<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 08:38:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Pineapple Seekers</title><description>the world through my eyes</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-2493083072302391924</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 10:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T08:47:08.760-07:00</atom:updated><title>I LOVE YOU</title><description>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="slly"   style="font-family:webdings;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:180%;" &gt;1 2 3 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1 2 1 2 3 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin then i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Make it all better when i'm feelin sad.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that i'm special even when i know i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when i hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Barely gettin mad,&lt;br /&gt;Im so glad i found you.&lt;br /&gt;I love bein around you.&lt;br /&gt;Iou make it easy as easy as 1 2 1 2 3 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words four you i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words and that's what i'll do, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when i fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when i hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Best that i've had. im so glad that i found you.&lt;br /&gt;I love bein around you.&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy as easy as 1 2 1 2 3 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words four you, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words and that's what i'll do, i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make it easy, its easy as 1 2 1 2 3 4&lt;br /&gt;theres only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words four you i love you&lt;br /&gt;Theres only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words thats what ill do i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-2493083072302391924?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-2807828699776754950</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 08:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T01:33:04.505-07:00</atom:updated><title>tagged.. by joanna</title><description>10 things abt jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lurvs to take pics..&lt;br /&gt;2. has a greate sense of humour..&lt;br /&gt;3. can b a really really good fren..&lt;br /&gt;4. misses skool&lt;br /&gt;5. gonna start college soon&lt;br /&gt;6. a year older then me.. =P&lt;br /&gt;7. has really pretty eyes (eyes tht i want)&lt;br /&gt;8. has a great smile&lt;br /&gt;9. has been thru alot but doesnt let it break her&lt;br /&gt;10. blogs alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry jo.. im writing frm wat i noe n c abt u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next tag victim&lt;br /&gt;*jo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-2807828699776754950?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-joanna.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-234765925566998509</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T02:22:03.134-07:00</atom:updated><title>some deadly secrets abt me {i}</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there r many things tht ppl do not knw abt me..  so here r a few &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DEADLY SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; abt me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/SdcdWA-wcGI/AAAAAAAAADw/8nyt0yz0Oew/s1600-h/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/SdcdWA-wcGI/AAAAAAAAADw/8nyt0yz0Oew/s320/DSC01850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320753748819079266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many ppl do not knw tht i can play the piano.. Well yes i can play the piano.. Im grade 6 n gonna sit for my piano exam after i come back frm China.. Besides tht i also &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sing.. I don knw why ppl find it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hard to believe.. Loads of ppl also do not knw tht im now wearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRACES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Im also a school athelete, i represent school in 100 m hurdles, 200 m hurdles (in 2007), 100 m.. I won quite a number of medals.. But this year i stopped all my sports for several reasons..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i don wan get dark!! (i lyk my skin colour)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt; lazy (as usual)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. mummy and daddy does not approve of me going for sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next is i've got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of pets.. I've got God knws how many cats n 1 black lab in my dads clinic.. Plus 2 dogs at home.. I've got a really nice and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sweet family, my dad really cares abt me n my sisters.. He always wants us to b happy.. My mum is sweet in a weird way, she complains alot abt us but she nvr gets fed up of us.. My sisters r very nice and caring. I can &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Yeah... Believe it or not i can actually cook.. N my food taste pretty goooooooooooood tooo.. I can easily fall for someone.. But i do not ever &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anywayz continuing abt things tht ppl dnt knw abt me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My ideal guy&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but thn he went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUT OF FASHION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for me.. =D But my ideal guy is not tht different frm edward now.. He has to b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e something lyk edward (as in personality wise..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do not need a good looking guy in my life.. Nvm if nobody knws wat im talking abt.. Better tht way.. Im a very nice a friendly girl.. Im lively and i do not understand y ppl thing im very egoistic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/SdcjnF2wqKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z_pV_g1Fjjg/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/SdcjnF2wqKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z_pV_g1Fjjg/s320/DSC01740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320760639255259298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can say all i want abt myself but tht would juz make me look lyk a "perasan" girl.. N im not tht kinda girl.. Moving on.. I lyk taking pics but not juz of myself.. I lyk taking pics of things around me.. Moving on.. I do not knw how to flirt nor do i knw when ppl r flirting wif me.. So u get the msg.. So these r only some of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEADLY SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s.. Will continue the deadly secrets abt me real sooooooooooooooon.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-234765925566998509?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-deadly-secrets-abt-me-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/SdcdWA-wcGI/AAAAAAAAADw/8nyt0yz0Oew/s72-c/DSC01850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-5942704634348419637</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T07:42:05.526-07:00</atom:updated><title>kena lagi!!!</title><description>10 things abt adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my best fern =P&lt;br /&gt;2. lyks to sms me when im asleep or when i hv got no crdt&lt;br /&gt;3. gets high quite frequently&lt;br /&gt;4. lurvs chocolates&lt;br /&gt;5. a generous guy (i think)&lt;br /&gt;6. always gets bullied by his frens&lt;br /&gt;7. always bullies his frens&lt;br /&gt;8. a nice guy (well at least to me)&lt;br /&gt;9. quite fair&lt;br /&gt;10. moved to some place (i forgot where)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-5942704634348419637?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/04/kena-lagi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-1460540381828333809</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T06:26:48.298-07:00</atom:updated><title>ur it!!!</title><description>whoever gets tagged has to write 10 things about the person who tagged him/her.&lt;br /&gt; dherej (dj)&lt;br /&gt;1. a pretty girl tat doesnt noe how to appreciate her beauty&lt;br /&gt;2. talks my kinda language (=P)&lt;br /&gt;3. lurvs chocolates&lt;br /&gt;4. very good at talking&lt;br /&gt;5. a freaky genius&lt;br /&gt;6. noes ALOT abt me&lt;br /&gt;7. freakin THIN&lt;br /&gt;8. has great style&lt;br /&gt;9. has nice hair&lt;br /&gt;10. can get weird at tyms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, write ten things about the person who got tagged.&lt;br /&gt;.:me:.&lt;br /&gt;1. currently looks lyk cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;2. is sort of kinda emo&lt;br /&gt;3. lurvssssssssssssssss animals&lt;br /&gt;4. lurvssss hercules&lt;br /&gt;5. can talk ALOT&lt;br /&gt;6. hates bugs&lt;br /&gt;7. has braces&lt;br /&gt;8. is not tat thin anymore&lt;br /&gt;9. has 2 brothers.. (not blood related)&lt;br /&gt;10. lurvs nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, list out 3 people you wanna tag.&lt;br /&gt;1.dherej&lt;br /&gt;2.sukhvir&lt;br /&gt;3.adrian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-1460540381828333809?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/04/ur-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-1896651759009071258</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-21T09:05:55.785-07:00</atom:updated><title>aint tht girl no more</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;.:The New Me:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScUPRgd_FYI/AAAAAAAAADY/n6J4ngmXSMI/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScUPRgd_FYI/AAAAAAAAADY/n6J4ngmXSMI/s400/DSC01827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315671728628635010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;My hair &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScUPlSu6I4I/AAAAAAAAADg/8tt9x_G9ZoA/s1600-h/DSC01841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScUPlSu6I4I/AAAAAAAAADg/8tt9x_G9ZoA/s400/DSC01841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672068538901378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The new and improved me.. Whether u lyk it or not.. I dont care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-1896651759009071258?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/03/aint-tht-girl-no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScUPRgd_FYI/AAAAAAAAADY/n6J4ngmXSMI/s72-c/DSC01827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-8622682505660730037</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T20:27:42.722-07:00</atom:updated><title>.:The Gadis English:.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJRYqq3AXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Putxjzt1rCQ/s1600-h/n1140484085_30044249_4640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJRYqq3AXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Putxjzt1rCQ/s400/n1140484085_30044249_4640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314899994463371634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;DaFa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It was a during mandarin and tamil exam tht this happened.. (cheh talking lyk something bad happened) (=P) so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;n i were really really bored.. V were talking about everything that there was to talk abt and laughing at everything.. So i took a paper and started writing my name and Dayanas name on it.. Then i started putting both our names together and thats when DaFa came about.. But before the exam ryt v were both in the Bahasa Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Society and there was this drama competition.. My teacher made us join v used the play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Titik Perjuangan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;.. My role was a small tiny part.. I was the Perempuan English kononnyeee, all i had to do was stump in and yell something and stop out again.. At the beginning of the play and Dayanas role was the Gadis.. As u can see i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;gabungkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;both our roles and came up wif The Gadis English.. Then i got bored again and asked for Dayanas num and i also wrote my num down (my 016 which is no more is use) so i added the numbers and BOOOOOM!! I got our *ahem* so call contact num.. Which is 018-6523362 ( Warning: the number is not valid u noe) Thats juz the beginning of out friendship.. Dayana is originally frm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;.. Then her family moved to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rawang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;( Bandar Sesat ).. V din become frens im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;mediatly, she sat at the table behind me wif the Malay Girls in my class.. Then those girl moved to Sekolah Asrama so poor girl is all alone (=P).. Then she sat at the table in front of me but the indian girls werent very nice to her.. She one day she came to my table and asked "boleh duduk sini x??" I wanted to laugh cuz i had no power to say no to her so i smiled and said yeah sure y not.. So it wasn't long b4 i start blabbing to her abt everything ( and i mean seriously blabbing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;) and everytym she din answer me i would say " r u listening" so poor girl had to talk.. Then she started becoming open and less shy then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;she talked back to me (Thank God she did cuz i was running out of things so say) V started becoming close.. Out of curiousity i said to her tht not many malays, chinese or indians will juz mix wif anyone then she also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;syok sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;n said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;          Awk nmpk muke garang n sombong n sy takut awk marah so sy x ddk di meja awk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;1st tym sy dtg skolah ni, sy nmpk awk dgn kwn2 awk, sy fkr dlm hati sy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Die cantik sgt.. Tentu ade byk bf n peminat.." At 1st sy fkr awk malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;sbb awk nmpk mcm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; malay then awk asyik mix dgn bdk cina so sy guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;awk chinese.. Sy x tau knp tp sy selalu fkr awk pendiam, grg n sombong then sy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ddk tp awk n awk ckp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;BYK GILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;.. Setiap hari confirm ade cerita to ceritakan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Setiap kali waktu cikgu masuk n ajar kalau cikgu boring awk akn ckp "Eh sy lapar la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometyms awk akn pergi canteen beli tu asam n mkn dlm kelas.. so everytym tentu ade mknan u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tk mkn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJYp9BiY5I/AAAAAAAAACg/Lqd8pwVSC7k/s1600-h/DaFa+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJYp9BiY5I/AAAAAAAAACg/Lqd8pwVSC7k/s400/DaFa+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314907988029498258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ever since the day she sat at my table v became the bestest of frens.. The funny part abt our friendship is v always..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;nvr fail to embarrasse ourselves.. V also tend to come up wif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;things.. Its lyk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;apa-apa pun boleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;, lyk anything can b used to entertain us.. Its very dangerous to put the both of us together in the same room while v r pmsing.. Cuz i rmbr once v were pmsing n v were scolding each other non stop.. Then i was having cramps n she was lyk "owh patut lah asyik marah marah" So whoever crosses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;out path when v r pmsing prepare to die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJa5akNc4I/AAAAAAAAACo/TWQHa1asl1w/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJa5akNc4I/AAAAAAAAACo/TWQHa1asl1w/s400/DSC01314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314910452680848258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJa5akNc4I/AAAAAAAAACo/TWQHa1asl1w/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;A few tyms when the teacher was really really boring, v went out of the class telling the teacher tht v had to go to the toilet a poor excuse but its worked.. Then v walked around the whole skool then right before entering the class i told Dayana to play sick, n suprisingly she did, so i told her to go sit n i'll talk to the teacher telling the teacher she is having bad cramps n is not feeling well and the practical teacher bought it..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJcL5VJF9I/AAAAAAAAACw/8HfIV0ezKQU/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJcL5VJF9I/AAAAAAAAACw/8HfIV0ezKQU/s400/DSC01411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314911869688420306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJcL5VJF9I/AAAAAAAAACw/8HfIV0ezKQU/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Suprisingly v r not lyk those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;s v hv nvr ever fought, nor hv v back stabbed each other.. V also would nvr ever do anything to hurt each other.. I noe that she will always be there for me when i need her.. ( AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJcL5VJF9I/AAAAAAAAACw/8HfIV0ezKQU/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;WWW im so sweet!!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJelUVu4EI/AAAAAAAAADI/qryNWn-q8V4/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJelUVu4EI/AAAAAAAAADI/qryNWn-q8V4/s400/DSC01431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314914505458638914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-8622682505660730037?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/03/gadis-english.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJRYqq3AXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Putxjzt1rCQ/s72-c/n1140484085_30044249_4640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-615812418826415470</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T06:04:40.576-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Valentines Day</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI4LnFzLNI/AAAAAAAAABI/NwWfqKWDqRw/s1600-h/n511809795_1320574_370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI4LnFzLNI/AAAAAAAAABI/NwWfqKWDqRw/s400/n511809795_1320574_370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314872282373631186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;On t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;14th Feb 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;my sister(Tallan) and i went to ALiYaa Island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Restau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;rant for a fashion show.. V modeled for my cousin's(Rachel), we wore wedding gowns and were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;promoting hand made crystal watches.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually i wasn't suppose to model bcuz it was until 3 am and my dad is paranoid.. So i told my sis tat if she needs company then i'll accompany her an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; my cousin talked to my mum and pesturing her to allow me to go.. So mum talked to dad and dad finally said yes.. So i went there thinking that i was only accompanying my sis then one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;of the models couldn't fit into the dress so Rachel brought another black wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;ding gown and gave me the white fish tail dress.. I hv to admit the dress i wore was REA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;LLY REALLY nice but sadly i wasn't allo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;wed to keep it.. So i was the last model to get the make up done(the ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;ke up was too much!! i felt lyk someone put mud on my face.. i looked lyk a ghost), my hair was something lyk Queen Padmé Amidala frm Star Wars and my dress was PREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEETTY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI6wal2OoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yyZwW3A_cuE/s1600-h/n690098600_1519299_1638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI6wal2OoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yyZwW3A_cuE/s400/n690098600_1519299_1638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314875113696803458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I was the youngest model there but no one knew.. My aunt and uncle were present on tht day.. My aunt said tht i was the most beautiful model( yeah ryt wif all the make up i couldnt even recognise myself.. when i looked into a mirror i thought i was looking at a ghost.. it was that bad.. my face felt lyk it was abused)  It was so busy tht i din hv much tym to actually camwhore(=P).. So all i could do was take pics frm ppl who took pics.. B4 the fashion sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;w started all the m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;odels were asked to gather at the runway to identity all the photographers (there were so many!!!) reporters were there as well.. It was all together exciting and nervous.. But while catwalk-ing i din feel nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; or scared at all.. It was lyk i hv been modeling for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI-W8tEsQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yRMvSe-kbag/s1600-h/n511809795_1320577_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI-W8tEsQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yRMvSe-kbag/s400/n511809795_1320577_1277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314879074223829250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI-W8tEsQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yRMvSe-kbag/s1600-h/n511809795_1320577_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Actually only 2 dresses were up for auctioning.. But someone requested that they wanted my dress on auction.. All the more exciting since it was v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI-W8tEsQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yRMvSe-kbag/s1600-h/n511809795_1320577_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;alentines day all the guys were doing the auctioning for their girlfriends.. Only 3 dresses were auctioned.. I manage to find a pic tht i took wif the couple who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI-W8tEsQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yRMvSe-kbag/s1600-h/n511809795_1320577_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI-W8tEsQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yRMvSe-kbag/s1600-h/n511809795_1320577_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;bought my dress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJA9WKNQbI/AAAAAAAAACA/outflKSrZzg/s1600-h/n690098600_1519314_5059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJA9WKNQbI/AAAAAAAAACA/outflKSrZzg/s400/n690098600_1519314_5059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314881932915196338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJA9WKNQbI/AAAAAAAAACA/outflKSrZzg/s1600-h/n690098600_1519314_5059.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And if you look closely u'll see my sister behind us.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJCArYM6qI/AAAAAAAAACI/l-WoxoOHOCA/s1600-h/n511809795_1320575_648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJCArYM6qI/AAAAAAAAACI/l-WoxoOHOCA/s400/n511809795_1320575_648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314883089662274210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJCDv8l54I/AAAAAAAAACQ/y7HKDBC9IUk/s1600-h/n511809795_1320576_985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScJCDv8l54I/AAAAAAAAACQ/y7HKDBC9IUk/s400/n511809795_1320576_985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314883142428256130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-615812418826415470?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-valentines-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScI4LnFzLNI/AAAAAAAAABI/NwWfqKWDqRw/s72-c/n511809795_1320574_370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-6371877726867945755</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T09:58:10.087-07:00</atom:updated><title>Budak Sekolah</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScEg9ZVBucI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GP_wPMaiI0U/s1600-h/DSC01779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScEg9ZVBucI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GP_wPMaiI0U/s400/DSC01779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314565274417084866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is all about me.. In DETAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Lurvs:.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates!! One juz cant live without it.., Sleeping, Eating.. Does anybody noe how good i m at eating??, My bed.. its warm and nice.., my HANDPHONE hehehe i bedazzled it!, the Bahai Faith, my best frens *Dayana, Charmaine, Soraya, Joo Lee*, my syg * DAYANA*, my family (DUHHH !!), SHOPPING!! im freaking good at it!!, my room.. its home, mani and pedi (i havent done it b4 but im gonna make sure i do it), music (life would b lonely without it), piano ( tats where my music comes frm), my new hair (i juz cut it.. its called bangs), my sisters (Sara and Tallan =( miss them alot), my adik angkat =P ( azeeeeeeeeeeeeeef)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Dislikes:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCKROACHES ( EWWWWWWWW!! 1st they r gross and 2nd i've had very bad experience wif them bleh), annoying and irritating ppl ( they r equivilent to cockroaches), ppl to answer back to ME (don need to be rude ok), ppl who try to be lyk me, dress lyk me, act lyk me (i mean GET A LIFE!!), ahhhhh lifeless ppl (its not so hard getting a life of ur own u noe), gossips ( i do not lyk gossips abt me unless they r good *wink*),  ppl who spit their saliva ( GROSS!! ), ppl who abuse animals ( if u don wanna take care then y did u get a pet in the 1st place), ppl who r more sensitive then i m ( trust me v wud nvr get along), ppl who r bossy ( hello?? i don work for u),  ppl who r obsessed wif power ( if u wan all the power in the world then fine but don come to me if ur burden is TOO MUCH cuz i aint gonna help u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Hobbies:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm.. Does sleeping count?? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-6371877726867945755?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/03/budak-sekolah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScEg9ZVBucI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GP_wPMaiI0U/s72-c/DSC01779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798607407788452436.post-1226302528227681096</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 13:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T06:57:35.618-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Mix</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScDzXgz4luI/AAAAAAAAAAM/42zbg53uMKA/s1600-h/DSC01802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314515145567278818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScDzXgz4luI/AAAAAAAAAAM/42zbg53uMKA/s400/DSC01802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Vafa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.:Im mix chinese persian.. Im about to turn 17 on the 28th of April.. (get the presents ready!! =P) At first sight people say that i m an egoistic person, a bitch, a person who couldnt b bothered abt people around her.. But seriously thts not true.. I care abt the ppl around me, im not an egoistic person.. I can b a bitch if i want to or if i HAVE to.. I've got 2 older sisters.. Sara Chew and Tallan Chew.. Sara is 6 years older than me and Tallan is 4 years older than me.. Character wise im more lyk Tallan then Sara.. Tallan and i can sleep.. When i say sleep i mean really really sleep.. One saturday Tallan and i woke up at 11 something in the morning.. So v ate lunch together.. V were chit chatting wif my parents until 2pm.. I got sleepy and turned on the room air-con and went to sleep.. Half an hour later Tallan joined me.. V slept until 7 something in the evening.. Juz on tym for dinner.. After eating dinner i studied until 11pm i went into the room n slept.. Tallan came in 10mins later.. The both of us woke up the next day at 12 noon.. Besides sleeping alot.. V can really really talk alot.. (not forgetting complaining tooo) The only similarities that Sara and i hv is when v r in deep thoughts.. V look extremely emo, sad and lonely.. But actually v r juz thinking or sleepy.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314524096375726082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScD7ghK6oAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/u6BWzsVwsbs/s400/3+sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sara is studying pharmacy in Nottingham Uni and Tallan is studying dentistry.. So my dad is really proud of them.. My mood changes frm tym to tym.. One of my fren calls me PMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS girl for no good reason juz cuz im moody.. But the truth is im juz having mood swings.. I tend to tell ppl off when 1. i don lyk them.. 2. they r annoying.. I told this guy in my class of and ever since then all the guys in my class r scared to talk to me or disturb me.. Which means im sort of the boss.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798607407788452436-1226302528227681096?l=pineappleseekers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://pineappleseekers.blogspot.com/2009/03/mix.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vafa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v21Ynme-G7A/ScDzXgz4luI/AAAAAAAAAAM/42zbg53uMKA/s72-c/DSC01802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>