around the corner and I've yet to get something special for my bf. I was thinking of beachwear shorts from quiksilver? volcom? ripcurl? billabong? Well, we'll see. I expect something nice in return too! Hahahaha. And after valentine's, three days later will be Fasri's 1yr 4month and a month plus after that will be when I turn 18! Woah. Happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;K nights y'all. I want to watch Victorious on Youtube. I keep missing the episodes on Disney Channel, so need to catch up since I have the time of my life k bye bleargh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5481669970354801846?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5481669970354801846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5481669970354801846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TVAkoI8espI/AAAAAAAACwQ/BSbduc2rW7Q/s72-c/IMG_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-4994562681666179436</id><published>2011-02-03T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:12:20.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TUmOyYFAJ4I/AAAAAAAACuQ/D8KwVVAQL9A/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569139410328364930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TUmOyYFAJ4I/AAAAAAAACuQ/D8KwVVAQL9A/s400/IMG_0650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have like so much to update you readers on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even know where to start. But I do not even want to start because I'm too lazy to storytell everything. Bleargh. Obviously, I don't have a job but I'm still not broke yet because my mother and father gives me money like everyday so for now, i'm not going to get tensed up just to find a job for my daily income. k bye. Sorry for not blogging. I'm lazy.....Stupid mixed feelings. Don't wait for my updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-4994562681666179436?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4994562681666179436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4994562681666179436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-like-so-much-to-update-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TUmOyYFAJ4I/AAAAAAAACuQ/D8KwVVAQL9A/s72-c/IMG_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-421907552490819122</id><published>2011-01-21T03:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T04:06:26.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RTT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTiSbf88kvI/AAAAAAAACuE/BX3x0pYNd7Q/s1600/Say%2BFly369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564358340747498226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTiSbf88kvI/AAAAAAAACuE/BX3x0pYNd7Q/s400/Say%2BFly369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sayang&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pegang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kertas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; eh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;? Oh wait, what a question. Its his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBDC&lt;/span&gt; results slip indicating that he has passed his Riding Theory Test and need not sit for any theory test anymore! Oh my god. I could have fainted while waiting for him to complete the test. I mean when it comes to my bf, i know he's the type that cannot deal with reading and memorising. He just finds it tough and he's plain lazy. Oh well, its over anyway. A few more practicals and then he has to go through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Insya'allah&lt;/span&gt; b4 my birthday, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nasri&lt;/span&gt; can achieved his dream of owning his own motorbike &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; using mostly his money. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hopefully everything will run smoothly. Love you b, congratulations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Told you I had faith in you that you will pass ^^&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/3948605607417285010-421907552490819122?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/421907552490819122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/421907552490819122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/rtt.html' title='RTT.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTiSbf88kvI/AAAAAAAACuE/BX3x0pYNd7Q/s72-c/Say%2BFly369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-3942123842448428240</id><published>2011-01-18T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:26:30.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a job, any job to fill up my worthless time at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What worthless time? It is when I sleep late, wake up late, bathe late and as a result, going out and coming back home late. This is all wasting my precious time. Boredom is killing me, waiting for school results is torturing me. Everything is such a waste of time! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ugh&lt;/span&gt;, its terrible. Everyday I am trying so hard to make my day better but its not working because I will spend my time, smoking, slacking, eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fast food&lt;/span&gt;, reading novels and............. What is my point again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; understand how some school-less people endure this. I need to meet these people! I'm not criticizing or anything BUT its magical how they live with this. Should talk to Hairul or Nelly asap. They are more experienced. Right..so how do I contact Nelly again when she is not replying to my text messages? Probably she's too busy studying. How cute, aw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I am gonna head to Linsa's crib. She can sort of all this for me. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-3942123842448428240?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3942123842448428240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3942123842448428240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-need-job-any-job-to-fill-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-7774347217408569223</id><published>2011-01-17T02:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T02:40:15.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM5w3me0oI/AAAAAAAACt8/nNZ7S0YDrcA/s1600/rer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562853476454552194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM5w3me0oI/AAAAAAAACt8/nNZ7S0YDrcA/s400/rer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM41K_NKZI/AAAAAAAACt0/9wsHbDRDA4k/s1600/ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562852450866375058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM41K_NKZI/AAAAAAAACt0/9wsHbDRDA4k/s400/ok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM4P-zNm0I/AAAAAAAACts/9ENRFjMQaU8/s1600/rek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562851811939687234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM4P-zNm0I/AAAAAAAACts/9ENRFjMQaU8/s400/rek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM4Eb9k-FI/AAAAAAAACtk/xpf_xjd8h5o/s1600/kghmt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM3tIXVawI/AAAAAAAACtc/3f51KvfoIrE/s1600/ujfu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562851213211691778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM3tIXVawI/AAAAAAAACtc/3f51KvfoIrE/s400/ujfu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY HAPPY 1YR3MTH B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean the world to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-7774347217408569223?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7774347217408569223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7774347217408569223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/yay-happy-1yr3mth-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTM5w3me0oI/AAAAAAAACt8/nNZ7S0YDrcA/s72-c/rer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-84254564461693604</id><published>2011-01-16T02:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:42:43.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTHwxFI0g6I/AAAAAAAACtU/9ZmqiTuTSX0/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562491740762702754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTHwxFI0g6I/AAAAAAAACtU/9ZmqiTuTSX0/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O M G muka buruk. I was eating my Subway sandwich when B snapped this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALRIGHT. So I don't know exactly how long I've been in bed and staring at my ceiling. I just cannot get to sleep and its awkward. I've said my prayers and even settled my plans with B for tomorrow. Currently, I am texting Ira and watching channel 5. Even Disney Channel is not entertaining me at 3am. Zzzzz. So mundane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh I miss those times when I went kite flying with B. You know, my boyfriend, he is ultimately cute. When it comes to kite flying, he symbolises this adventurous kid whom is very eager to set his kite flying high. He is so sporting like seriously, I can bring him anywhere EXCEPT for the library. I will have to drag him in and he will be half dead in some corner waiting for me to choose my books. HA HA HA. So cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O YA O MY TODAY IS THE 16TH &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 11 NellyHairul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! WHICH MEANS TOMORROW IS THE 17TH AND I JUST REALISED IT IS GOING TO BE &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FASRI'S 1YR 3MTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! How time flies... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562491239177263874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTHwT4liGwI/AAAAAAAACtM/f6gTf5P8u6E/s400/Say%2BFly229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; this was at.............somewhere.....at Woodlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTHtieXzi9I/AAAAAAAACtE/DRLmJzihfNY/s1600/ideewik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562488191303519186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTHtieXzi9I/AAAAAAAACtE/DRLmJzihfNY/s400/ideewik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTHtPnMoZzI/AAAAAAAACs8/EZDA4TgDofY/s1600/ierj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562487867255056178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTHtPnMoZzI/AAAAAAAACs8/EZDA4TgDofY/s400/ierj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Spot Nasri's kite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm planning to head Botanic tomorrow to just lie down with B, relax, enjoy the atmosphere there and maybe chit chat while snack-ing. We love to talk about almost everything. Hopefully it won't rain tomorrow. Please god. :/ If not B wants to play pool which I tak suka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, feeling sleepy already ta ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3948605607417285010-84254564461693604?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/84254564461693604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/84254564461693604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-m-g-muka-buruk.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TTHwxFI0g6I/AAAAAAAACtU/9ZmqiTuTSX0/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-3962497521021190563</id><published>2011-01-14T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:41:28.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TS8sikqozQI/AAAAAAAACs0/DNbjtGrsaN8/s1600/hhj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561713037295537410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TS8sikqozQI/AAAAAAAACs0/DNbjtGrsaN8/s400/hhj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TS8sQ2t8spI/AAAAAAAACss/nbsSoNbA-8Y/s1600/ikff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561712732903617170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TS8sQ2t8spI/AAAAAAAACss/nbsSoNbA-8Y/s400/ikff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boyfriend is my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;. He is the best I can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for making me stronger B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-3962497521021190563?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3962497521021190563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3962497521021190563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/eversince-i-am-with-nasri-i-admit-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TS8sikqozQI/AAAAAAAACs0/DNbjtGrsaN8/s72-c/hhj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-1665175425409973712</id><published>2011-01-11T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:32:53.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful because although my results has shown slight improvements, I am still happy because my mum is still very supportive and understanding. Even Nasri's Mum is very supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM TAKING A DEEP BREATH AND MOVING ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't want to be stucked in deep thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XOXO&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/3948605607417285010-1665175425409973712?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1665175425409973712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1665175425409973712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-thankful-because-although-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-1764767156638379232</id><published>2011-01-10T03:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T03:35:10.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSoJ8dWH-2I/AAAAAAAACsk/8x_ZcIGyVJg/s1600/uijk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560267624216525666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSoJ8dWH-2I/AAAAAAAACsk/8x_ZcIGyVJg/s400/uijk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, right now I can't get to sleep because everytime I try to calm myself down and close my eyes, I just cannot stop myself from imagining how 2pm would turn out like. F this. Seriously, nothing is making me feel any better. I thought of not opening my result slip on the spot. Instead, I want to just chuck it in my bag and maybe open it at home. Urgh. I FEEL SO INSECURE. Nothing and No one is going to make me feel better. All I need is my cigarettes. For a second thought, I think Imma gonna grab some snacks and see if it'll do me any good or maybe I need sleeping pills. GOD 2PM COME FASTER. Waiting is a very horrible feeling and its torturing me. OH MY GOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-1764767156638379232?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1764767156638379232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1764767156638379232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/okay-right-now-i-cant-get-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSoJ8dWH-2I/AAAAAAAACsk/8x_ZcIGyVJg/s72-c/uijk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-4823445286026204634</id><published>2011-01-09T22:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T03:36:11.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa till late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560202154424403346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnOZnXUBZI/AAAAAAAACsU/RaNgZ0WaQqg/s400/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560201894884781426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnOKggPrXI/AAAAAAAACsM/moEGs-wv44Q/s400/syaj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560201737653590530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnOBWxaGgI/AAAAAAAACsE/VGtSdh5T5JQ/s400/syg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560201624252376722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnN6wUc5pI/AAAAAAAACr8/C_9_WvWDBdY/s400/ujik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnPDrphumI/AAAAAAAACsc/lgtgi16yaXQ/s1600/ghu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560202877129046626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnPDrphumI/AAAAAAAACsc/lgtgi16yaXQ/s400/ghu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnNVLjYqrI/AAAAAAAACr0/ii4EYM6wxrI/s1600/errt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560200978727742130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnNVLjYqrI/AAAAAAAACr0/ii4EYM6wxrI/s400/errt4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnM7Tta_lI/AAAAAAAACrs/EfmOC2Hgn04/s1600/hj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560200534240722514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnM7Tta_lI/AAAAAAAACrs/EfmOC2Hgn04/s400/hj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnMq2yam7I/AAAAAAAACrk/gyAfJpmg5OE/s1600/cigg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560200251599133618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnMq2yam7I/AAAAAAAACrk/gyAfJpmg5OE/s400/cigg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnMkIJ9ZtI/AAAAAAAACrc/zf_iT1P-GQA/s1600/oiij.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560200136002201298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnMkIJ9ZtI/AAAAAAAACrc/zf_iT1P-GQA/s400/oiij.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the pictures that I chose to upload. More of em' are at my facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So O-levels results are out tomorrow and that is one the reasons why my friends and I decided to head to Sentosa on Saturday. We didn't want to feel too worked up about our results. It was a really enjoyable and memorable day. We had in mind to only purchase 1 bottle of vodka but we end up buying 2 large bottles of vodka. We wanted to feel stress-free i guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had lunch at Vivo and then head to Sentosa. We slacked and only took our shots at 8pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot believe how drunk and tipsy we got to the extent of missing our last bus and train. It was so funny. I never picture myself lying down at the Bus terminal in Sentosa which me and B actually did and Ram could not stop saying, " Syai kau okay tak? " It was so irritating and the way she vomitted was so cute. Hahahaha. Especially Syai, she got so curious when me and B started snorting the leftover Vodka in the first bottle, so she decided to give it a try and then off to bed she went. Ram had to applied balm on her tummy and forehead. Member macam pregnant! Buruk! The feeling of being drunk was so nice but when the feeling starts to fade off and when hangover starts, oh my.... I vomitted quite a huge amount of the kway teow in my tummy but luckily B was there. B never leaves me even during countdown. I'm quite lucky ^.^ Oh well, the fuckiest part was the going home time when it strucked 12 and we know that the last bus was 40mins late! No more train or bus! AND THERE WERE 5 OF US SO WE COULD NOT FIT IN 1 TAXI. Lucky us, we managed to catch the last bus to Bukit batok and ram's friend....biasa juga, vroom vrooom ram home and the rest of us got home and knocked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I enjoyed my Saturday. Thank you Boyfriend, Ram, Syai and John for making it so happening!&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-4823445286026204634?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4823445286026204634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4823445286026204634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/sentosa-till-late.html' title='Sentosa till late.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSnOZnXUBZI/AAAAAAAACsU/RaNgZ0WaQqg/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-7390400483463258727</id><published>2011-01-07T01:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:48:59.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indeed, it is quite common for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; society, probably a handful of those whom just cannot accept being defeated. Well, who doesn't wants to win? Even I do but only at certain situations. I must highlight especially for those whom has a brain equivalent to a donkey. " These " people are those whom are commonly found to actually think too highly of themselves but actually NOT. Simple say, they tend to brag nonsensically. I think we should correct their way of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fikiran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cetek&lt;/span&gt;. Standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-7390400483463258727?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7390400483463258727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7390400483463258727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/indeed-it-is-quite-common-for-malay.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-9215389291285339914</id><published>2011-01-06T17:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:12:57.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSWPpyAyn-I/AAAAAAAACrU/QkoZ4pXrRX8/s1600/fuhrui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559007263021244386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSWPpyAyn-I/AAAAAAAACrU/QkoZ4pXrRX8/s400/fuhrui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This holiday has been pretty wild and crazy. I've been going out almost everday. I've been slacking, working, drinking and mostly shopping. So today, I've finally decided to stay home with my mama. Oh and have you heard that O-level results are released this coming Monday at 2pm? Oh my god. I'm trying so hard not to get nervous and everytime i think about it, i have flashbacks about what happened to me last year. This is so scary and its tearing my heart apart. But whatever happens, I am going to move on and not look back again. Bf has been saying that he has faith in me and that this time round, it'll be all different. But then again, " WHAT IF..?" My results just gives me the shivers and whatever it is, if there's a will, there's a way. Ya. Hopefully my friends are coping with this too. I know Ira is having nightmares. YIKES! Oh well, for the brighter side, even if my results is not satisfying... On 0404 this year, I'm going to turn 18! O M G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i'm 18, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need not ask anyone to buy for me ciggs anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can smoke freely without having to think about the authorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can party almost anywhere without having to worry about AGE LIMITS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can have entry to the clubs that strictly states, 18 and above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more underage partying unless i choose to go there.&lt;br /&gt;And even......register at Bukit Batok Driving Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O M G. I am so excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mmm. This is weird, suddenly..... I feel like eating " Mee Kuah " alright! Imma gonna holla up bf to have dinner with me. Lucky for me, he lives just a few bustops away from mine. So much for staying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-9215389291285339914?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/9215389291285339914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/9215389291285339914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-holiday-has-been-pretty-wild-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSWPpyAyn-I/AAAAAAAACrU/QkoZ4pXrRX8/s72-c/fuhrui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-1220725709226152125</id><published>2011-01-05T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:14:16.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSSPkoTSnQI/AAAAAAAACrM/Mz_nhtFXkK4/s1600/uuji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558725699538427138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSSPkoTSnQI/AAAAAAAACrM/Mz_nhtFXkK4/s400/uuji.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSSOVEfW0cI/AAAAAAAACq8/rCnFBXruYvw/s1600/njj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558724332715692482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSSOVEfW0cI/AAAAAAAACq8/rCnFBXruYvw/s400/njj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B i love you. You are worth the wait and worth everything I can account for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time flies so fast, too fast that I cannot believe that from just a one week relationship we build up before, we last for a year and two months now. Its not an everyday thing that I can get a guy like you whom would stick to me this long. You are different from all the boys that I've met. You are like my bestfriend and brother. Its astonishing how well we click with each other. In this relationship, you taught me a lot of things that I can apply in life. We've learnt so much about each other that we cannot let go that easily. I'm glad that we've come this far, sacrificed so much and also experienced many things together. Its surprising how we don't get sick of each other. I know I won't get sick of you and I promise you that I won't let go. I hope this year would be great for us. Once I'm 18 on 040411, we shall party like nobody cares. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again, love you b.&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/3948605607417285010-1220725709226152125?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1220725709226152125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/1220725709226152125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/b-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSSPkoTSnQI/AAAAAAAACrM/Mz_nhtFXkK4/s72-c/uuji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5289792467079804427</id><published>2011-01-02T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:54:37.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January Baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSB_KQtfLEI/AAAAAAAACq0/8JbrryS_-9c/s1600/76307_1603544860471_1591609227_1392961_8009681_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557581754436365378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSB_KQtfLEI/AAAAAAAACq0/8JbrryS_-9c/s400/76307_1603544860471_1591609227_1392961_8009681_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSB_DVbprfI/AAAAAAAACqs/D3aLs77DP7Y/s1600/25668_344796474844_674649844_3590794_6696257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557581635444649458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSB_DVbprfI/AAAAAAAACqs/D3aLs77DP7Y/s400/25668_344796474844_674649844_3590794_6696257_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSB-rwulo2I/AAAAAAAACqk/_l39jH4Urhg/s1600/156759_1603532740168_1591609227_1392899_3993927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its a little too late but who cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAHIMAH RASHIDDIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its astonishing how we click so well for this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All the best for everything Ram xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/3948605607417285010-5289792467079804427?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5289792467079804427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5289792467079804427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-baby.html' title='January Baby.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TSB_KQtfLEI/AAAAAAAACq0/8JbrryS_-9c/s72-c/76307_1603544860471_1591609227_1392961_8009681_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5876480449066136261</id><published>2011-01-01T18:36:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:11:34.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown for 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TR8SZydRqJI/AAAAAAAACqU/6UL4gfLcTt8/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557180699449075858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TR8SZydRqJI/AAAAAAAACqU/6UL4gfLcTt8/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557173403145037842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TR8LxFm1aBI/AAAAAAAACpk/BNgBlwMX7VM/s400/fly11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557171107872371794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TR8JrfDL9FI/AAAAAAAACpc/JLoMHnTKDuk/s400/us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TR8RY-URKQI/AAAAAAAACqM/PtepCeNI8RU/s1600/fasri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557179585941022978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TR8RY-URKQI/AAAAAAAACqM/PtepCeNI8RU/s400/fasri1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557165500436526514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TR8ElFuTNbI/AAAAAAAACpE/29dL8gmVJX0/s400/fasri99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557165118448489410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TR8EO2tQU8I/AAAAAAAACo8/T3HkvOsWF8c/s400/fasri.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Happy New Year to everyone and I hope 2011 would turn out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My New Year's Eve was very happening and memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much thanks to B for sacrificing to party at Scape instead of Siloso. I love him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND I am going to be 18 this year! O M G CAN'T WAIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5876480449066136261?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5876480449066136261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5876480449066136261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2011/01/countdown-for-2011.html' title='Countdown for 2011.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TR8SZydRqJI/AAAAAAAACqU/6UL4gfLcTt8/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-7531200858451438647</id><published>2010-12-07T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:52:16.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Been on very good terms with B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everything is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Will update on the pictures part soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;xoxo&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/3948605607417285010-7531200858451438647?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7531200858451438647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7531200858451438647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/12/been-on-very-good-terms-with-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5158409407554657292</id><published>2010-12-03T21:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:44:17.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe never, Maybe now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPj67nvZSVI/AAAAAAAACoo/Jfi2VHbi148/s1600/DSCN7676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546458843293763922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPj67nvZSVI/AAAAAAAACoo/Jfi2VHbi148/s400/DSCN7676.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been ultimately busy with everything. Everything that I care to be busy with. The time I have with my family is not flexible at all. I only get to spend late nights, catching up with my mum about the daily gossips that has been roaming around lately. But its better to be busy than to be bored to death right? So this December holidays, I've decided to spend my money and my time wisely. My boyfriend has also been so protective so the chances of me flirting around is ZERO and unlikely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My job as a gift wrapper has been so easy and relaxing. Even after 7 hours of working, its surprising that I don't feel tired at all. The reason being is that, I have an awesome partner that is a freaking party girl and is so cool that we can share almost everything and not get tired. Both of us will occupy each other by gossiping/bitching. Secondly, I have a comfortable chair to sit on for seven hours and my manager whom calls me amoi or baby is not at all bias. But I tend to act super-impulsively when I had to wrap 21 items individually. Previously working at Garuda, was stressful. Berminyak+Masai+Standing+Boastful Boss equals to sad face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore, I am very much contented with my job. Thank God. Nelly should also be happy that finally she has a job that she sticks to. I am proud of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, countdown this year must be a blast. Really. I have been discussing with B and hopefully, we'll come out with a fantastic plan. On the other hand, I want to help B with his BBDC funds. I spend a lot on B because I know he is worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I wanted to highlight on how mature my brother, Faruq Idham has grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was a text message conversation between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Faruq, did you delete imesh on the computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faruq: Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Bustard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faruq: Bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faruq: Babi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to call him names and he will cry but now? He will even dare call me a bitch and not to mention the vigorous activities he chooses to perform on me. Example, pillow fights and me, being the punching bag. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its alright, its better than us bickering 24/7 like last time. Time flies, people change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;G2G babies. Hope all of you are enjoying your holidays xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5158409407554657292?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5158409407554657292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5158409407554657292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/12/maybe-never-maybe-now.html' title='Maybe never, Maybe now.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPj67nvZSVI/AAAAAAAACoo/Jfi2VHbi148/s72-c/DSCN7676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8394973345953423169</id><published>2010-12-01T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:44:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZRHkwkLLI/AAAAAAAACog/UKqAssBcOrs/s1600/DSCN7630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545709181721652402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZRHkwkLLI/AAAAAAAACog/UKqAssBcOrs/s400/DSCN7630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZQsLzgtpI/AAAAAAAACoY/yV04nI4hQXU/s1600/DSCN7632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545708711166654098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZQsLzgtpI/AAAAAAAACoY/yV04nI4hQXU/s400/DSCN7632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZQdOurivI/AAAAAAAACoQ/68crjPh-oQ4/s1600/DSCN7636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545708454253660914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZQdOurivI/AAAAAAAACoQ/68crjPh-oQ4/s400/DSCN7636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZN74_tuLI/AAAAAAAACoI/n0Me5d_qx10/s1600/DSCN7653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545705682460588210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZN74_tuLI/AAAAAAAACoI/n0Me5d_qx10/s400/DSCN7653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZNs55hKUI/AAAAAAAACoA/Ql1Z1vbpWq8/s1600/DSCN7658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545705425004996930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZNs55hKUI/AAAAAAAACoA/Ql1Z1vbpWq8/s400/DSCN7658.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZNlsH1vTI/AAAAAAAACn4/MLAlYC26SnM/s1600/DSCN7673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545705301047885106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZNlsH1vTI/AAAAAAAACn4/MLAlYC26SnM/s400/DSCN7673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very lazy to update blog. So sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More pictures at my facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was, bbq @ Darius's Place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-8394973345953423169?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8394973345953423169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8394973345953423169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/12/very-lazy-to-update-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TPZRHkwkLLI/AAAAAAAACog/UKqAssBcOrs/s72-c/DSCN7630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-3302155642447988727</id><published>2010-11-24T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T01:10:02.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOvzdzlg5jI/AAAAAAAACnw/LVFKdu4WMgA/s1600/DSCN7618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542791459798836786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOvzdzlg5jI/AAAAAAAACnw/LVFKdu4WMgA/s400/DSCN7618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good. Really good.&lt;br /&gt;Miss all my schoolmates though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my gossip girls, ira ram syai lily... Sad but we'll make time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;But Love my awesome bf. He's getting more sweeter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That explains the 1 year 1 months plusss we've been together.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i made friends with cool awesome people at work.&lt;br /&gt;Family has grown much more closer.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, eating, enjoying every second of life.&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you allah.&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/3948605607417285010-3302155642447988727?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3302155642447988727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3302155642447988727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-has-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOvzdzlg5jI/AAAAAAAACnw/LVFKdu4WMgA/s72-c/DSCN7618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6169634825028962009</id><published>2010-11-20T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:34:04.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOakyQLu8YI/AAAAAAAACng/x8miA4xlPPY/s1600/Say%2BFly047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541297574770569602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOakyQLu8YI/AAAAAAAACng/x8miA4xlPPY/s400/Say%2BFly047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am actually very mad at myself for not planning the right surprise for B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually wanted to travel to town to get B a pair of Vans from the limited edition shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, I let that plan of mine slipped from my mind unknowingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today, I had to rush to Lot One's Royal Sporting House to get him his present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lucky for me, the one I wanted has B's size! Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, B was really delighted. He said that the present was unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay me ^^ his happiness means a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay gtg xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6169634825028962009?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6169634825028962009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6169634825028962009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-actually-very-mad-at-myself-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOakyQLu8YI/AAAAAAAACng/x8miA4xlPPY/s72-c/Say%2BFly047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-9055701046218054245</id><published>2010-11-19T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:36:19.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOVUruPh7NI/AAAAAAAACnY/xtBGNJYlHv8/s1600/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540928026673540306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOVUruPh7NI/AAAAAAAACnY/xtBGNJYlHv8/s400/kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOVUl8b6IAI/AAAAAAAACnQ/HkrcE3x8f5Y/s1600/fasri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540927927404339202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOVUl8b6IAI/AAAAAAAACnQ/HkrcE3x8f5Y/s400/fasri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOVUeIsGIZI/AAAAAAAACnI/QAjsBge9ku8/s1600/fasri01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540927793254506898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOVUeIsGIZI/AAAAAAAACnI/QAjsBge9ku8/s400/fasri01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Sweetheart, Happy 19th birthday to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always love you no matter what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy your day sayang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I still need to get a present for you. Jeez. What should i get you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should be something worthwhile. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-9055701046218054245?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/9055701046218054245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/9055701046218054245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-sweetheart-happy-19th-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOVUruPh7NI/AAAAAAAACnY/xtBGNJYlHv8/s72-c/kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-7653917624441406339</id><published>2010-11-16T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:51:58.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOJ5Z2Wd2TI/AAAAAAAACnA/xRikgiiQzXo/s1600/Say%2BFly041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540123976612567346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOJ5Z2Wd2TI/AAAAAAAACnA/xRikgiiQzXo/s400/Say%2BFly041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday St James was awesome with the best of the best!&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time going to a club with Nasri, Nelly and Ira.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to experience clubbing with John Thomas. Still.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Hari Raya Haji.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Fasri One year One month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I found out, the ones whom you love most, can betray you for sure.&lt;br /&gt;They will betray you one day. No matter how long you are with them.&lt;br /&gt;Now this situation, brings me to a spot.&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/3948605607417285010-7653917624441406339?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7653917624441406339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/7653917624441406339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-st-james-was-awesome-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOJ5Z2Wd2TI/AAAAAAAACnA/xRikgiiQzXo/s72-c/Say%2BFly041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6226549938663908748</id><published>2010-11-15T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:20:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today will be our day, hopefully.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TODtIsTsKyI/AAAAAAAACm4/ILQiU4RlStQ/s1600/73587_1590252529125_1620225554_1343945_6326571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539688275254192930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TODtIsTsKyI/AAAAAAAACm4/ILQiU4RlStQ/s400/73587_1590252529125_1620225554_1343945_6326571_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TODtE95fDdI/AAAAAAAACmw/dirkZQCi6mo/s1600/73725_1590255849208_1620225554_1343974_6134266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539688211256643026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TODtE95fDdI/AAAAAAAACmw/dirkZQCi6mo/s400/73725_1590255849208_1620225554_1343974_6134266_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TODtACJ2kGI/AAAAAAAACmo/MYGCEiTFKLY/s1600/154761_1590250449073_1620225554_1343926_7855794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539688126499688546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TODtACJ2kGI/AAAAAAAACmo/MYGCEiTFKLY/s400/154761_1590250449073_1620225554_1343926_7855794_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm hanging out with the best of the best, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6226549938663908748?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6226549938663908748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6226549938663908748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-will-be-our-day-hopefully.html' title='Today will be our day, hopefully.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TODtIsTsKyI/AAAAAAAACm4/ILQiU4RlStQ/s72-c/73587_1590252529125_1620225554_1343945_6326571_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-6728834438842989989</id><published>2010-11-15T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:13:37.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAKX1LRQLI/AAAAAAAACmg/GOmbSCFYYyo/s1600/DSCN7581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539438946193326258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAKX1LRQLI/AAAAAAAACmg/GOmbSCFYYyo/s400/DSCN7581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAKPZc3_dI/AAAAAAAACmY/yaa6qNk7tds/s1600/DSCN7590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539438801312021970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAKPZc3_dI/AAAAAAAACmY/yaa6qNk7tds/s400/DSCN7590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAKCaXk_wI/AAAAAAAACmQ/ySBPNB9G84M/s1600/DSCN7577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539438578219941634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAKCaXk_wI/AAAAAAAACmQ/ySBPNB9G84M/s400/DSCN7577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAJ7l_5dCI/AAAAAAAACmI/RW-q67ru3aw/s1600/DSCN7566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539438461082760226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAJ7l_5dCI/AAAAAAAACmI/RW-q67ru3aw/s400/DSCN7566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAJ0Tm-FhI/AAAAAAAACmA/7gZs4qmUpxs/s1600/DSCN7569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539438335887283730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAJ0Tm-FhI/AAAAAAAACmA/7gZs4qmUpxs/s400/DSCN7569.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAJsPnnUHI/AAAAAAAACl4/icdu3DQ1Fyo/s1600/DSCN7588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539438197377290354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAJsPnnUHI/AAAAAAAACl4/icdu3DQ1Fyo/s400/DSCN7588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been loving every second of my freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going home late is not a problem anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, clubbing. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-6728834438842989989?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6728834438842989989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/6728834438842989989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-been-loving-every-second-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TOAKX1LRQLI/AAAAAAAACmg/GOmbSCFYYyo/s72-c/DSCN7581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5534862796253551539</id><published>2010-11-11T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:24:22.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>999 help! Someone wants to one on one with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TNu_Kf9q-rI/AAAAAAAAClw/9jOsiau2IAY/s1600/DSCN7408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538230353881922226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TNu_Kf9q-rI/AAAAAAAAClw/9jOsiau2IAY/s400/DSCN7408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember my previous post, I wrote about the girls whom wanted to ' potong ' and ' one on one ' with me? Well, we were once friends. The above picture are the 2 girls whom betrayed me. God has proven that I do not deserve friends like this. I'm glad. Despite several warnings, several msges, several phonecalls, they just won't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I understand if they are slightly older than me or the same age whom want some competition for fun but they are actually just 13 and 15. Zzzzzz. How can I put these in a much more friendly term? Well, here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First of all, my friends and I think that you two are a no-good-daughter of a slut. But to think about wani, she is like this because she does not have a proper home to build her mature mentality which resorts her in being a pain in my ass. For sofia, since she is cousins with wani, i think its hereditary that they inherit the genes to become lame moronic clowns that play pretend with me and all of my other bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Secondly, you are no competition AT ALL. AT ALL. We don't give a damn whether you are going to bring the parang all the way to yew tee. For goodness sake, if you offered us a fight and we agreed, come find us if you can. Instead of playing pretend, we can play a game of catching. But for a second thought, we don't roll your way and we are not playing in this sickening game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Third, GET A REAL PUSSY. If you have the guts to bullshit with me on fb, on my e72 then have the guts to set the place, time and date instead of beating around the bush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An example of her message on facebook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sufia Regina Annabelle Faith ( ps nama nak step english women, check2 kulit so hitam!) says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" so yeah i'm typical , why , brani mao lai uhh , stand by behy kao peh muke kat yew tee ah ! wansweey uhh , ehyyy . Toodlesssssss to you MotherFcukerSlutAss ! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;???????????? that was on my mind. I can ignore but I'm afraid my ignorance might cripple you to death and since you've like stalked me like some crazy insane family-less girls, i will entertain. I'm just exhausted because you typical girls cannot understand a simple sentence like " set the place, time and date. " Why go through all the sickening vulgarities before you planned to meet us? You said it yourself that you are fierce and I guess too tough to be defeated? But even when nini starts to use her very powerful malay and english words, you guys just reacted by spitting stupid remarks like how thin i am? how pecah we look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT DOES MY BODY AND NELLY'S STORIES GOT TO DO WITH THIS ISSUE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, i think you are the one whom has issues. Desperados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You did get our attention but we were not at all hurt by your remarks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words don't bring us down. With cheap-o making a big scene out of a sarcasm that you are too weak to handle, this problem is ridiculous. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My bitches and me, will be waiting xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5534862796253551539?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5534862796253551539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5534862796253551539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/999-help-someone-wants-to-one-on-one.html' title='999 help! Someone wants to one on one with me.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TNu_Kf9q-rI/AAAAAAAAClw/9jOsiau2IAY/s72-c/DSCN7408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-495392712851802548</id><published>2010-11-10T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:10:18.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it better to avoid or to be open?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TNqqkSnBNVI/AAAAAAAAClo/KanCAc4p3hM/s1600/Say%2BFly026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537926232252953938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TNqqkSnBNVI/AAAAAAAAClo/KanCAc4p3hM/s400/Say%2BFly026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was very irony of you to post at Pen's wall with an intention of hinting to a very sinful girl. Anyone would have rights to comment based on what you say. Anyone could " terasa " As usual, typical girls like you would critic anyone who intentionally grabbed your boyfriend or should i say someone whom you just have feelings for. I think it was very childish of you to say something on Pen's wall, wanting to end a friendship. Oh please don't act like a desperado. If it was on your wall, I would definitely not invade in your ridiculous privacy but this time, its different. If you said something that was suppose to be sarcastic but turns out all wrong. You should be the blame. You started it, you wrote it. Even if she had suggested it, you had your own rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't get demoralised by the words you choose to spit at me. But I am agitated when you start speaking all the pathetic, moronic, idiotic stories that happened a year ago. You said, nobody's perfect but you admit that you were much more perfect than me? In terms of what? Boobs or education? If its for boobs, i would pay $0 dollars to have those. For that 50mins, you planned to " potong me ", threatening remarks to end my life and such. What kind of a zombie world do you come from? You offered me to have a fight with you? How cheap are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls gossip, girls bitch. You guys are dorks to be pretending to be innocent. Play pretend was never my game. You are very contradicting. Its annoying how you planned to insinuate me. Its just so funny how you spelt fierce as FIERSE. Yes i admit, that i hate it when she uses my make up when its time for keluaran. Because i don't share my make up with anyone else except for nelly. I don't want to get her germs on me. It erks me. Yikes! I don't really care about the kind of pretense you had to put up with. Stop telling me to " terasa " or not. Its my choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atleast I don't socialize happily with other guys while I have a bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretending to be so so so so brave when you're just 13? 14? And you call me kanak-kanak strawberry? You cannot even understand what I tried to interprete and even had the cheek to ask me to converse in malay? Haha. Sorry I am not gulible and not typical unlike you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever biatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-495392712851802548?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/495392712851802548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/495392712851802548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-it-better-to-avoid-or-to-be-open.html' title='Is it better to avoid or to be open?'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TNqqkSnBNVI/AAAAAAAAClo/KanCAc4p3hM/s72-c/Say%2BFly026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-533903819372277800</id><published>2010-11-02T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:11:54.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of the pressure, tension, stress and grief o-levels is giving me, I've lose weight. I am well, unbelievably thin because of my metabolism rate and just as I gained 2 kg last month or so, I realised that my waist is getting smaller today. Am I shrinking? Or is it just me? Well, Ram said she is losing weight too. Its as though we have no time to eat. Only 1 meal a day. Oh me gosh? Nevermind, after o's.......i have to eat. alot. a huge lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now, i suddenly remembered when me, ram and syai escaped class and our teacher was searching for us all around the school but her efforts were in vain. We had our secret hideout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syai, as usual had to say, " Kita kan famous amos, delicious and tasty, coming back for more. " -.- i'm going to miss those moments. Ala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on nasri, hurry home, get changed and comeover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to watch hp and the goblet of fire with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zzzzzzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-533903819372277800?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/533903819372277800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/533903819372277800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/because-of-pressure-tension-stress-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-3252033584069636669</id><published>2010-11-02T11:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:12:53.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliriously Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As the balloon float up, up and away.&lt;br /&gt;I whispered to my sweetheart, "You are my helium."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love love love nasri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-3252033584069636669?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3252033584069636669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/3252033584069636669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/11/deliriously-happy.html' title='Deliriously Happy.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-267388482789082353</id><published>2010-10-27T10:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T03:08:43.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Maths P2. Jeez. I'm sleep deprived and I feel like a zombie trying to stay awake every night to do maths. Its horrifying. But this year is definitely different from last year. I have like full mental support from all of my friends and we help each other, unlike last year when almost everyone suddenly magically changed before o's and I was left to rely on my own for revision. I must say this year is very special to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the chaos that my schoolmates make before stepping into the hall. Everything is indeed lively. Despite the tension and stress, I managed to break free from all that, much thanks to all my classmates whom have made the environment around me more joyful. The silly faces and stupid jokes, all so hillarious. I really hope we all make it this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the best, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and I think baba is trying to make me feel better by randomly buying me a nokia e72 without having me to even ask. My life is kind of getting better every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nasri has also been the best of companion. No doubt, he stands out from all the guys I've dated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gtg, mama's begging me to eat with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muah muah xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-267388482789082353?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/267388482789082353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/267388482789082353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-maths-p2.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5650923438039321994</id><published>2010-10-22T22:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:16:10.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes definitely, this year's graduation was much better than last year's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John, Ira, Ram, Syai, Lily and many more to be named has made it very memorable. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even B came to my school to support me? He he. Here we go again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGp3j3HPJI/AAAAAAAAClA/4XHZseqNMrI/s1600/DSCN7544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530888589371980946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGp3j3HPJI/AAAAAAAAClA/4XHZseqNMrI/s400/DSCN7544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGpsJsIzJI/AAAAAAAACk4/ohIIjdx33ew/s1600/DSCN7543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530888393368063122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGpsJsIzJI/AAAAAAAACk4/ohIIjdx33ew/s400/DSCN7543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGphDGc8TI/AAAAAAAACkw/6Ik2F9_c8-M/s1600/DSCN7546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530888202620825906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGphDGc8TI/AAAAAAAACkw/6Ik2F9_c8-M/s400/DSCN7546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGn3eRVkYI/AAAAAAAACko/XU0tQO85pfo/s1600/DSCN7550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530886388848103810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGn3eRVkYI/AAAAAAAACko/XU0tQO85pfo/s400/DSCN7550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGnUxfvzAI/AAAAAAAACkg/bhG98vuXQrw/s1600/DSCN7561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530885792713395202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGnUxfvzAI/AAAAAAAACkg/bhG98vuXQrw/s400/DSCN7561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGm0puz0cI/AAAAAAAACkY/zb3J1kc1uzs/s1600/DSCN7554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530885240873275842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGm0puz0cI/AAAAAAAACkY/zb3J1kc1uzs/s400/DSCN7554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGlxV3MmvI/AAAAAAAACkQ/Ch83OzZrlPU/s1600/DSCN7559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530884084488510194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGlxV3MmvI/AAAAAAAACkQ/Ch83OzZrlPU/s400/DSCN7559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGlXAwxseI/AAAAAAAACkI/16ZPhg_BdCY/s1600/john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530883632147837410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGlXAwxseI/AAAAAAAACkI/16ZPhg_BdCY/s400/john.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck all for o's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5650923438039321994?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5650923438039321994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5650923438039321994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/10/graduation-2010.html' title='Graduation 2010.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMGp3j3HPJI/AAAAAAAAClA/4XHZseqNMrI/s72-c/DSCN7544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-171871125211913176</id><published>2010-10-18T13:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:11:36.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLvi-Z1cSII/AAAAAAAACkA/4XTTdyjl_zI/s1600/DSCN7536.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLvi0e0HXaI/AAAAAAAACj4/RmLLNSL4aow/s1600/fvf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLvgpc7uVJI/AAAAAAAACjQ/-MK60StQMkI/s1600/DSCN7534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529259970273367186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLvgpc7uVJI/AAAAAAAACjQ/-MK60StQMkI/s400/DSCN7534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-171871125211913176?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/171871125211913176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/171871125211913176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-almost-close-to-perfect-sayang.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLvgpc7uVJI/AAAAAAAACjQ/-MK60StQMkI/s72-c/DSCN7534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5365917610979228215</id><published>2010-10-17T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:36:17.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLqZC4xur5I/AAAAAAAACjI/s_jP7bYzSok/s1600/nas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528899767430459282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLqZC4xur5I/AAAAAAAACjI/s_jP7bYzSok/s400/nas2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLqY8o8fL_I/AAAAAAAACjA/x_JrsP2ZR8k/s1600/nas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528899660101398514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLqY8o8fL_I/AAAAAAAACjA/x_JrsP2ZR8k/s400/nas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLqY10ypPhI/AAAAAAAACi4/y1Q2SLB-8fI/s1600/nas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528899543022255634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLqY10ypPhI/AAAAAAAACi4/y1Q2SLB-8fI/s400/nas3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLqYj9rjVCI/AAAAAAAACiw/4wsaoKLUoAQ/s1600/nas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528899236170781730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLqYj9rjVCI/AAAAAAAACiw/4wsaoKLUoAQ/s400/nas4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is not up to date but just so you know its 17th of october which means Fasri'S 1ST ANNIVERSARY! Omg. Me and Nasri have been together for a year already! Yay ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew it we will last this long ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5365917610979228215?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5365917610979228215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5365917610979228215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-year.html' title='One year.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLqZC4xur5I/AAAAAAAACjI/s_jP7bYzSok/s72-c/nas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-172462560354198343</id><published>2010-10-16T17:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:25:10.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLlvTgzrl5I/AAAAAAAACio/qo-E8u6kfmQ/s1600/33907_161179307242229_100000504825642_440643_2459085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528572398588893074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLlvTgzrl5I/AAAAAAAACio/qo-E8u6kfmQ/s400/33907_161179307242229_100000504825642_440643_2459085_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLlvQG04UGI/AAAAAAAACig/g6vhOSWt180/s1600/62093_161178867242273_100000504825642_440630_293682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528572340074991714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLlvQG04UGI/AAAAAAAACig/g6vhOSWt180/s400/62093_161178867242273_100000504825642_440630_293682_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528572183477807554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLlvG_dM6cI/AAAAAAAACiY/GgTetHWP7MQ/s400/62093_161178880575605_100000504825642_440633_2966602_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLluTCWQI2I/AAAAAAAACiQ/6ALiECu8Bk4/s1600/33907_161179307242229_100000504825642_440643_2459085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLlt4Fq8OFI/AAAAAAAACiI/0XN_dUTlLls/s1600/62871_161178577242302_100000504825642_440617_1934786_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528570827936381010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLlt4Fq8OFI/AAAAAAAACiI/0XN_dUTlLls/s400/62871_161178577242302_100000504825642_440617_1934786_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLltvMQaEyI/AAAAAAAACiA/cpnF4sunh7I/s1600/62093_161178870575606_100000504825642_440631_5180299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528570675085316898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLltvMQaEyI/AAAAAAAACiA/cpnF4sunh7I/s400/62093_161178870575606_100000504825642_440631_5180299_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLltVuE07GI/AAAAAAAACh4/UJviQofpCAQ/s1600/62093_161178853908941_100000504825642_440627_4361760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528570237486951522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLltVuE07GI/AAAAAAAACh4/UJviQofpCAQ/s400/62093_161178853908941_100000504825642_440627_4361760_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever take my girlfriends away from me, I might just lose out in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are as precious as gems. The most expensive diamonds to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love them, thank you gfs for never leaving me. After o's, my time is yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-172462560354198343?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/172462560354198343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/172462560354198343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/10/never-ever-take-my-girlfriends-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TLlvTgzrl5I/AAAAAAAACio/qo-E8u6kfmQ/s72-c/33907_161179307242229_100000504825642_440643_2459085_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5587805807151644058</id><published>2010-09-26T17:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:27:12.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8QNodGDdI/AAAAAAAAChw/PO25kz8T6OA/s1600/DSCN7415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521149494563311058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8QNodGDdI/AAAAAAAAChw/PO25kz8T6OA/s400/DSCN7415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first time spending raya with you, b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8QEwtjw9I/AAAAAAAACho/cSpyPd3tOv8/s1600/DSCN7429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521149342161028050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8QEwtjw9I/AAAAAAAACho/cSpyPd3tOv8/s400/DSCN7429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8PhUbnKYI/AAAAAAAAChg/gyQLjwE_62s/s1600/DSCN7452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521148733274139010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8PhUbnKYI/AAAAAAAAChg/gyQLjwE_62s/s400/DSCN7452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nasri looks extremely tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8Pb2Ki_AI/AAAAAAAAChY/COlY5bA9xRM/s1600/DSCN7453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521148639250152450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8Pb2Ki_AI/AAAAAAAAChY/COlY5bA9xRM/s400/DSCN7453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were crazy. We went karaoke. Just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8PWTR2RAI/AAAAAAAAChQ/BcgM4SWzSCc/s1600/DSCN7462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521148543986189314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8PWTR2RAI/AAAAAAAAChQ/BcgM4SWzSCc/s400/DSCN7462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8PDMN2KkI/AAAAAAAAChI/03PQnvx0m-g/s1600/DSCN7468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521148215672842818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8PDMN2KkI/AAAAAAAAChI/03PQnvx0m-g/s400/DSCN7468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite our very busy schedule and all, we managed to spare time for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad that somehow we managed to stay strong and understand each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how absolutely crazy time flies but no matter what, I would stop time just to be with you Nasri. Hopefully, after my o's we will be much closer than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any ways, as much as you trust me, I trust you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as you love me, I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get back to studying now. Take care all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3948605607417285010-5587805807151644058?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5587805807151644058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5587805807151644058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-my-first-time-spending-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TJ8QNodGDdI/AAAAAAAAChw/PO25kz8T6OA/s72-c/DSCN7415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-772502617390835971</id><published>2010-09-18T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T12:06:59.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 11 FASRIIIIII. Love youuuu b!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND ON OUR HAPPY 11 IS THE SUBMISSION FOR ART PAPER1 AND I'M DONE WITH ILLUSTRATIONNNNNNNN!! YAYYYYYY. ONE BURDEN OFF MY SHOULDERS. Only Nasri knows how much I've been having sleepless nights doing my art and finally it turned out fabu! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-772502617390835971?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/772502617390835971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/772502617390835971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-11-fasriiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8868717776657259776</id><published>2010-09-10T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:05:04.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TIoeUdkvgTI/AAAAAAAACg4/Htnc5GnBkOY/s1600/36821_112422515479309_100001346845489_78797_6623048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515254030553547058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TIoeUdkvgTI/AAAAAAAACg4/Htnc5GnBkOY/s400/36821_112422515479309_100001346845489_78797_6623048_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Selamat Hari Raya to Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time round, I am very happy to experience raya with this mat of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 days to Happy11! Love you so much sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy raya while it lasts everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-8868717776657259776?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8868717776657259776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8868717776657259776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-to-everyone-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TIoeUdkvgTI/AAAAAAAACg4/Htnc5GnBkOY/s72-c/36821_112422515479309_100001346845489_78797_6623048_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-9222474404249859360</id><published>2010-09-02T21:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:43:09.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-pU3Td3WI/AAAAAAAACgw/r98U0WGIXyA/s1600/DSCN7235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512310644832853346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-pU3Td3WI/AAAAAAAACgw/r98U0WGIXyA/s400/DSCN7235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-ojZMeeOI/AAAAAAAACgg/kBZxWcFABjg/s1600/DSCN7259.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-oPPB9e0I/AAAAAAAACgY/9ImF-AN4SxI/s1600/DSCN7255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512309448611035970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-oPPB9e0I/AAAAAAAACgY/9ImF-AN4SxI/s400/DSCN7255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-n7E3SxSI/AAAAAAAACgQ/o9JCPDw9kb0/s1600/DSCN7257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512309102284555554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-n7E3SxSI/AAAAAAAACgQ/o9JCPDw9kb0/s400/DSCN7257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-nokLAPZI/AAAAAAAACgI/x0jLilqgQnA/s1600/DSCN7275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512308784271211922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-nokLAPZI/AAAAAAAACgI/x0jLilqgQnA/s400/DSCN7275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-nQr-DU1I/AAAAAAAACgA/4FuChlOT7oI/s1600/DSCN7247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512308374047511378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-nQr-DU1I/AAAAAAAACgA/4FuChlOT7oI/s400/DSCN7247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-mryMJL1I/AAAAAAAACf4/bVYARM6EeRU/s1600/DSCN7265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512307740062068562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-mryMJL1I/AAAAAAAACf4/bVYARM6EeRU/s400/DSCN7265.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-mUjKuAEI/AAAAAAAACfw/LObttQsZ1Wg/s1600/DSCN7266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512307340892569666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-mUjKuAEI/AAAAAAAACfw/LObttQsZ1Wg/s400/DSCN7266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh actually I'm very lazy to upload/edit/update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got like alot of things to attend to. Biasa lah, 10 more weeks then I freedom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dah nak gila pasal art abeh dengan matair i yang tak habis habisssss merajok tak tentu pasal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I just want to say I've been so busy doing what I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't expect updates from me yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-9222474404249859360?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/9222474404249859360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/9222474404249859360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/09/karaoke.html' title='Karaoke.'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TH-pU3Td3WI/AAAAAAAACgw/r98U0WGIXyA/s72-c/DSCN7235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-4011684772305046697</id><published>2010-08-29T20:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:49:23.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpXLQNjfLI/AAAAAAAACfo/f7Qpg66-vRs/s1600/DSCN7176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510812944883219634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpXLQNjfLI/AAAAAAAACfo/f7Qpg66-vRs/s400/DSCN7176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpXArBoPLI/AAAAAAAACfg/KhUhdMyPbOc/s1600/DSCN7163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510812763102395570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpXArBoPLI/AAAAAAAACfg/KhUhdMyPbOc/s400/DSCN7163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpWrSWDqAI/AAAAAAAACfY/Tc5gePH-1Bg/s1600/DSCN7164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510812395699939330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpWrSWDqAI/AAAAAAAACfY/Tc5gePH-1Bg/s400/DSCN7164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpWHpHikrI/AAAAAAAACfI/KqCFm26ts5M/s1600/DSCN7173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510811783337775794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpWHpHikrI/AAAAAAAACfI/KqCFm26ts5M/s400/DSCN7173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpWAY_kpgI/AAAAAAAACfA/NQ_eK07MPgg/s1600/DSCN7177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510811658750305794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpWAY_kpgI/AAAAAAAACfA/NQ_eK07MPgg/s400/DSCN7177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suhaili?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpV4J8apvI/AAAAAAAACe4/vlX3cSNjztk/s1600/DSCN7180.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-4011684772305046697?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4011684772305046697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/4011684772305046697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/08/remember-suhaili.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpXLQNjfLI/AAAAAAAACfo/f7Qpg66-vRs/s72-c/DSCN7176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-8948928376975147653</id><published>2010-08-29T20:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:41:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday NorHairul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpU6BkicbI/AAAAAAAACew/rKfih-gK3iw/s1600/DSCN7188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510810449872056754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpU6BkicbI/AAAAAAAACew/rKfih-gK3iw/s400/DSCN7188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpUvJcNRiI/AAAAAAAACeo/io2Wr5ep5rc/s1600/DSCN7192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510810263006037538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpUvJcNRiI/AAAAAAAACeo/io2Wr5ep5rc/s400/DSCN7192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpUcTfVvyI/AAAAAAAACeY/4B8EOIcXGRc/s1600/DSCN7207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510809939286015778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpUcTfVvyI/AAAAAAAACeY/4B8EOIcXGRc/s400/DSCN7207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpUQ3D58aI/AAAAAAAACeQ/sTXdm2AbKoI/s1600/DSCN7202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510809742676193698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpUQ3D58aI/AAAAAAAACeQ/sTXdm2AbKoI/s400/DSCN7202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpUJscd5YI/AAAAAAAACeI/dzuZDeGb3Xs/s1600/DSCN7195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510809619567338882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpUJscd5YI/AAAAAAAACeI/dzuZDeGb3Xs/s400/DSCN7195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictures are not edited. So masai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went Geylang till late and missed the last train and bus. It was so chaotic. Had to take a taxi home instead. Well, what a day it was. Happy 17th Hairul Barney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-8948928376975147653?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8948928376975147653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/8948928376975147653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-norhairul.html' title='Happy Birthday NorHairul!'/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/THpU6BkicbI/AAAAAAAACew/rKfih-gK3iw/s72-c/DSCN7188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-339481074666676006</id><published>2010-08-25T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:34:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ira is right beside me now, she's at my crib and we are having " How to be a real Bitch " sessions on facebook (: She's just brilliant at being one. Got my tips from her and paying her a dime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-339481074666676006?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/339481074666676006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/339481074666676006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/08/ira-is-right-beside-me-now-shes-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948605607417285010.post-5371036617206074615</id><published>2010-08-23T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:20:01.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aaron: Farah, Have you seen John?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Farah: Oh he's in my bedroom sleeping -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Mandy: Why didn't you wake him up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Farah: Cos he got too tired of spending yesterday night with me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-.- Cikgu pun join in the fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise Nasri that I would change to understand him more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you b and I'm sorry for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope things would be better. I won't dissapoint you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You mean a lot to me and I would lose out if I didn't realise how much I've hurt you leading you in this situation now...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3948605607417285010-5371036617206074615?l=iwantyourbf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5371036617206074615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3948605607417285010/posts/default/5371036617206074615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantyourbf.blogspot.com/2010/08/aaron-farah-have-you-seen-john-farah-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Farah Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498031965925320438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-LWCbGZERQ/TMm9wrm7NII/AAAAAAAAClI/41TfRtnY64I/S220/23453_1304815112414_1591609227_731896_2734664_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
