<?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-358886493903704573</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:09:25.370-07:00</updated><category term='In simple english I deliver my thoughts to a special someone'/><title type='text'>Shaddup And Read.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-3902862963323764032</id><published>2009-07-31T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:21:32.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're bright, you'll find me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SnLvu5kSVJI/AAAAAAAABuo/xPO0jk2mbyc/s400/if+you%27re+smart,+you%27ll+get+what+i+mean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364613695157720210" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-3902862963323764032?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3902862963323764032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3902862963323764032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-youre-bright-youll-find-me.html' title='if you&apos;re bright, you&apos;ll find me'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SnLvu5kSVJI/AAAAAAAABuo/xPO0jk2mbyc/s72-c/if+you%27re+smart,+you%27ll+get+what+i+mean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-4181548492510812581</id><published>2009-07-26T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:55:48.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Byebyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee killscene.</title><content type='html'>I love to play games. Carik aku ah kay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-4181548492510812581?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4181548492510812581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4181548492510812581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/byebyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-killscene.html' title='Byebyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee killscene.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-5376745717413896507</id><published>2009-07-25T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:28:23.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i show you my heart, you kept trampling on it</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and I still went online. Just for you. But you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, i love you anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 25th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-5376745717413896507?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5376745717413896507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5376745717413896507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-show-you-my-heart-you-kept.html' title='when i show you my heart, you kept trampling on it'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-3740197903657426084</id><published>2009-07-25T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:58:39.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmrzNRCprdI/AAAAAAAABug/3A4Doq9kYA8/s400/i+had+a+wonderful+evening+with+____+today.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362365715576368594" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 25th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-3740197903657426084?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3740197903657426084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3740197903657426084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonderful-evening.html' title='wonderful evening'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmrzNRCprdI/AAAAAAAABug/3A4Doq9kYA8/s72-c/i+had+a+wonderful+evening+with+____+today.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-7581407734574321653</id><published>2009-07-24T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:44:11.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the wind of change</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="470" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxQ1NDlPt1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxQ1NDlPt1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="470" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright. I know you people will be like "What? What's with the song?" But hey, I'm happy today and I love this song. I liked the Singapore version as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="470" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1uCax16mDY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1uCax16mDY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="470" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I personally liked the advertisement. Is that something to be embarrassed about? Anyway, P.E was supposedly fun but because I didn't join the captain's ball, I ended up playing badminton with Shabrina. But it really felt like I was playing (because the game was freaking wild). I was also standing at the most unluckiest place while playing badminton because I got hit by the balls from ALL THE CLASSES umpteen times ! Oh, and I got hit at the head, neck, arms, back and my BUTT. Practically every part of my body yeah. I got hit by the shuttlecock too. At the most UNAPPROPRIATE AREA and the most amusing thing is that, it was so exact. HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Smm4RdAd0BI/AAAAAAAABuQ/YBnrb0oCdVs/s400/P7200695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362019441345155090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, see. I'm bloody skinny and I look like a guy?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored full marks for the spelling test ! And I'm euphoric about it because it was last minute revision. Okay okay, enough bragging already. So, I spent time with Z today after school. And I'm very, very, very, very, VERY, very, very HAPPYYYYYYYYY about it. Shan't elaborate further. I'm just glad this feeling of solitude is completely over. &lt;i&gt;I love you baby&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Enjoy your gig tomorrow but please, try to be careful. Although it is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 24th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-7581407734574321653?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7581407734574321653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7581407734574321653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-alright.html' title='it&apos;s the wind of change'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Smm4RdAd0BI/AAAAAAAABuQ/YBnrb0oCdVs/s72-c/P7200695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-4277225703001259081</id><published>2009-07-23T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:59:32.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am vulnerable to getting hurt by the people i love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmgsgXN6oVI/AAAAAAAABtg/TYj2pLDiKRw/s400/Baby+Pictures+%21+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361584290884395346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Smgy7oQacgI/AAAAAAAABuI/9QMMJYyXxNI/s400/Baby+Pictures+!+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361591356384506370" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a happy baby. Always smiling, always laughing and very, very chubby. I had nothing to worry about. No studies, no problems, no BOYFRIENDS. Everybody loves me. Everybody won't dare to hurt me. And even if they dared, my heart would just be too simple to understand the feeling of solitude. What happened? I'm sixteen. Worrying about my not-at-all splendid results, worrying about the future, worrying about the O's, worrying about boyfriends. Worse, I have a lot of health problems that nobody wants to know about. (And never will.) I'm weak. Very, very weak. I can't endure any other unstable emotions that will eventually drive me to my grave. I... Am weak. And I... Am begging &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. Stop this nonsense and make me happy. Happier than anyone else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Smgy7mbqy9I/AAAAAAAABuA/2LYJePhZ_Xo/s400/Baby+Pictures+!+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361591355894844370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Smgy7U8eD3I/AAAAAAAABt4/o3Iotl0bxhA/s400/Baby+Pictures+!+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361591351200583538" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a ticket to a very, VERY, very, very, very WILD roller coaster ride and got myself into some complicated problems that nobody can understand. I was dreaming my day away today and it's all because of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. Let me have some peace, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmgyE1GwzXI/AAAAAAAABtw/UaUOoZKBa6Y/s400/P7200692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361590414940884338" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my preliminary oral exams today and I was utterly disappointed with my picture discussion. Yes, the teacher complimented me on my reading, saying my reading was superb that she had to give me full marks for it ! BUT she was rather shocked to see me struggling for my picture discussion. Nonetheless, I did pretty well for my conversation. I didn't pause, I did not stumble on any words that I intend to say, I kept talking. In PROPER ENGLISH. With RELEVANT points. So I'm hoping for the best. Good luck to the rest of the students who will be taking the prelim oral next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 23rd of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-4277225703001259081?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4277225703001259081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4277225703001259081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-vulnerable-to-getting-hurt-by.html' title='i am vulnerable to getting hurt by the people i love'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmgsgXN6oVI/AAAAAAAABtg/TYj2pLDiKRw/s72-c/Baby+Pictures+%21+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-8998192073444712791</id><published>2009-07-20T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:20:10.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check: i'm still alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="470" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1tss6JPGoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1tss6JPGoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="470" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out, take it easy, calm down. I was absent from school today and fortunately I didn't, because I just had difficulty breathing an hour ago. (Also the reason why I blogged now.) I think I'm asthmatic because I swear I never ate prawns just now. (Alah, asthma je.) The song above makes me happy. I hope it does to you faithful readers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 21st of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-8998192073444712791?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/8998192073444712791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/8998192073444712791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/reality-check-im-still-alive.html' title='reality check: i&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-1246454714198007757</id><published>2009-07-20T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:55:21.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we speak in different languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRervb8yZI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Wqjmefb-GyU/s400/P7180688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360513562038815122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got accepted. Anyone joining too?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sent back home early today so friends, if you wondered why you never spotted me, I was at home, eating my medicine so that the allergy reaction will subside. &lt;i&gt;I wonder if the pasta I ate earlier on for recess contain prawns or prawn paste or anything that have to do with prawns.&lt;/i&gt; But nonetheless, Dad suspects I'm asthmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my digital camera to school so I have pictures taken during recess. BTW, I wore a pink Peranakan costume lent by my dear classmate, Adele. Yeah, the decision to wear Cheongsam/Qipao was cancelled because nobody had spare Cheongsam/Qipao costumes and by then, it was too late for me to get one myself. In addition, I saw a super, duper cute couple wearing black on the way to school and I was suddenly reminded of last year's RHD when Z and I wore pink together. Oh the memories~ Well, you should have seen them [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Scrollable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="padding: 0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 310px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRjcTHFxMI/AAAAAAAABsY/YVxqSyJeoFw/s400/P7190669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360518794295231682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRjcJ2DyrI/AAAAAAAABsQ/au27EjXMGdY/s400/P7190670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360518791807879858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRflCih7EI/AAAAAAAABq4/g7SIMGgRmXI/s400/P7190675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360514546419231810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRfk6azDCI/AAAAAAAABqw/ZxTF37F_aZc/s400/P7190676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360514544239316002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRfklhAUYI/AAAAAAAABqo/9Vi12XT35ns/s400/P7190681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360514538628206978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRfkIaIhFI/AAAAAAAABqg/8MUX3E-LjfE/s400/P7190682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360514530814755922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRfj0J18mI/AAAAAAAABqY/SGIoinSod1k/s400/P7190686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360514525377720930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRgZt0975I/AAAAAAAABrY/hIACyOoGdoo/s400/P7190671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360515451392487314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRgZVtVP2I/AAAAAAAABrQ/4xW9szdDoB4/s400/P7190672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360515444918009698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRgZCQp6BI/AAAAAAAABrI/kNQot-nVYZY/s400/P7190673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360515439697455122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRgY4MQOjI/AAAAAAAABrA/Bi72TaMcA2U/s400/P7190674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360515436994640434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRhvR0LKjI/AAAAAAAABsA/rWypIgf11m0/s400/P7190679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360516921341717042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRhvOoyXLI/AAAAAAAABr4/NVcoaktje0w/s400/P7190680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360516920488647858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRhu4m96LI/AAAAAAAABrw/fqE7NZPKX0o/s400/P7190683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360516914575435954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRhutegU8I/AAAAAAAABro/Rzz24vO6HpM/s400/P7190684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360516911587152834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRhukkUiiI/AAAAAAAABrg/BJ3cJAdJcjQ/s400/P7190685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360516909195627042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRise4EWzI/AAAAAAAABsI/WG7oB1p6DNc/s400/P7190678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360517972819729202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRkXnIWIII/AAAAAAAABsg/fke_Ox7gmlk/s400/omg,+u+lk+so+hot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360519813281489026" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thank you to the person who complimented me that. It was the most flattering comment I've received today although I am obviously the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Don't worry so much Baby, I'll be fine. And I'm, again, touched by your late night message. ILYSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 20th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-1246454714198007757?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1246454714198007757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1246454714198007757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-speak-in-different-languages.html' title='we speak in different languages'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmRervb8yZI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Wqjmefb-GyU/s72-c/P7180688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-3162261770887831073</id><published>2009-07-18T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:59:10.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a near-death experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmHuEL7rbZI/AAAAAAAABpw/Lb7gRYk0Cto/s400/P7180679+Edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359826787237588370" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By &lt;i&gt;Frha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking down the slope in the carpark, I felt as if the world was swallowing me up. I gasped for breath and tried to reach out to an object. In my heart, I was crying out 'air... oxygen.. please...'. And I cried when I realised I really couldn't breathe in anything. I was breathing hard. I swear I tried. I thought I was gonna die back there. And as I grasped my parents' hands tightly, the first person I thought of was HIM. Yes, Z. I couldn't understand why but I was dead serious I needed him so much. I want him to be there, complete with my family. I... Wanted to look at his face. But not being able to, makes me less willing to be alive and as a result, I wanted to give up trying to breathe. I almost gave up. Almost did. But the doctors and nurses were there to save me. And thank God. That's why I'm here now. (Although still breathing hard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S PLEASE ALWAYS BE WITH ME BABY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 18th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-3162261770887831073?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3162261770887831073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3162261770887831073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/near-death-experience.html' title='a near-death experience'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmHuEL7rbZI/AAAAAAAABpw/Lb7gRYk0Cto/s72-c/P7180679+Edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-5349318981255363714</id><published>2009-07-17T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:41:37.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally a movie date with a really cute guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCZwRD3DZI/AAAAAAAABpo/g_MBzybyIvg/s400/P7170699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359452611063254418" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that today was exhilarating/euphoric !! I was just so, so elated that today's date were a total success except for before the movie started. (It's an inside thing. YOU know, I know eh?) And do you guys wanna see who I went out with? I bet everyone is curious. Because RUMOURS just spreads like wildfire. I can't be bothered at all [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCUGmcYd-I/AAAAAAAABpI/xHO-Ad-U3F8/s400/P7160674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359446397690607586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCTKOGlR6I/AAAAAAAABo4/LANUlbs1Bx8/s400/P7160678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445360364570530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCTJ9E910I/AAAAAAAABow/IQ-qe1l-XOU/s400/P7160679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445355794388802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCTI_bWlrI/AAAAAAAABoo/pugzEx8gykM/s400/P7160668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445339245287090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCTImeqXUI/AAAAAAAABog/B9KkfEKSUGM/s400/P7160671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445332548279618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCTIabEnAI/AAAAAAAABoY/Ag31aCiEUNw/s400/P7160673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445329311996930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCUGfyGmtI/AAAAAAAABpA/JcRLSbUNIC8/s400/P7160676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359446395902663378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bonuses (featuring Zaini, taken by fXha, scrollable):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="padding: 0px; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 310px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCVZmEmSjI/AAAAAAAABpg/V_1dwkOSvN0/s400/P7160684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359447823519992370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCVZf8ry9I/AAAAAAAABpY/AixRv3n9UK4/s400/P7160683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359447821876186066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCVZFBPlsI/AAAAAAAABpQ/EAB0KWu4KhQ/s400/P7160685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359447814647551682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were pictures taken at night when we sat for a while in a park but I won't upload them. Seriously, I do pass by some people's blogs and EVERY DIRTY LITTLE PHOTOS were uploaded. I mean, who'd wanna see them BERMOTEK? Get me? Disgusting, you know. Dirty little secrets are meant for a couple to share. And not for everyone to GOSSIP about -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Went STRAIGHT home to get changed then met Z&lt;br /&gt;2) Booked the tix. For 12 people !!&lt;br /&gt;3) Followed Z home and met with his mom. And err, his big bro?&lt;br /&gt;4) KFC-ed then met up with Ira to pass the tix&lt;br /&gt;5) Watched the movie at approximately 5.40pm&lt;br /&gt;6) Went to a park at around 8 plus and took photos and talked and laughed and talked and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm home now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My temperature is, once again, 37.9 just a few minutes ago. HOW?&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S Awesome day with an awesome boyfriend. I love you. More than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 17th of July 09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-5349318981255363714?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5349318981255363714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5349318981255363714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-movie-date-with-really-cute-guy.html' title='finally a movie date with a really cute guy'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SmCZwRD3DZI/AAAAAAAABpo/g_MBzybyIvg/s72-c/P7170699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-1047427842820602018</id><published>2009-07-16T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:46:57.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ever wondered why love exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sl8CUUxa72I/AAAAAAAABoQ/jkkeVl5Sfak/s400/hope+less+less+hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359004629790814050" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By &lt;i&gt;Frha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH finally the pressure is slowly alleviating as the week's slowly closing in to the weekends. I regret sleeping while studying SS yesterday because I had a hard time remembering the facts and worse, LS ! As a result, I struggled my way through the test earlier on, wishing I could knock my head on the wall for sleeping ! Oh, it can't be helped. Blame myself for my total idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy who has semicircle eyes when he smiles sent me home from school today. And yes, true enough, I was excited to get to see him as it's been days since I last saw him. Tomorrow's OUR DAY, baby. Let's make it enjoyable while it last. (I've got to start catching up on revisions.) So, HARRY POTTER, HERE I COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I missed you too. And yes, I'm touched by your late night message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 16th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-1047427842820602018?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1047427842820602018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1047427842820602018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/ever-wondered-why-love-exist.html' title='ever wondered why love exist?'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sl8CUUxa72I/AAAAAAAABoQ/jkkeVl5Sfak/s72-c/hope+less+less+hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-2704370226603910276</id><published>2009-07-15T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:19:49.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure, pressure, go away and dont ever come back</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sl25Nc1W8eI/AAAAAAAABoA/6_G-7qngPY4/s400/DSC07913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358642772370190818" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed. Pressure's coming and it's coming in like rocks falling off the cliff ! I had fever in the afternoon and irritating coughs. But I'm alright now after taking a good, cold shower. Help me relax. And where are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;? I've always been waiting for your message after I finished school. But I guess you're busy. Busy hanging out perhaps. I have another SS test tomorrow.  Wish me luck people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I have no mood to watch Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S I have facebook. If you find me, I'd gladly accept you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 15th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-2704370226603910276?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2704370226603910276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2704370226603910276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/pressure-pressure-go-away-and-dont-ever.html' title='Pressure, pressure, go away and dont ever come back'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sl25Nc1W8eI/AAAAAAAABoA/6_G-7qngPY4/s72-c/DSC07913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-532803038230678291</id><published>2009-07-12T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:52:01.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the difference between fun and funny?</title><content type='html'>ICE AGE 3 IN 3D IS GEREKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK siols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's date was brought forward to today because we really couldn't wait to watch. The usher was cute and tall. Oh la la~ And I better snap out of it now. I shan't waste my time and energy typing out a whole chunk of words describing every little freaking thing I did today because seriously, people won't read. And this also shows I don't read long posts. SORRY ! Today was special too because Dad drove the lorry instead of the family car. And I get to sit at the back and enjoy the night winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: none ; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SltRj46J7rI/AAAAAAAABnA/XSOq2ffstQ8/s400/P7120641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357965858700914354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SltRjii89NI/AAAAAAAABm4/yit6Lk6e9rY/s400/P7120639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357965852698014930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SltRjbcvIhI/AAAAAAAABmw/dGQjgHCldvg/s400/P7120638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357965850792894994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom actually took this for me but it looks as though I was the one who snapped it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SltS5cTee5I/AAAAAAAABno/jN-pTY9p_UE/s400/P7130643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357967328491240338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SltS5KduEgI/AAAAAAAABng/0I7bUTDNcw4/s400/P7130644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357967323702366722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SltS4lGHIXI/AAAAAAAABnY/OWL1w9oc0nc/s400/P7130651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357967313671233906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SltS4UK23aI/AAAAAAAABnQ/wCwR6vzLmCg/s400/P7130664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357967309127736738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SltS4CG7V8I/AAAAAAAABnI/zOIt6U11UgY/s400/P7130660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357967304279414722" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I APOLOGISE IF I KEEP UPLOADING PHOTOS OF ME, ME AND ME ONLY. I just wanna have more pictures in the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my heart's at ease now after I've applied for DPA (Direct Poly Admission). Let's pray I'll be chosen and then I'll work super hard for the biggy O's. And guess what? My assignments for today sungguh gerek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;English summary (since I've yet to finish it though it was due today)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English conversational topics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English Nov 07 Paper 2 TYS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths Mock Test (so-called -.-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biology Practice Paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And... That's all?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like, now's already 11 plus and I've yet to start on any of them. I guess I'll be burning the midnight oil tonight and most probably, I won't be fasting tomorrow because this stupid gastritis is acting up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, &lt;b&gt;cheers to our 18th&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;You know who you are&lt;/i&gt;. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Is Frha back on facebook after leaving it dead for a pretty long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 13th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-532803038230678291?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/532803038230678291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/532803038230678291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-difference-between-fun-and-funny.html' title='what&apos;s the difference between fun and funny?'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SltRj46J7rI/AAAAAAAABnA/XSOq2ffstQ8/s72-c/P7120641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-1058897657452588463</id><published>2009-07-12T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:28:27.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to get to be with the best guy in the whole wide world</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Slnjwh4vpfI/AAAAAAAABmA/uScH85zlDiM/s400/DSC07937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357563654603515378" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdrsh was bullshit because I chose the wrong seat. Unfortunate ! So, I decided to leave during recess and called up someone to meet me. I had a wonderful time with him, I say. I mean, to get to spend time with your beloved is FANTABULOUS ! Oh yeah, I cut bangs last Tuesday. See the outcome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Slno-uW2xDI/AAAAAAAABmQ/2tGfCVEo0M8/s400/DSC08045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357569396027343922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Slno-bRtf5I/AAAAAAAABmI/5Nd_3sJAGC8/s400/DSC08042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357569390905491346" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: none ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SlnibxGVmsI/AAAAAAAABl4/bC9NlzNnCHI/s400/DSC07838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357562198398180034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SlnibhtsPII/AAAAAAAABlw/Bv7MXCyU9IU/s400/DSC07839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357562194268273794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SlnibY327II/AAAAAAAABlo/vx2l1ppvo5I/s400/DSC07849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357562191894998146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SlnibLBp-tI/AAAAAAAABlg/c_sL7jlp8dE/s400/DSC07865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357562188177996498" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, I've finally got the time and mood to upload those pictures above. Yes, when I went out with my two HOT sissies to Orchard just to watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Actually, I felt sorta out because I was the only one wearing RED. Tsk3. Next time, sissies, TELL ME WHAT COLOUR YOU GUYS ARE WEARING ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for my two dates this coming Tuesday and Friday because on Tuesday, will be watching Ice Age 3 in 3D with fam and H.P and the Half-blood Prince with someone. Alright, I'm off to eat my cinnamon melts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love you. More than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha V. on the 12th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-1058897657452588463?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1058897657452588463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1058897657452588463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-get-to-be-with-best-guy-in-whole.html' title='to get to be with the best guy in the whole wide world'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Slnjwh4vpfI/AAAAAAAABmA/uScH85zlDiM/s72-c/DSC07937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-1241610672013279321</id><published>2009-07-08T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:56:37.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck</title><content type='html'>I'm sad ah eh. Stop writing about whoever that stupid damn girl is. Seriously. And I miss my bestfriends. Yeah, Hyrude Benben and Mud Lucifer. The poly dudes with a good sense of humor. Sad life. And tomorrow's the SS test. Fuck rise of Venice because theres your darn name in it. I'm angry. I'm pissed. So fuck off dudes/dudettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I wonder if HIM and HER are already together. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-1241610672013279321?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1241610672013279321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1241610672013279321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-5023109485646609904</id><published>2009-07-03T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:55:28.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stains of blood</title><content type='html'>Guess what? Semalam aku kene rembat. Best. It feels like I really deserve it because I've hurt someone too much. He only gets sucker punches. But satu badan aku kene rembat. My body is aching like hell. And BTW, I got my head hit on the wall for several times. I don't know if I bled yesterday because it was all too chaotic and after everything is over, I realised there's stains of blood. Perhaps it wasn't mine. Thanks to Kak Ain, I'm saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, I got to watch Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen with my two HOT sisters yesterday at Orchard. And yes, I know, I'm rather late. Everyone else already watched it but so?  Pictures will be uploaded soon. Anyway, I miss someone. But I don't think it's right because I'm not with him now. CB. I'm a loner. I deserve this. It's good to know he's happy. Ah kay bye la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha Valentine on the 4th of July 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-5023109485646609904?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5023109485646609904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5023109485646609904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/stains-of-blood.html' title='Stains of blood'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-7637764616070050561</id><published>2009-06-30T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:32:16.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm damnnnn happy todayyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Skn-ArAwmGI/AAAAAAAABkI/1JwlZXclGbs/s400/Hyrude%27s+Cooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353088919605909602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This. Is Hyrude Benben (!!!). He's my first and only patient ever since I became an illegal doctor. When I'm sad, he. is. my. savior. BECAUSE. He never fails to cheer me up with his 'nobody, nobody but you.' song and dance moves. To me, he. is. very. cute. AND handsome (!) He is head over heels on the Wonder Girls, wants a wife like Megan Foxx, is huge fan of Avenged SeVeNfOlD, idolises Zackary Baker, loves and needs NUTRISOY, is the bassist of a super cool and talented band, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Devout Recital&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; and most importantly, is Frha's bestestestestest friend! And true enough, he is the best friend you can ever ask for. So Mr Khairuddin, continue making Frha and everyone else happy. HEHEHE. To sum up, I wish you all the best for your exams and semoga Hyrude success dalam semuaaaaa peperiksaan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, I'm fxcking happy today and I was happy yesterday night too. Thanks to Tutik and Hyrude. Went out with Tutik to get some admin stuffs done and also, to buy our own girls' stuff. I love my nails now because it's pink and my toe nails is freaking purplish. But I'll have to remove it tonight. I hate school. And like, the 'O' Level Oral's this Thursday for my class. Godammit. Aku takot ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: medium none ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoDSTLeTcI/AAAAAAAABkw/l3YfJcBtN_M/s400/DSC07828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353094720004181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoDSCfeQtI/AAAAAAAABko/Az1vZubXyls/s400/DSC07827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353094715524661970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoDRxRxlnI/AAAAAAAABkg/r7tTHzfOEko/s400/DSC07815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353094710903805554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoDRu5dNxI/AAAAAAAABkY/PGA7Y7BYNzI/s400/DSC07813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353094710264936210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoDRSqWx7I/AAAAAAAABkQ/_L-AJmAUrrM/s400/DSC07811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353094702685407154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoEuNF7EcI/AAAAAAAABlY/JohhBCI3P3c/s400/DSC07818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353096298918252994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoEt2T-A-I/AAAAAAAABlQ/H8o8ffneQb4/s400/DSC07826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353096292803150818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoEtbwoNVI/AAAAAAAABlI/I-vhSUIQLCs/s400/DSC07825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353096285675599186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoEtOJwzAI/AAAAAAAABlA/2zTsD1IsPvU/s400/DSC07823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353096282022923266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkoEsykHRCI/AAAAAAAABk4/snlNPV64FlU/s400/DSC07822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353096274617254946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Sorry eh jantan2 bawah block, Tutik tak interested, aku malas nak kenal2. Ok thanks. Berambos sekarang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-7637764616070050561?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7637764616070050561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7637764616070050561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-damnnnn-happy-todayyyyyy.html' title='I&apos;m damnnnn happy todayyyyyy.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Skn-ArAwmGI/AAAAAAAABkI/1JwlZXclGbs/s72-c/Hyrude%27s+Cooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-4260929489070459864</id><published>2009-06-29T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:39:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask me why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkjNazVYoVI/AAAAAAAABkA/-ubvdHYYCVE/s400/don%27t+touch+me.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352754017470030162" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkjNU1dGcwI/AAAAAAAABjw/mtFZ_F5QfzU/s400/Traumatized.+Today.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352753914960048898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkjNUl-JLjI/AAAAAAAABjo/5jK6-ZbQ8jk/s400/AND+for+life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352753910803672626" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt..............................................Deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha Valentine on the 29th of June 09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-4260929489070459864?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4260929489070459864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4260929489070459864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-ask-me-why.html' title='Don&apos;t ask me why.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkjNazVYoVI/AAAAAAAABkA/-ubvdHYYCVE/s72-c/don%27t+touch+me.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-7510008063372070457</id><published>2009-06-27T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:49:23.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkZbScOuEXI/AAAAAAAABjg/fWFoZcFv02A/s400/DSC07758+%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065579550118258" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue, this post isn't meant for any of you but for a special someone. Leave if you don't bloody care. Read if you're curious. But please, comments to yourself because seriously, I don't fucking care about hate tags; it's only gonna leave you being a pathetic loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Foryou.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: I'll reply tags asap. Sorry for the delay. I'm really, really sorry! Please forgive me dear friends who bothered to tag. I love you guys so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha Valentine on the 27th of June 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-7510008063372070457?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7510008063372070457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7510008063372070457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-is-special.html' title='He is special.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkZbScOuEXI/AAAAAAAABjg/fWFoZcFv02A/s72-c/DSC07758+%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-153187857803334936</id><published>2009-06-24T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:10:54.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop it like woah. HAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/WebcamWithHubbyDearest.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawsh. Like suddenly, I had to reminisce back to the times when Mom invited Baby over to eat with us at Lau Pa Sat, including my grandparents and great grandmother. All thanks to Hidayah when she mentioned about her boyfriend. HAHAHA. Alright, I've been sacrificing my night for Baby. Yes, we've been having webcam sessions for a few days now. But I feel pathetic though. Because we've not met up for days and I actually have to cry right in front of him just because I miss him too much. Pathetic, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have overdue pictures that I must upload here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, pictures when Kim came over to my housy yesterday. So coolios one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: none ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkH52CDZdwI/AAAAAAAABjY/AYi5TAboVYQ/s400/P6230602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350832538952234754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkHuKgJzZ6I/AAAAAAAABiY/P4PRXkXhQ_Q/s400/P6230588.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819696490014626" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkHuJrT9MAI/AAAAAAAABiQ/ALznGZDUsN4/s400/P6230548.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819682305519618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkHuIrFFvuI/AAAAAAAABiI/VcaKYVcha2U/s400/P6230550.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819665063296738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkHuG_L3ZFI/AAAAAAAABiA/8nU6Ga3Hu2I/s400/P6230551.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819636100686930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkHuEo_srKI/AAAAAAAABh4/qV1kxFbxdi4/s400/P6230552.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350819595784334498" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, photography I've collected so far. Frha minat photography? Macam paham. I know I don't look like the sort. But heck, my business ah. Anyway, if you're a photography expert and you happened to pass by here and noticed I lack of certain skills needed, feel free to tag me or more politely, mail me at fxckscene@gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: none ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkHy9w-hYiI/AAAAAAAABi4/0oW9GueYwac/s400/DSC07621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350824975225938466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkHy9YorHhI/AAAAAAAABiw/IhhA5A6Fl6M/s400/DSC07612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350824968691850770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkHy9PQTbMI/AAAAAAAABio/R50axoSxKeI/s400/DSC07604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350824966173715650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkHy8qDfxNI/AAAAAAAABig/OsrTimh_oH4/s400/Photography+A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350824956187886802" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the time when Tutik BFB and I went to Admiralty Park PAGI2 BUTA just to jog. Best and she's a natural-born photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: none ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkH0Z3TwpTI/AAAAAAAABjI/Fsn_txyqw7s/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350826557473596722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkH0ZZ9Qd6I/AAAAAAAABjA/75NxwjXx9S0/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350826549594584994" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/throwingstones.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this picture from the internet when I chatted with The Guy Who Has A Cat Named Scrappy Coco yesterday because I wanted to prove to him that I CAN throw stones at him. He's freaking hilarious man. And below's his version. He is actually more evil than me. See, look at the blood oozing out from my face profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/zeldastonethrow.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked siol him.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I actually made 2 cover songs yesterday as well; Harder Than You Know by ETF and Dani by A Smile From The Trenches. 3 guys already heard it and commented. If you, too, are interested, mail me at fxckscene@gmail. Okay, Frha tengah perasaan sekarang. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkH4YDBio7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/8K1GwfOWNm8/s400/The+girl+who+stopped+wondering.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350830924305179570" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, try scrolling on the picture above at a super fast rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Frha Valentine on the 24th of June 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-153187857803334936?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/153187857803334936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/153187857803334936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/drop-it-like-woah-hahaha.html' title='Drop it like woah. HAHAHA.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SkH52CDZdwI/AAAAAAAABjY/AYi5TAboVYQ/s72-c/P6230602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-3184959093094141713</id><published>2009-06-22T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:03:34.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After hiatus, comes updates.</title><content type='html'>Weird title, I very much realised that. You don't have to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-Ws4dPKII/AAAAAAAABhA/VuiIEEnJHXw/s400/DSC07709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350160580152862850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I'm just plain lazy to even get my hands to blog, much less reading people's blogs. Yes, I'm so sorry. The zoo trip. I so wanna know what happened. But I'm just too lazy to visit. Perhaps next time, when I'm 'hardworking' enough literally. I'll tag when I visit then. And I so wanna go to the movies this Wednesday although my Dad isn't letting me go out because of what happened. Anyone wanna bring me out? I got one date already. But I'm not sure if I should accept. Baby, be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are certain updates if there are any of you who desperately wanna know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;1) Mom finally graduated from her nursing course in which she passed and received the best active student award. It's no surprise because she is rather loud and super active. I love her and I'm proud of her. Nobody's Mom can be better than her. Nak fight? Nah, I'm joking. Hidop tak mesra tanpe gurauan. Adelah orang tu pernah kete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to celebrate Father's Day in advance since I planned on treating Dad Pizza Hut on Sunday but he says there's really no need because the only thing he wants is for me to go to Poly. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And then went to the night market at Changi and bought a watch. Because Dad says he should be the one to spend money instead of the other way round. But the watch was cheap. Lol. Only 15. HAHAHA. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Just accompanied parents to Fairprice at AMK Hub to buy things and then my head spinned but I chose to act healthy as I didn't wanna alarm Mom and Dad on a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Which is today. My 3 BESTFRIENDS came over to finish their F&amp;N coursework. And yes, we had the best time ever because I can only laugh the hardest when I'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have pictures. Obviously. Click on them for larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-Z1W0HevI/AAAAAAAABhg/KlfWjaaDBs8/s1600-h/P6200535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-Z1W0HevI/AAAAAAAABhg/KlfWjaaDBs8/s400/P6200535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164024275729138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: none ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-SL8gVrWI/AAAAAAAABf4/hicApsAZOLc/s400/P6190455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155616257420642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-SLuJ7doI/AAAAAAAABfw/6DywJzglOoI/s400/P6190464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155612405331586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-SLbj0JUI/AAAAAAAABfo/77dGQ9YJ16A/s400/P6190465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155607413630274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-SLEwD5CI/AAAAAAAABfg/NmjDNH4Ppw8/s400/P6190470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155601290978338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-SKqC_zbI/AAAAAAAABfY/_2_ncOlo4d0/s400/P6190475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350155594122644914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-TX3vMPnI/AAAAAAAABgY/C89ENR957bk/s1600-h/P6190439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-TX3vMPnI/AAAAAAAABgY/C89ENR957bk/s400/P6190439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156920647597682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-TXnhNv5I/AAAAAAAABgQ/BtPjHNtEflQ/s1600-h/P6190440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-TXnhNv5I/AAAAAAAABgQ/BtPjHNtEflQ/s400/P6190440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156916294008722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-TXTu-W_I/AAAAAAAABgI/WagbBTVqywA/s400/P6190441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156910983011314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-TXAVdiOI/AAAAAAAABgA/HmjhchAeCuw/s400/P6190453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156905775728866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-XunRVYsI/AAAAAAAABhY/WMJaAx5jdd4/s400/P6200530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161709410902722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-Z1r507rI/AAAAAAAABho/lKwo505C_Qo/s1600-h/P6200534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-Z1r507rI/AAAAAAAABho/lKwo505C_Qo/s400/P6200534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164029936823986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-XuNjWnLI/AAAAAAAABhI/YB8r6AzTQsQ/s400/P6200541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161702507158706" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-cgrwBStI/AAAAAAAABhw/RCqtgCo-VHQ/s400/P6190495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350166967653321426" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on 22nd June by Frha Valentine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-3184959093094141713?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3184959093094141713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3184959093094141713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-hiatus-comes-updates.html' title='After hiatus, comes updates.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sj-Ws4dPKII/AAAAAAAABhA/VuiIEEnJHXw/s72-c/DSC07709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-3243968038763631941</id><published>2009-06-12T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:57:44.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In simple english I deliver my thoughts to a special someone'/><title type='text'>Our 17th</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missed SPA on Mon then go to the library with Tutik and met Baby then went home with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went SPA on Tue then go to the library with Tutik and met Baby and Alham then went home with Baby and Tutik.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went SPA on Wed again then went home with Baby then slept over at Tutik's house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went jogging on Thu with Tutik then go home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accompanied Baby to the polyclinic yesterday then had lots of fun then laugh cos freaking funny cos he did something sweet the day before the before (Thursday).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Bro dapat scholarship siol and he's taking it today but he doesn't want it so I'll tell him to give me the money instead. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My neighbour gave durians.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My foot is aching like hell cos I accidentally hit on the edge of the wood table in my home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, my house is full of wood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're official (You know, I know eh Sweetheart?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Adilah, aku serious ble aku cakap aku suke bljr. HAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TODAY IS OUR 17TH!!!!!!!! May us last long with bliss, Honey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complain.&lt;br /&gt;I started the bickering.&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I loved but I hurt you still.&lt;br /&gt;I want.&lt;br /&gt;I demand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm forcing perfections.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved.&lt;br /&gt;You cared.&lt;br /&gt;You ignored my mistakes, MY FLAWS.&lt;br /&gt;You blamed yourself and only you.&lt;br /&gt;Not once have you pushed the blame to me.&lt;br /&gt;You dared to love the most horrible girlfriend a guy can have.&lt;br /&gt;You believed... In me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I don't need your gifts.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to feel the love, the care, the security.&lt;br /&gt;I ask for nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you complete my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cheers to our 17th dear boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My heart belongs to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 13th June 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-3243968038763631941?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3243968038763631941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3243968038763631941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-17th.html' title='Our 17th'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-1982856414743899156</id><published>2009-06-06T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:57:07.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If saying sorry is all you could bloody fucking say</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqHGJeX8yI/AAAAAAAABcQ/cKSevWdkcDQ/s400/P6060386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344232447520797474" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead on one's feet. (I learnt that in dictionary.com. HEEEE.) I'm not really the english2 type of person la. And I don't plan to. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had so much fun today! I went to one of Mom's colleagues's party and watched Drumline (2002), and camwhored (&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:8pt;" &gt;mind you, their camwhoring is REALLY CAMWHORING. They won't care if they fucking stepped on your foot and will push you if you get into their way of the camera. Damn funnayyee siol&lt;/span&gt;.) and ate, and ate, and ATE and watched The Prince and Me (2004). Her friends were damn hilarious and if invited again, I'd love to go! Pictures are below. Scroll to see all. The rest of the pictures are in the other cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: none ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqfKfxf-8I/AAAAAAAABeI/kfOIq_5_R0s/s1600-h/P6060382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqfKfxf-8I/AAAAAAAABeI/kfOIq_5_R0s/s400/P6060382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344258910505139138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqOUiKSp3I/AAAAAAAABdA/CZGW2A27rZ8/s400/P6060345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344240391247013746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh-huh, itu mat pat lantai memang sejadah. Aku baru habes solat. Good girl, right? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqOUV52AWI/AAAAAAAABc4/Qz9ktl2OHPM/s400/P6060408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344240387956801890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqOUD_lFiI/AAAAAAAABcw/wLoiXOGRVq4/s400/P6060384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344240383149020706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqOT9vaWaI/AAAAAAAABco/fUeYWpBC4HA/s400/P6060377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344240381470595490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqOT5V8Q_I/AAAAAAAABcg/0LCaXNvnvGg/s400/P6060376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344240380290024434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqTFGzaLiI/AAAAAAAABd4/CPaNCYRCSRw/s400/P6060397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344245623763381794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqTE7P4csI/AAAAAAAABdw/QMUvsfpXuBA/s400/P6060396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344245620661580482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqSpHQ-urI/AAAAAAAABdo/XZ4ofOUQ7uM/s400/P6060395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344245142851074738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqSpGxSsEI/AAAAAAAABdg/nuCnut8UHnI/s400/P6060394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344245142718165058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqSo_PyDnI/AAAAAAAABdY/iP2uvxyMX6Q/s400/P6060391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344245140698566258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqSomvQB8I/AAAAAAAABdQ/JPZXqB6PUSo/s400/P6060390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344245134119667650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqSoXAlrXI/AAAAAAAABdI/9yKA2HlFruM/s400/P6060388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344245129897422194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqTi28bcoI/AAAAAAAABeA/2oOeLCmJPHI/s400/P6060370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344246134902321794" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 6th June 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-1982856414743899156?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1982856414743899156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1982856414743899156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-saying-sorry-is-all-you-could-bloody.html' title='If saying sorry is all you could bloody fucking say'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiqHGJeX8yI/AAAAAAAABcQ/cKSevWdkcDQ/s72-c/P6060386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-2690933560251347571</id><published>2009-06-05T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:32:45.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't make me happy, then at least don't make me sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sijlchl9wOI/AAAAAAAABcI/axoedqoEqDo/s400/DSC06327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343773236091797730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEE. Mud is making me laugh till I think my stomach's gonna explode. He is freaking hilarious. A great friend when in need, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 5th June 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-2690933560251347571?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2690933560251347571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2690933560251347571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-cant-make-me-happy-then-at-least.html' title='If you can&apos;t make me happy, then at least don&apos;t make me sad'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sijlchl9wOI/AAAAAAAABcI/axoedqoEqDo/s72-c/DSC06327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-5805465236377117426</id><published>2009-06-03T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:50:46.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me, hate me, say what you want about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 96px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiYqxBDLojI/AAAAAAAABb4/yZ36yM06tQk/s400/5x9bskw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343005029505409586" /&gt; I can't help feeling vexed right now. As a result, I can't focus on anything! I was already feeling jubilant in school, enthusiastic to do a lot of revisions but whilst on the way home, I was so upset over that person. &lt;i&gt;Perhaps it's my fault because I didn't inform you earlier. But I was very upset and I have nothing to cheer me up. At least, you have your friends around you to cheer you up. What's more, you have rock-climbing. You're having so much fun. I'm sure you'll forgot about me by then. Today's the last day and it's all spoiled.&lt;/i&gt; Once again, I'll be a very, very, very, VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY downcast-ed person for the rest of the holidays. I blame myself for everything. It's all my fault. I think it's better if God takes away my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to those whom I've offended. And I'd like to thank all of my friends who had been by my side in times when I was down. BTW, I sort of lost my phone. I was too upset to even pay attention to where I was walking. And I don't even know where I left my phone. Sigh. There won't be anyone else texting me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-5805465236377117426?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5805465236377117426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5805465236377117426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-me-hate-me-say-what-you-want-about.html' title='Love me, hate me, say what you want about me'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiYqxBDLojI/AAAAAAAABb4/yZ36yM06tQk/s72-c/5x9bskw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-6271745850007708721</id><published>2009-06-01T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:40:15.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A person's a person, no matter how small</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;* ALL TAGS WILL BE REPLIED AT YOUR OWN BLOGS, UNLESS OF COURSE IF YOU DON'T OWN ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiPCAW-7ZJI/AAAAAAAABbY/cuSU5k-w_os/s400/P6010343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342326894416848018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiPCAJybpfI/AAAAAAAABbQ/7VqhLJl5Jk4/s400/P6010334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342326890874775026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be busy prolly due to the upcoming lessons in the morning and SPA in the afternoons and of course, I'll be busy studying my ass off every night. Hence, I'll be too busy to even on my laptop, let alone blogging. As a result, I'll write a lot today (which means my post is gonna be detailed) and if you get bored somehow in any way, you can always continue reading the next time round (like as if anybody reads). Whatever, I shiok sendiri je lah kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two pictures above are actually my confirmation slip in which I have no idea how it turned out that way. The reason why I'm actually uploading the picture is because there's a story behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at approximately 5.45 am although I had already planned on waking up at 5.30am. And take note that I only woke up at that time because Mom had woken me up. I had already snoozed the time till 6. And yes, I might be late by that time because I take a pretty long time in the shower. I'm quite a shower-fanatic kind of person? In other words, I am very particular about hygiene. But environmental-hygiene-wise, not really. You should visit my room some time. Mark my words, it's never neat and it could most prolly be the most messiest room in the entire universe. Messier than a guy's room I suppose? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went to school with Tutik because I wanted her to accompany me get the confirmation slip from the General Office (G.O). And yes, you might be wondering why is it so last minute. No, the school isn't at fault. I was absent on the day the confirmation slip was distributed as I had severe rashes. Once I reached school, I took quicker steps towards the G.O and immediately asked for the confirmation slip. As expected, the clerk wouldn't have it and she told me to wait. I was feeling panicky all of a sudden because without the confirmation slip, I might not be able to sit for the exams, true? Waited and still, NO NEWS. That's it, my patience is wearing thin. Shabrina urged me to inform Ms Sharifah about it and thankfully, she was of great help. However, at last, dear Ms Amizah was the one who passed me the confirmation slip. Thank GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's have a short break, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stNBNpNkMPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/stNBNpNkMPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's a little too long. Anyway, Lee Min-ho is HOT. And I still can't stop my eyes from seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after much pain-wrecking practices and memorising, the paper I'll be sitting for had finally arrived. I can't tell you how much 'OMG' I had to insert throughout the time I was sitting at the canteen, waiting for the paper to start. I had butterflies in my stomach and yes, I had a myriad of thoughts whirling around in my mind. Thinking how the paper would be like. Thinking which essay question I should pick. Thinking would I forget the meanings of the peribahasa. And the outcome turned out just fine. Well, paper 1 was cool. But paper 2 turned out otherwise. It was completely arduous I should say. Or maybe not completely. I salute those who thinks paper 2 was chicken feet. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peribahasa, prosedur kloz, as well as the kefahaman bahagian B was alright. Oh, not forgetting the bina ayat. The ones that were killing me were the imbuhan section and the kefahaman bahagian C. I swear to you, with the scorching weather, I felt like I was gonna faint! Luckily, with God's willing, I was able to withstand the weather a little bit and concentrate on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, I'll just have to wish good luck for the results to all the 'O' Level MT paper takers and that, I could feel the weight from my shoulders being lifted just a little bit. I still have 6 more subjects in November you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, Tutik and I went to Admiralty to get my confirmation slip laminated (since I just got it today), along with Adilah since she's walking on the same route as us. After which, we walked back home. Once home, Little Bro asked how my paper went (very unexpected) and I had to intromit every single comments I had on the paper. I ended up getting laughed at. Agh, I should have seen that coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiPNuoDlEvI/AAAAAAAABbo/-9gwjObbQHY/s400/P5300317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342339783901647602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiPNuvFw_SI/AAAAAAAABbg/7lFnyStoLBY/s400/P5300312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342339785789865250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sista (you should know who you are as you're the only sister I have currently) called to ask if she could come over but Dad said we had problems so I have to refrain myself from bringing any more friends home. I'm so sorry Sista. Perhaps next time we shall meet and I can collect the item as well. Speaking of which, I bought another item from Sista and her gang's blogshop. HAHA. I'm a big fan of their blogshop, really and I will do anything I can to support them. So people, if you're even reading this far, be it tomorrow or the day after, do support them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;MUPPETS IN THE BUCKET.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/span&gt;. Support them! They're cooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have to get the english speech and chemistry practical done before tomorrow. But first I'd like to indulge myself with my favourite Kway Teow Goreng (Mama one) my Dad bought. Or is it replaced with Mee Hoon goreng. Oh well, whatever it is, I'm cool with it because I'm starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care yo people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I LOVE YOU BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 1st June 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-6271745850007708721?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/6271745850007708721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/6271745850007708721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/persons-person-no-matter-how-small.html' title='A person&apos;s a person, no matter how small'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiPCAW-7ZJI/AAAAAAAABbY/cuSU5k-w_os/s72-c/P6010343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-5277256783893996951</id><published>2009-05-31T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:08:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and night</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiJiRV35tVI/AAAAAAAABaw/FaHMJJtuZng/s400/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341940158083741010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by &lt;i&gt;the only one who never asked, Zaini.&lt;/i&gt; (14/02)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agonizing. Fermenting. Fluttering. Oppression. Depression. And thankfully, I had Baby to keep me alive and I can't help feeling buoyant about it throughout the day. That sudden yet sweet message... GEE, &lt;i&gt;I love you.&lt;/i&gt; And suddenly, I can't wait to get ALL of the 'O' Level papers done because &lt;i&gt;we've&lt;/i&gt; so many plans lined up. HMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lucks to those who'll be taking the MT 'O' Level paper tomorrow. Whatever the outcome may be, just remember, we've done our very best and there's no point harping over something that's done. Yes, let bygones be bygones/ what's done is done, whatever you wanna call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 31st May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-5277256783893996951?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5277256783893996951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/5277256783893996951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-and-night.html' title='Day and night'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SiJiRV35tVI/AAAAAAAABaw/FaHMJJtuZng/s72-c/DSC00010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-949966810565231308</id><published>2009-05-28T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:25:00.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous acts of idiocy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sh9M3uyyRqI/AAAAAAAABYI/-1hqBPB1-KY/s400/P5280259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341072203422254754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: 0px solid ; 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HAHA. We ended up goofing around - just like when I came over to her house the other day - but this time, took wacky shots. Lol. And yes, you might have guessed it all along too. I was scratching all the way and Tutik can't help but laugh at me. HAHAHA. The list below will show you how anticipating and ridiculous my to-do list can be. Oh and yes, I can't attend today's, FINAL MT intensive revision because unfortunately, the rashes just won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MY TO-DO LIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To study smart for MT O's that will be held this coming Monday. &lt;li&gt;To get rid of rashes asap. &lt;li&gt;To think of Baby when I have free time. &lt;li&gt;To draw Baby's cute toothy when I'm bored. &lt;li&gt;To finish eating all the Magnum almond and solero ice-cream in the fridge. &lt;li&gt;To snap candid pictures of Baby. &lt;li&gt;To campak taik at Farzanah.&lt;li&gt; To cut hair (or maybe bangs too). &lt;li&gt;To stop procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 29th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-949966810565231308?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/949966810565231308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/949966810565231308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/ridiculous-acts-of-idiocy.html' title='Ridiculous acts of idiocy'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sh9M3uyyRqI/AAAAAAAABYI/-1hqBPB1-KY/s72-c/P5280259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-2450562322026217310</id><published>2009-05-27T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:45:44.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy took its course</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sh4yeMyrgAI/AAAAAAAABYA/rLqoqGeZOOA/s400/combined.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340761702519242754" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of the intensive MT and given my current condition, it seems that I'm unable to attend the class. Fuck these rashes because they're fuggin' stubborn. Just get off my skin, will ya? How I wish my skin would shed just like how snakes do. I wish I'm a snake -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also over-the-top today as Baby finally topped up his pp8 card and that means, I can contact him as and when I like! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMS will always and ever be the lamest schoolwork I've ever done in my whole entire life. It's best if I just come to school with my calamine lotioned skin and red, swollen face today for normal lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 28th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-2450562322026217310?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2450562322026217310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2450562322026217310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/jealousy-took-its-course.html' title='Jealousy took its course'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sh4yeMyrgAI/AAAAAAAABYA/rLqoqGeZOOA/s72-c/combined.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-4182168935335886146</id><published>2009-05-27T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:30:36.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes both hands to clap but one hand to slap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sh07akaD06I/AAAAAAAABXg/aqjeIoQdmWs/s400/kisses.+loves..BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340490060766892962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; I missed school because I'm suffering from severe rashes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spent the whole day reading the malay dictionary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm downcasted now because I find the english vocabulary simpler to learn though I'm malay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom is buying Mac's again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sad again because I miss him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm also sad because one of my friends is sad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom bought durian!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm eating solero while blogging on my beloved laptop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sh0_ABH_hnI/AAAAAAAABXo/78XfRL8YI78/s400/some+ppl+gt+me+wrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340494002665784946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 27th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-4182168935335886146?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4182168935335886146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4182168935335886146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-takes-both-hands-to-clap-but-one.html' title='It takes both hands to clap but one hand to slap.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sh07akaD06I/AAAAAAAABXg/aqjeIoQdmWs/s72-c/kisses.+loves..BMP' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-6667833455693273238</id><published>2009-05-26T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:18:51.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and dance with me, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"I was mesmerized by 4E2's, impressed by 4E3's, admired by 4E4's and amused by 4E5's performances."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: 0px solid ; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvS0vxjdWI/AAAAAAAABWY/Z-PFSzZg7jc/s400/SNV36137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340093586797196642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge the 3 shots above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvUz5T3t1I/AAAAAAAABXY/QGzLlKYoO00/s400/P5260253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340095771200436050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvUzjHWK9I/AAAAAAAABXQ/11WsuyB8U8Q/s400/P5260246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340095765242325970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvUzZt3P_I/AAAAAAAABXI/MHBz7yJuYJo/s400/P5260245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340095762719522802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvUYp0TBTI/AAAAAAAABXA/OoZdewtd94w/s400/P5260240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340095303185007922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvUYdTngLI/AAAAAAAABW4/yMZ8MPAzaRA/s400/P5260239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340095299826712754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvUYKmFGgI/AAAAAAAABWw/YMTzRHJzXf8/s400/P5260237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340095294803876354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvUYLIX53I/AAAAAAAABWo/mr8xaFChVbc/s400/P5260235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340095294947714930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvUX2MTyOI/AAAAAAAABWg/H841jw-ZJME/s400/P5260233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340095289327077602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvSzqbpoeI/AAAAAAAABWA/j15nXR2TpQ8/s400/SNV36119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340093568183280098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvSzFQF_wI/AAAAAAAABV4/z59XK-GBdic/s400/SNV36118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340093558202695426" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1E1 started the competition adorably and 5N2 ended the competition with great enthusiasm. Without further ado, I'd like to congratulate my awesome class, 4E1, for clinching in second for the cheering competition! Honestly, given the horrible outcome the class cheer turned out to be, I felt it was rather unexpected that we came in second. What's more, when 4E3 was announced the third, I lost all hope and decided to just watch how the class performed through I'm-not-sure whose camera. Surprisingly, not only did 4E1 got under the top 3 but also, clinched the second position for the upper sec category! Cool much? HEEEEEEEEE. So after hearing the exhilarating news, I did nothing but jumped around, hi5-ing people and SCREAMEDDDDDDDDDD till my voice literally became hoarse. Lolllllllllllll! Anyway, congratulations 4E3 and 4E2, especially 4E2's! Theirs were fantastic, fabulous and OUTSTANDING. Indeed the best of the best. Oh, the lower secondary's were exciting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mac's right after school with Tutik, Khairul and Syazwan. Tutik went over to my place thereafter to enjoy our hearts out before the upcoming 'O' Level MT exams. To sum up, I must say I had a splendid time today, thanks to my darling friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 26th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-6667833455693273238?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/6667833455693273238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/6667833455693273238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-and-dance-with-me-baby.html' title='Come and dance with me, baby'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShvS0LxQixI/AAAAAAAABWQ/awrvP4NWajc/s72-c/SNV36136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-1522601933582135552</id><published>2009-05-25T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:17:31.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exact replica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Izzuan, you freaking better get your ass off to school tomorrow or I'm gonna knock your door down and drag you to school!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Shqo93oDVNI/AAAAAAAABVw/R8vvgoCNkZA/s400/teddy+bear+affair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339766089058571474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... MT intensive revision was rather exciting! What I meant was, it wasn't as boring as I thought it would turn out to be. Tomorrow's finally THE DAY. Err, it's only a CHEER COMPETITION actually and my aim isn't to bloody win this thing but have fun with it. So good luck to all of the classes out there who had been consistently showing enthusiasm and putting in effort all for the sake of this competition. Not forgetting, all the best 4E1! Fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B to the O to the...? LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Shabrina be happy! You've got a pretty smile so do smile often ok sweets. HEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 25th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-1522601933582135552?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1522601933582135552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/1522601933582135552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/exact-replica.html' title='Exact replica'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Shqo93oDVNI/AAAAAAAABVw/R8vvgoCNkZA/s72-c/teddy+bear+affair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-8754699899357436107</id><published>2009-05-24T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:59:41.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: 0px solid ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 500px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkR5EyQ_KI/AAAAAAAABTw/1LqDHVu9Zhw/s400/DSC07529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339318505459219618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkSSovEf8I/AAAAAAAABT4/SD_WLAdghyE/s400/DSC00654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339318944606224322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkTbMMfT-I/AAAAAAAABUg/a6GaKuTaDHw/s400/DSC00684.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320191075438562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkTawVLVkI/AAAAAAAABUY/RhS9IPAN0hs/s400/DSC00686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320183595685442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkTagOgfmI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UdogZfB07x0/s400/DSC07503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320179272744546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkTarwDp9I/AAAAAAAABUI/jNqeFPx9IQ0/s400/DSC07505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320182366250962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkTaa5iOZI/AAAAAAAABUA/iAeeagAI1wY/s400/DSC07514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320177842600338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkUGqiP2yI/AAAAAAAABVI/QpDr3tLm9CY/s400/DSC00659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320937954138914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkUGX-EK6I/AAAAAAAABVA/W5n1NZGGIx0/s400/DSC07498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320932970539938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkUGHCsQtI/AAAAAAAABU4/YW0iY4oToDA/s400/DSC00679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320928426541778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkUF-YF4iI/AAAAAAAABUw/H-oUz8Oxzs4/s400/DSC00680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320926100382242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkUF27Ss6I/AAAAAAAABUo/-kvJWuL7jd0/s400/DSC00682.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339320924100539298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkWcXyWK9I/AAAAAAAABVo/0xy7RKX0RTU/s400/DSC07508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323509901765586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkWcaGjZuI/AAAAAAAABVg/EFQJIZfWepA/s400/DSC07500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323510523389666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkWcDQz-jI/AAAAAAAABVY/-RVGnJA-3vI/s400/DSC07499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323504392403506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkWb_yRyRI/AAAAAAAABVQ/vsJAN5lAcec/s400/DSC00657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339323503459027218" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally received the items I bought from Fzn's blogshop. WEEEEEE. And I'm sick of hating people. Why do people have to be goddamn irritating as to make me detest them? Hello, that girl seriously needs a wake up call. She can be so devious as to speak ill of us behind our backs and then pretend to be innocent in front of us. Come on, we know what you've been saying about us girl. It's about time you confess, HERNIATI. I've yet to completely hate you so don't make me. This also goes out to Big Sis. When are you gonna explain? My patience is wearing thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, am I so mean? Am I so fucking annoying that people have to detest me so much? What did I do to make those people think I'm such an easy target to bully? I'm trying to be nice to everyone around me because life is too short to harbor hatred. Sadly, I'm having a hard time trying to please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Because apparently, I'm the only one in the world who can accept you as what you are. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 24th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-8754699899357436107?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/8754699899357436107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/8754699899357436107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/forever-sisters.html' title='Forever sisters'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShkR5EyQ_KI/AAAAAAAABTw/1LqDHVu9Zhw/s72-c/DSC07529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-7013898737326462683</id><published>2009-05-22T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:03:55.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A preceding intimacy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="border: 0px solid ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 500px;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SharPJx6cGI/AAAAAAAABTo/9N0RKfTrgDE/s400/P4190192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338642685105959010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SharO1AWUvI/AAAAAAAABTg/xzFU9aMb8U4/s400/DSC07476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338642679529362162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SharOpx_7aI/AAAAAAAABTY/9VBqmTOOBTQ/s400/DSC07466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338642676516384162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SharORCMfDI/AAAAAAAABTQ/pCGCM0abbsI/s400/DSC07430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338642669873429554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was overflowing with sarcasms in which I find it hard to catch at first (not my usual self as I can interpret sarcasms well). Ironic much? Shan't elaborate further. Anyway, I had a wonderful time with Baby today and yes, I sacrificed the cheering practice for him. You may say whatever you like about me (like I don't care and stuff), but I don't really give a damn. Shan't elaborate further on the meet-up as well as it is our little secret. Thankfully, he made the day a splendid one as I was depressed over Dad's reaction over the MYE results; the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dreadful&lt;/span&gt; results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had gone fishing by the time I reached home and so, had dinner with Mom at Fork &amp;amp; Spoon since something happened at Causeway. Or rather, TO CAUSEWAY POINT. In addition, Mom bought a beautiful dress in which I sort of sulked because she keeps on splurging on beautiful clothes. However, she promised to buy me new dresses once she receive her pay. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Oh GOD, I have to work hard for my prelims because Mom has so much faith in me although I did terribly for MYE. HMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FT7993DPPnM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FT7993DPPnM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ending off with another CF with Koo Hye Sun. Just watch, it's a cute story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm working hard for 'O' Level MT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 22nd May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-7013898737326462683?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7013898737326462683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7013898737326462683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/preceding-intimacy.html' title='A preceding intimacy.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SharPJx6cGI/AAAAAAAABTo/9N0RKfTrgDE/s72-c/P4190192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-3931707743756266769</id><published>2009-05-21T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:28:21.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stay up till you're next to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShVS0tWHW_I/AAAAAAAABTI/0OzNIGgOEQQ/s400/P5200238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338263998796618738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class had "intensive" cheering practice today and I was most frustrated when a few of our classmates were not cooperative. The most irritating fact was one of them was even so fucking devious as to ignore us though we were politely calling out to him. Thankfully, Adele, Dinah and others are shall not mention took the much-needed initiative to suggest a few ideas for the cheer. I had to admit it was exhausting when Shabrina and I had to demonstrate the steps (in which half was choreographed by Tutik, and the other half by Shabrina and I). GOD, I was almost fainting as I tried to tolerate the unbearable gastric pains I had due to not eating since morning. They plan on rehearsing again tomorrow and I'm still unsure whether or not I should sacrifice Baby over this. Oh the dilemma -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtKx5fR2ACg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtKx5fR2ACg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lee Min Ho is hot. The video above only takes about 22 seconds of your time BTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 21st May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-3931707743756266769?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3931707743756266769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3931707743756266769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-stay-up-till-youre-next-to-me.html' title='I stay up till you&apos;re next to me'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShVS0tWHW_I/AAAAAAAABTI/0OzNIGgOEQQ/s72-c/P5200238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-220186431244573370</id><published>2009-05-19T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:11:21.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversized tee, decent hairstyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShOLEZUZdDI/AAAAAAAABS4/wUs_MVkJ0nQ/s400/DSC07444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337762890996347954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7.45AM and thought today's a Saturday and since nobody woke me up even, I continued my sleep. I woke up at 10.34AM only to realise that I'm hungry but I ignored that and went back to sleep. I woke up at 11.06AM and finally realised, TODAY'S WEDNESDAY. And nobody woke me up! *Dong saeng was excused as he is on MC. BTW, the timing isn't really accurate, it's just a rough estimation I made. Thus, I'm absent from school. Honestly, I'm disappointed as there's Chemistry practical today and knowingly weak in it, I've missed it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found a 'How to be korean' kit on the net. And these are some of the guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the foods beyond kimchi and galbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Shin Ramyun&lt;br /&gt;"ramen" is the Japanese stuff&lt;br /&gt;(Koreans drink soymilk because they can't take dairy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Buy boxes of gigantic pears and fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;(Parents give them as gifts when they visit other families.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)The OG energy drink.&lt;br /&gt;(Tastes like Monster and all that other crap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Korean grape drink&lt;br /&gt;(Sac Sac is korean orange juice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Ddukbokgi&lt;br /&gt;(Choco pie I think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Korean rice cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Now drive to K-Town(Vermont, Wilshire, Olympic, etc.), go to Koreatown Plaza, eat jjajangmyun, climb upstairs to Music Plaza for the latest fake k-pop, and finish off your day with pat bing soo (or Pinkberry if you're "hip").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I wanna be korean someday. And then meet Lee Min Ho, Oh Ji Ho, Kim Jeong Hoon, Kwon Sang Woo, Kim Bum, Kim Hyun Joong, Koo Hye Sun(She's gorgeous). If you don't have a clue about what I'm talking about, they're actually korean stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dong saeng is younger sibling in korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop being a korean freak now and revise MT or do some self-practice for MT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 20th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-220186431244573370?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/220186431244573370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/220186431244573370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/oversized-tee-decent-hairstyle.html' title='Oversized tee, decent hairstyle'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShOLEZUZdDI/AAAAAAAABS4/wUs_MVkJ0nQ/s72-c/DSC07444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-7587781709681693588</id><published>2009-05-19T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:31:03.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so help me, cos' I don't wanna lose you baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShKrjiqpyyI/AAAAAAAABSw/Q_Xa_IuAl8o/s400/DSC05405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337517135476935458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang Sinus -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a whole truck of tissue supplies. Refusing to listen to the elders' advice, I am eventually going to suffer a night of insomnia (unable to get to sleep). Worse, I am bullied by the fact that MYE results were a complete disaster, except Mother Tongue though. I am proud to say that I've achieved good results for MT with complete satisfactory! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class cheering competition rehearsals started today. I must admit that the class was pretty enthusiastic, except me (at first) as I felt weak all of a sudden. My bones were failing me and I felt as if the whole world was bringing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I got to meet up with dearest Dangsin although it wasn't for long. Looking forward to Friday. HEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Big Sis, after much painstaking thoughts, I've finally decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself. I feel that everyone should be given a chance to explain themselves and I understand your situation very well. Perhaps you've done what you did for a reason that you feel uncomfortable to tell us. I'm not that bad. One day, if my friends does that to me, I'd definitely feel the same way as you. So come on, break it down to me slowly. I might understand you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Saranghae Lee Min Ho ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 19 May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-7587781709681693588?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7587781709681693588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7587781709681693588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-help-me-cos-i-dont-wanna-lose.html' title='And so help me, cos&apos; I don&apos;t wanna lose you baby.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ShKrjiqpyyI/AAAAAAAABSw/Q_Xa_IuAl8o/s72-c/DSC05405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-2597284016075264748</id><published>2009-05-17T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:12:44.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg_gEACV31I/AAAAAAAABSQ/f9LZbZUcDjE/s320/DSC07423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336730442791247698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say today was indeed an awesome day despite the fact that there's actually madrasah exams. But heck, I care? Farzanah and I was even laughing our heads off during the exams. And the best thing was, everyone at the back was doing so as well. As expected, the paper's always easy but because I refused to study for it, it gets tough and copying would be the only way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg_gwI_459I/AAAAAAAABSo/jmHHPFXZOD0/s1600-h/DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg_gwI_459I/AAAAAAAABSo/jmHHPFXZOD0/s200/DSC00072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336731201111123922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg_gwE1JEPI/AAAAAAAABSg/kO566RTvuWI/s1600-h/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg_gwE1JEPI/AAAAAAAABSg/kO566RTvuWI/s200/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336731199992303858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg_gep1KpxI/AAAAAAAABSY/gc2F6DqO-ng/s1600-h/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg_gep1KpxI/AAAAAAAABSY/gc2F6DqO-ng/s200/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336730900686874386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click to enlarge, beauties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fzn came over to my place after madrasah and we talked about a lot of things. I realised that the loser thinks she's so fucking famous now that she lost her cool friends. Hilarious, really. That loser really knows how to amuse me. Oh loser, don't worry, we were talking about how much more gorgeous you look now without your cool friends. Isn't that great? WEEEEEE. &lt;i&gt;You're pretty and stylish but it's just too bad you don't have a pretty heart. I ever told you din't I? That I hate liars, especially when you're the one that I love so much. And I'll badmouth you till the alarm wakes you up from your goddamn fantasy thinking that you're so great.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fzn says my mom is sexy and pretty and has a sweet smile. Of course, my mom isn't the only one who has that factors, no? Am I boasting a little bit too much? Oh, don't worry, there's SOMEONE ELSE who thinks she has everything when she doesn't have a clue that she has lost her friends. Oh, everyone hates her now. Too bad. &lt;i&gt;Oh I'm just so bad am I loser? You've never seen me this way huh loser? I'm telling you, I fucking hate you now. So please, CHANGE. Hahaha. Nana poopoo. Am I hurting you loser? Am I? Am I huh? Oh the hurt you received from me will not change the fact that the hurt you've inflicted on me can never be erased. Oh, do you want back the necklace you gave me as a gift? Bcs I feel bad talking about you when you've done so much for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg_cSde4NyI/AAAAAAAABSI/7AnjTQNT55o/s320/DSC05869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336726293167224610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's pretty isn't she? She's gorgeous but I don't know her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate me kay people, I'm actually talking about SOMEONE. Hehehe. I won't boast anymore. This is not me. I am forced to do it, only for today. I love you guys, regardless of those who detests me. But don't worry, I understand. Perhaps I'm detestable. But I love all of you. Serious. I don't hate anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Boasting makes me dizzy. Does that loser even feels bad? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Min-ho, please come to my house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 17th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-2597284016075264748?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2597284016075264748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2597284016075264748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-that-wins-will-be-one-that-hits.html' title='The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg_gEACV31I/AAAAAAAABSQ/f9LZbZUcDjE/s72-c/DSC07423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-9043354697122982378</id><published>2009-05-15T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:23:56.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can cut you into pieces but my heart is broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg1MF6WqbAI/AAAAAAAABSA/nHgRp61kYIc/s320/DSC07390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336004797951273986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I'd like to thank Anati and Ahmad today for making me happy. To be honest with you, I felt a little downcast when I received not a single message from him. TODAY'S FRIDAY. &lt;i&gt;Have you forgotten?&lt;/i&gt; FRIDAY. Anyway, I sort of requested a little help from Ahmad on Maths. That was the main purpose we actually met up, along with Anati (!) Although there was a sudden downpour and I was freezing, I did had fun with the two of you by my side. HEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg1L0fZ57zI/AAAAAAAABR4/D4IwEdiMq_M/s1600-h/DSC07346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg1L0fZ57zI/AAAAAAAABR4/D4IwEdiMq_M/s200/DSC07346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336004498659340082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg1L0ROBQvI/AAAAAAAABRw/lcvj2U2KO4c/s1600-h/DSC07342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg1L0ROBQvI/AAAAAAAABRw/lcvj2U2KO4c/s200/DSC07342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336004494851392242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my three gorgeous ladies. I felt lighthearted when they were with me on 13 May. I swear to you beauties, it's been eons since I last laughed that hard. Let's do that again, and this time with Sarah and Ikah. Is that okay? Oh I'm just so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just get back to BOYS OVER FLOWERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Lee Min-ho ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 15th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-9043354697122982378?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/9043354697122982378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/9043354697122982378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-cut-you-into-pieces-but-my-heart.html' title='I can cut you into pieces but my heart is broken'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sg1MF6WqbAI/AAAAAAAABSA/nHgRp61kYIc/s72-c/DSC07390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-6425330777699458704</id><published>2009-05-13T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:59:29.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncivilised, immature yet so grown up?</title><content type='html'>Adek aku muke MAS SELAMAT per? MAS SELAMAT PUTIH PE? Takde mate per sial. Adek aku timpang per? Nak dia jalan depan korang biar puas hati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid any misunderstanding, I am only referring to a few of the boys who bullied my little brother and his friend. I understand that the both of them looks innocent and easily-bullied but heck, GROW UP. Being sec 3 doesn't mean you have the right to bully the lower sec. And fuck, he's my little brother. I really don't like it when some goddamn imbeciles starts acting big by bullying the lower sec. Then again, if some of you read this post and felt offended, I'm not sorry because &lt;i&gt;sape makan cili dialah yang terase pedas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 14th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-6425330777699458704?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/6425330777699458704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/6425330777699458704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncivilised-immature-yet-so-grown-up.html' title='Uncivilised, immature yet so grown up?'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-2850487358486186550</id><published>2009-05-13T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:54:24.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a liar, always a liar.</title><content type='html'>"I can't look at you the same anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUH-LEASE. Do I even ask you to look at me? And why would we wanna exchange glances anyway? The root of the problem was, YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO EXPLAIN. You claimed you're gonna explain BUT I don't see the explanation coming along, BIG SISSY. I don't see you making an effort to prove yourself right. All I ask for is an explanation. But of course, it doesn't mean I'd still be in your side because I'm not taking sides on anyone. If you were right and you still love us, you'd definitely try to make an effort to show us that you'll fucking change your attitude. But hey, where's the effort? You simply ignored us and make use of OTHER PEOPLE. Oh it's just so ironic that you're actually TRYING TO BE FRIENDS with someone whom you once hated and criticized. I couldn't bring myself to say this at first but I can't stand you anymore. You're a fucking loser. I'm sorry. If only you'll try to loosen your ego just a little bit and see that if you make an effort to try and make things right, you'll get your loved ones back. Oh, all the best for MYE and yeah, thanks for saying you're not gonna have another little sissy. But you know, you're contradicting. &lt;b&gt;You already left me since the day you lied.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 13th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-2850487358486186550?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2850487358486186550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2850487358486186550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-liar-always-liar.html' title='Once a liar, always a liar.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-7828381566351445789</id><published>2009-05-11T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:22:56.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have but three words</title><content type='html'>I SCREWED GEOGRAPHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SgkHh4d_bvI/AAAAAAAABRo/OpvK_AWhJAA/s320/Do+You+Know+Me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334803512272318194" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it. I know. I'm remarkably ruthful because I've strived to aim for the best for this MYE yet I'm still wasting time. I swear to you I was enthusiastic to study for this MYE till I started out with Social Studies revision a week before. However, I became frenzied as MYE starts nearing and eventually, I STILL ended up doing last minute revisions. My time management sucks big time and I seriously need a wake up call. From perhaps, someone strict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as expected, the geography paper was mind-whirling because the questions seem so twisted. I don't understand what the hell the LORMS questions were asking about and what points I should consider to answer the questions. As a result, the answers for my natural vegetation LORMS were a total disaster. Screweddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, MT paper 3 was there to save me from my rather downcast spirit right after the Geography paper. Yeah, the paper was pretty easy but there were a few questions which were, AGAIN, mind-whirling. Some of the questions made me lose my confidence on the paper till I felt indignant towards myself. Yes, to myself. Because I can't help wondering why I wasn't born smart like my little brother -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay, tomorrow's the english and maths paper -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 12th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-7828381566351445789?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7828381566351445789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7828381566351445789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-but-three-words.html' title='I have but three words'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SgkHh4d_bvI/AAAAAAAABRo/OpvK_AWhJAA/s72-c/Do+You+Know+Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-808762509024496108</id><published>2009-05-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:59:14.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day, you'll see that I survived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SghLsMEeJQI/AAAAAAAABQ4/jfQEOygfPjA/s320/I+Just+Wanna+Know+The+Reason.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334596981146658050" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An E1 student slogging hard for tomorrow's Geography paper or an E1 student trying to play smart by studying part of the revisions yet at the same time vulnerable to distractions?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to be here, well at least till I finish up at least a quarter of the geography revisions. BUT, my brain's jammed and I feel like my soul is drifting away from me. I had a good talk with Little Bro and Mom about my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me: Can I just go to ITE?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I dont mind. If you think you can achieve your dreams from there. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: But Ayah is pressurizing me!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Dont care what people say. If you think its right, go ahead. Its your life. But I as a mother, I strongly advice you to continue your studies at Poly. You get influenced easily and ITE life might not suit you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her. She's the best. Oh did I mention I gave her a cute card handmade by ME and her colleagues complimented me about being such a thoughtful daughter. HEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mom brought Little Bro and I to Macdonald at Woodlands mart to have supper since I am so stressed and Mom thinks I should really take a breather and also, due to the fact that she wants me to accompany her to the clinic to collect her medication. Try reading that long sentence without having to take another breath. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose I'll get back to revisions right now and I'm prepared to fail yet another paper for MYE. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on: 11th May 09&lt;br /&gt;With love: Frha Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-808762509024496108?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/808762509024496108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/808762509024496108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-day-youll-see-that-i-survived.html' title='One day, you&apos;ll see that I survived.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SghLsMEeJQI/AAAAAAAABQ4/jfQEOygfPjA/s72-c/I+Just+Wanna+Know+The+Reason.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-3799272800915434249</id><published>2009-05-08T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:42:57.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 8th Of May 09</title><content type='html'>Yay. Love you Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE has started and I feel comfortable taking exams in the hall already. However, a few of the papers were a complete horror. And eventually, I'm not gonna do well for it. On a brighter note, there's still 8 more papers to go and I'm soooo gonna make this long weekend a fruitful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-3799272800915434249?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3799272800915434249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/3799272800915434249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-8th-of-may-09.html' title='Today&apos;s 8th Of May 09'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-6310790818385813896</id><published>2009-05-02T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:36:34.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 2 May 09</title><content type='html'>What would you do if someone you love lied to you, not once, but thrice? Should I feel cheated over it? She was my very own sister, YET people claimed she had been lying. You know very well who you are. Explain to me what happened. I'm so hurt Big Sister. How could you? Don't you know I cried over what happened? I know I'm gullible but spare me, will you? I'm still HURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of fun with Tutik-the bestest bestfriend in the whole wide world-at her place just now! We started off with changing some lyrics of a few songs and choreographed a few cheerleading dance steps for the inter-class cheer competition. Started off serious but ended up goofing around! Haha. Gosh, I really wish Singapore Idol had a duet so that Tutik and I could form a duet. (Since Syazwan ever told us to.) Haha! But Tutik's voice is so much nicer actually. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE's next week people. Mug hard! Lucks. Cheerios. Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-6310790818385813896?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/6310790818385813896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/6310790818385813896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-would-you-do-if-someone-you-love.html' title='Today&apos;s 2 May 09'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-7978000026216909716</id><published>2009-04-25T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:05:40.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 25th of April 09: The Second</title><content type='html'>Oh! I almost forgot. My NAPHA test was good. I mean, I had improvements in comparison to the last few years. A for sit-ups(31 only), E for standing broad jump(154), E for sit-and-reach (in which I wouldn't have passed if not of the help of my long fingers; 35), A for inclined pull-ups(18 only) and A for shuttle run (11.28s). I'm hoping for a re-run as I was absent on the day of the 2.4km run. Ok bye. I love you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-7978000026216909716?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7978000026216909716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/7978000026216909716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-25th-of-april-09-second.html' title='Today&apos;s 25th of April 09: The Second'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-2646152042088919080</id><published>2009-04-25T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:49:58.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 25th of April 09: Myriad of topics</title><content type='html'>Things between Parents are going on smoothly lately. They've stopped fighting and they're always being so lovey-dovey every single day. Mom kisses Dad when she gets home. Dad hugs Mom when she's exhausted. You know what, I envy them. Lol. And they go on dates every Saturday or Sunday. They do spring cleaning together. Awwwwwwwww. Just like the old days. Yes, the good, old times. I'm glad things have gone back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my handwriting has gone back to square one too. Prolly bcs of the pen I'm temporarily using. Oh well. Handwriting tukar, jangan hati tukar sudah. Betol tak betol tak? Referring to my dear, sweet boyfriend. And oh, it's funny how my topics today seem to be inter-related. As in one topic is related to another. Get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting a new topic. I've finally completed Emath TYS Unit 1.1-1.6. Except for Paper 2 of the last unit. After much perseverance, I finally decided to just give it up. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I was doing Unit 1.5. Seriously, I loathe doing that chapter. It makes me wanna taste my own tears, collect it in my mouth and gulp it all down. Ohk, that sounds pretty disgusting. Mrs OGB is crazy but when I think back, I am actually revising Emaths w/o having to do self-revision. I gotta admit Mrs OGB is doing this for our own good. I owe it all to her. And I'm still left with Amath TYS. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've finally let out everything to Dear. Everything I'm not happy with. About one bitch from our school. About friends. About studies. About the past. About the ex-boyfriends and his ex-girlfriend. Lol it makes me wanna laugh whenever I think about it. And of course, about one incident in which I cried because I couldn't take THEIR comments. Their bitchy, sarcastic, bombastic comments. &lt;i&gt;I love you Baby.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking too much. I suppose you've stopped reading at the 2nd paragraph. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-2646152042088919080?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2646152042088919080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2646152042088919080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-25th-of-april-09.html' title='Today&apos;s 25th of April 09: Myriad of topics'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-2702647294777740949</id><published>2009-04-19T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:38:19.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 19th April 09: Cabot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SerqqQt-P9I/AAAAAAAABPw/JHGcf6zjUBQ/s1600-h/today,+farzanah+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SerqqQt-P9I/AAAAAAAABPw/JHGcf6zjUBQ/s320/today,+farzanah+and+i.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326327521082228690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, click on this one and read the words. Then you'll know what this post is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Serp_bcsdQI/AAAAAAAABPg/sPkLsEACy-Y/s320/DSC06951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326326785228174594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Serp_CQCZlI/AAAAAAAABPY/QCvhI9iYUIY/s320/DSC06950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326326778464200274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Serp-3baJII/AAAAAAAABPQ/weE1gALAkCY/s320/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326326775559103618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Serp-_9KBQI/AAAAAAAABPI/THFHcFxvHRc/s320/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326326777848136962" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bloody irritating. Because I kept on doing the BELO pose. Seriously, I'm irritating and the people today are also irritating. But not my dear Fzn of course. Oh and guess what? I'm ill once again. Irritating! Arghhh. I don't feel like completing the whatever assignments. Stooooopid. Just WTF is the matter with my immune system lately?? Pfffffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SersGdxwyiI/AAAAAAAABQY/0Cxp5USHcEA/s320/DSC06963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326329105135749666" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SersGOTp5KI/AAAAAAAABQQ/5-SF754q6vM/s1600-h/DSC06958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SersGOTp5KI/AAAAAAAABQQ/5-SF754q6vM/s320/DSC06958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326329100982936738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on this and pay attention to the two idiots behind us (ignore our faces). Seriously, they're such imbeciles that I felt like smacking them both when I stared hard at this shot. BTW, I only realised it when as I was going through in my lappie. So Fzn, please hate them. Nah, jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SersGD6YnmI/AAAAAAAABQI/fYK6wBefo-0/s320/DSC06948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326329098192592482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SersF3jlVlI/AAAAAAAABQA/p-oyMKWX0Pg/s320/DSC06966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326329094875731538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SersFpFWUtI/AAAAAAAABP4/qf9ghVIe9Ls/s320/DSC06968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326329090990822098" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fzn is LOVE! Wooooo. Look at this shot of her. SHE IS SOOOOO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SertXqWnwUI/AAAAAAAABQo/kQ_LYSYvaI0/s320/DSC06946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326330500080976194" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an alternative textbook for Physics. SERIOUSLY. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SertXZypmrI/AAAAAAAABQg/EjQeZaF3m48/s320/DSC06918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326330495635135154" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found this book titled 'The Book of Days' and opened it. Went through my birthdate and guess what? Planet Uranus and Pluto was found on the thirteenth of March. Woooooo. I just don't know why it attracts me. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS SHOTS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/WeirdPart2.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm being BELO again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/WeirdPart3.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/WeirdPart4.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Weird.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err ok bye. And guess what? I'm going to school with Dear tomorrow! He's the sweetest ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-2702647294777740949?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2702647294777740949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/2702647294777740949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-19th-april-09-cabot.html' title='Today&apos;s 19th April 09: Cabot.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SerqqQt-P9I/AAAAAAAABPw/JHGcf6zjUBQ/s72-c/today,+farzanah+and+i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-8045921070748548322</id><published>2009-04-17T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:13:09.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 17th of April: The Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SehXT5ixIYI/AAAAAAAABOY/VGkFEtKCmRU/s320/P4170188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325602558741389698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dead bored. And I'm waiting patiently for Dear's next call. Hehe. Can't wait to tell all the stories I've kept to him, can't wait to gossip about someone to him (oh he doesn't gossip. he just listens to me.), can't wait to laugh with him, can't wait to &lt;i&gt;aksen mrajok&lt;/i&gt; with him, can't wait to tease him (actually he's the one whose always teasing me. lol.), can't wait to hear his voice, can't wait to communicate with him. Oh I just miss him! And the best thing is, I'm patient. Usually, I'd get frustrated but now, I'm waiting patiently for his call. So tell me why am I not being a good girlfriend? Obviously I am. I've changed. I'm happy. EUPHORIAAAAAAAA! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SehXTp218DI/AAAAAAAABOQ/7TEv6cdM19I/s320/P4170182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325602554530623538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut Delivery is today's DINNER! In celebration of my recoveryyyyy. Mom says it should boost my appetite back to normal since I'm craving for a pizza. And also, since Mom and Dad are &lt;u&gt;DATING&lt;/u&gt; later. In other words, Little Bro and I will be left all alone! Oh I'm just so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-8045921070748548322?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/8045921070748548322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/8045921070748548322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-17th-of-april-second.html' title='Today&apos;s 17th of April: The Second'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SehXT5ixIYI/AAAAAAAABOY/VGkFEtKCmRU/s72-c/P4170188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-4794208811669560708</id><published>2009-04-16T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:02:47.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 17th of April 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi66.photobucket.com/groups/h253/BHA0L6X1HQ/12funny-pictures221.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to: RocKstaRoxx at Photobucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I credit people's creation if I want to advertise them in my blog. Well, not for blogskins as I create my own blogskins. So if you come across anyone else with the same bloody skin as mine, inform me. I'll have it out with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Friday. Yet another day missed. And yes, I have a lot of catching up to this weekend. Oh this reminds me, there's Biology class tomorrow. And Ms Sujena allows tidbits to eat while studying. YESSA! Suddenly, I have the urge to study Biology. I can't wait. Oh, and not forgetting meeting my friends! I miss them. I don't know why, I just miss them. Especially Tutik's stories. Hmm. I'm hungry. I think I'll get myself a bite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Dear, you open up my heart and made me smile. You cured me, in other words.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S I miss Max Green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-4794208811669560708?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4794208811669560708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/4794208811669560708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-17th-of-april-2009.html' title='Today&apos;s 17th of April 2009'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358886493903704573.post-442830066660543541</id><published>2009-04-16T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:33:31.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 16th April 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SedZY8V0bfI/AAAAAAAABOA/SzUzYiwW4i0/s320/P140209_22.13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325323369438277106" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to change my link after much tsk, tsk, and tsk. That's bcs I'm very indecisive when it comes to making decisions. And even if I finally come to a decision, I'd always feel that I regret making that decision. Oh shaddup. There's just so many 'decision' at every sentence. Anyway peeps, if you're even here, it either means I told you or you found out for yourself. Either way, I welcome you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell horribly ill for 2 days straight. On Tuesday, in the day, I was feeling alright. I mean alright as in I'm healthy and I'm ready to go. BUT, on that particular night, I woke up from my nap feeling all listless. Took out the thermometer and guess what? 40 Degrees Celsius! Parents immediately took me to the doc's and obviously, I was given 2 days MC. Although I am feeling rather fine today and is ready to go to school again tomorrow, Mom insisted I stayed at home to have more rest as she's worried I might faint in school. After all, I havent been eating proper since Tuesday. I missed friends. And of course, Dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img  src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SeddtKjauGI/AAAAAAAABOI/LuMst3mX0rg/s320/DSC06325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325328114897303650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, my grades are tremendously improving! I used to fail Social Studies for either the SEQ or the SBQ. But judging from the current SEQ test, I guess I did improve. My efforts did pays off. In addition, Tutik informed me of my current A maths test results. And guess what? A2! Wooooooooooooooooooo. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/358886493903704573-442830066660543541?l=killscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/442830066660543541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/358886493903704573/posts/default/442830066660543541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/boobfhbfhbhbvvvvvvvvvvvvfbdjfhjdbfjjjjj.html' title='Today&apos;s 16th April 2009'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><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/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SedZY8V0bfI/AAAAAAAABOA/SzUzYiwW4i0/s72-c/P140209_22.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
