<?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-1254232788143490994</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:54:32.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aPOPlectic</title><subtitle type='html'>Some Stories Are Overrated.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-719137484899637811</id><published>2010-07-19T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:17:22.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss writing, I miss my blog.</title><content type='html'>And most importantly, I miss my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on hiatus now, still waiting for my writing mojo to get back and hit me up.&lt;br /&gt;Take care :)&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-719137484899637811?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/719137484899637811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=719137484899637811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/719137484899637811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/719137484899637811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-writing-i-miss-my-blog.html' title='I miss writing, I miss my blog.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-1312274638725935863</id><published>2010-05-14T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:29:17.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Readers</title><content type='html'>Frankly, I don't know why I'm not in the mood of updating this blog. I'm sorry guys. But I will have my vibe soon, oughyeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-1312274638725935863?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1312274638725935863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=1312274638725935863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1312274638725935863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1312274638725935863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/05/readers.html' title='Readers'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-7143590500060552404</id><published>2010-04-29T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:54:46.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do, we hardly talk nowadays. But when we do, it's not the same. I won't forget how it used to be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-7143590500060552404?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7143590500060552404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=7143590500060552404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7143590500060552404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7143590500060552404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/awkward.html' title='Awkward.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-7402338993312932243</id><published>2010-04-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:44:39.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologizing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;; It does not always mean you are wrong and the other person is right. It just means that you value your friendship more than you value your ego.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tumblr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-7402338993312932243?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7402338993312932243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=7402338993312932243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7402338993312932243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7402338993312932243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/apologizing.html' title='Apologizing'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-364200492205432643</id><published>2010-04-18T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:03:43.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you will find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding. But there's also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself is the same person who's been standing beside you all along."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dedicated to my friends; those who are still with me and who have gone by the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-364200492205432643?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/364200492205432643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=364200492205432643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/364200492205432643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/364200492205432643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8629435258466355461</id><published>2010-04-16T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:08:58.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You. Yes, you.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for replying "Who are you?", I didn't know that was your number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8629435258466355461?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8629435258466355461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8629435258466355461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8629435258466355461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8629435258466355461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-yes-you.html' title='You. Yes, you.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-6690428675569101474</id><published>2010-04-13T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:51:27.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I shall begin by letting go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-6690428675569101474?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6690428675569101474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=6690428675569101474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6690428675569101474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6690428675569101474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-995041698362070049</id><published>2010-04-08T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:57:44.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>Guys, I have a &lt;a href="http://puplunar.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah kau, jangan nak sibuk nak stalk aku. Dah benci aku benci je la, nak sibuk stalk apa aku tulis pastu nak kecoh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, tibatiba je.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-995041698362070049?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/995041698362070049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=995041698362070049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/995041698362070049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/995041698362070049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-745436879741576543</id><published>2010-04-07T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:18:32.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love me or hate me that is still an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;Love me or hate me that is the question. &lt;br /&gt;If you love me then thank you, &lt;br /&gt;if you hate me then f you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to Sovereign for that, haha. But the last line should be cut.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you can no longer accept me in your life. And you just won't tell me to my face the thing that I have done wrong that deserves such abhorrence from you. It's okay, it's just you. Sorry that I have turn you to such a paranoid and disturbs your beautiful life with your dearest &lt;i&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you still couldn't forgive me, I just don't understand how you could turn from a such petite to an arrogant person.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I will always, but there is nothing I can do to help it. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-745436879741576543?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/745436879741576543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=745436879741576543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/745436879741576543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/745436879741576543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5306178909727668187</id><published>2010-04-06T03:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:28:46.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barney &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>Today is Barney's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 18 years old, same with me. &lt;br /&gt;He sings, I sing too. &lt;br /&gt;He dances, I dance too. &lt;br /&gt;He is purple, I heart purple. &lt;br /&gt;He is a t-rex, unfortunately I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine LOVES Barney, &lt;br /&gt;but I don't like Barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5306178909727668187?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5306178909727668187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5306178909727668187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5306178909727668187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5306178909727668187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/barney-friends.html' title='Barney &amp; Friends'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2678907738400677695</id><published>2010-04-05T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:07:32.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks</title><content type='html'>Old people say looks represent our personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-2678907738400677695?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2678907738400677695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2678907738400677695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2678907738400677695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2678907738400677695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/why.html' title='Looks'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8277246457829835641</id><published>2010-04-04T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:58:41.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sanggup engkau tinggalkan sahabat yang menyanjung dirimu atas dasar persahabatan selama ni semata-mata kerana "kekasih hati" yang entah bermakna entah tidak?&lt;br /&gt;Layakkah dirimu dipanggil sebagai sahabat jikalau erti persahabatan adalah tidak bermakna bagi engkau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai hati engkau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random.&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/1254232788143490994-8277246457829835641?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8277246457829835641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8277246457829835641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8277246457829835641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8277246457829835641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5211243598876979348</id><published>2010-04-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:00:21.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>Encountered a scary-turned-to-heart-touching moment with Yassir. It was dramatic though. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God nothing bad happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Allah, please protect my family and my self from any danger or harm that comes in whatsoever sort of way. Amin."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5211243598876979348?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5211243598876979348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5211243598876979348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5211243598876979348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5211243598876979348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/04/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2377679777737249428</id><published>2010-03-28T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:30:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Be grateful to those who have hurt or harmed you,&lt;br /&gt;for they have reinforced your determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful to those who have deceived you,&lt;br /&gt;for they have deepened your insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful to those who have made you stumble,&lt;br /&gt;for they have strengthened your ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-2377679777737249428?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2377679777737249428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2377679777737249428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2377679777737249428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2377679777737249428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5635631291882025394</id><published>2010-03-25T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:16:51.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you guys ever make any bold statement? It just came to my thought and I was like, why not try once? It might be cool you know, especially making a statement where lots of people you know can see/read it. &lt;br /&gt;Here is how mine goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku rindu anak Awang&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;Yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5635631291882025394?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5635631291882025394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5635631291882025394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5635631291882025394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5635631291882025394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/03/dare.html' title='Dare'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2239262599702224657</id><published>2010-03-23T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:41:08.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid</title><content type='html'>Since I am no longer employed, I just stay home and do all the chores and errands. &lt;br /&gt;My mom quoted:&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, mama &lt;i&gt;sekarang dah ada&lt;/i&gt; maid. &lt;i&gt;Siap boleh&lt;/i&gt; drive &lt;i&gt;lagi tu&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeesh ma, hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-2239262599702224657?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2239262599702224657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2239262599702224657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2239262599702224657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2239262599702224657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/03/maid.html' title='Maid'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-3700536206399860142</id><published>2010-03-22T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:35:24.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I envy people who got to go abroad for vacations or any sort.&lt;br /&gt;I also envy people who have the wealth to own whatever they desire, study wherever they want, and even those who are fabulous and have high self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for all the things that I have now, for what I posses whats worth whats not. &lt;br /&gt;I am grateful of still having a mother, clothes to put on, a place where I could lay my head, some money to spend and a few techies to survive the present world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for his blessings. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-3700536206399860142?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/3700536206399860142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=3700536206399860142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3700536206399860142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3700536206399860142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-6440339737776013943</id><published>2010-03-21T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:17:12.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I went watching The Book of Eli with Noel and Atina. I got to say that the movie was epic. I love the plot and especially the last part when the 'Einstein' arrange the Bible amongst Quran, Torah and other sacred books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough blabber about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would want to say is that, everytime I watch a movie or any TV show I always get carried away with it eventhough it has ended. Why? Its weird though. But that's what you get for being too complacent.&lt;br /&gt;For example, after watching The Hills I will feel as if I am so fabulous and glamorous with all those dramas, the crazy social life, the wealthy society, and lavish lifestyle. But for the fact, in the real world I am nothing but an average Joe.&lt;br /&gt;TV shows and whatsoever entertainment nowadays really can carry you away dreaming in your own world than living in the reality you're supposed to embrace. Its pretty harmful and really is distracting if we take it for granted with one eye closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewareeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-6440339737776013943?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6440339737776013943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=6440339737776013943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6440339737776013943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6440339737776013943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/03/entertainment.html' title='Entertainment'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-4750445765157385953</id><published>2010-03-20T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:22:54.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Firstly, I am now no longer employed.&lt;br /&gt;I finally took my feet off the boutique yesterday. It is sad though leaving them after 3 months. I know I can still see them, but I will surely miss the feeling of hanging out with every single day.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, things must go on. Life won't stay still. Time and tide waits for no man.&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I quit working is to concentrate on planning my future. I now am focusing on applying colleges for my further studies. Upon all those IPTAs and IPTSs, there is one that mesmerizes me from the very beginning. I really want to further my studies in the field of Architecture in &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Lim Kok Wing&lt;/span&gt;. Only God knows how bad I want to study there. The fees? RM55,200 for 3 years of Diploma in Architectural Technology. HELL EXPENSIVE. I am not even close to rich, so basically it is just unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;There was this one day where my Grandma called me and said that she is willing to sponsor me. This is nothing to be bragged about, seriously. The offer is just astonishing, I couldn't believe it. I feel as if I don't deserve it. I only got 3A's for my SPM for God sake, which is rather sad and lame.&lt;br /&gt;Till now I can't believe she is willing to do that. I am so glad that I have such a thoughtful Grandma. I'm so happy I could die.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Him the Most Powerful the Most Merciful, I've been given the second chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-4750445765157385953?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4750445765157385953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=4750445765157385953' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/4750445765157385953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/4750445765157385953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/03/news.html' title='The News'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-6399431088778302632</id><published>2010-03-15T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:04:45.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone</title><content type='html'>B: Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken.&lt;br /&gt;LG: But you can still see the crack on the motherf*cker's reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-6399431088778302632?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6399431088778302632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=6399431088778302632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6399431088778302632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6399431088778302632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/03/telephone.html' title='Telephone'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-6132113137587941533</id><published>2010-02-11T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:36:01.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunate: Yes or No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ma gah it has been quite awhile since my last post. But anyways here I am with a few quick updates.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I kinda received a lot of good news. It makes me happy that I could die :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing is,&lt;br /&gt;Say hi hello hey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S3LXSkI89zI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jMqXH_wjhfI/s1600-h/nokia-n97-mini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S3LXSkI89zI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jMqXH_wjhfI/s320/nokia-n97-mini.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Second is,&lt;br /&gt;I've got my P license after almost a year! Godd, only He knows how long I've waited for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly is,&lt;br /&gt;I've got the chance to meet Farha Ghouse, my sister! She seemed rather astonished when she saw me, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..what life is such a colour if there is no blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the whole day, since yesterday in fact, I've had this severe stomach-ache that causes constipation whatsoever. Gaaahh I HATE it. Been to the toilet for like, 10 times already? Pheww, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So, there goes the quick updates from me reporting live in Taman Sri Ukay for you my readers. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-6132113137587941533?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6132113137587941533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=6132113137587941533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6132113137587941533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6132113137587941533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/02/fortunate-yes-or-no.html' title='Fortunate: Yes or No?'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S3LXSkI89zI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jMqXH_wjhfI/s72-c/nokia-n97-mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-1729375946752540914</id><published>2010-01-24T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:40:30.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Like Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FREE ADMISSION TO THEIR CONCERT NEXT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*faints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so happy for Noel though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-1729375946752540914?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1729375946752540914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=1729375946752540914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1729375946752540914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1729375946752540914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/01/boys-like-girls.html' title='Boys Like Girls'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8557908056478132696</id><published>2010-01-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:18:32.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swarovski</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Technological turns lyrical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the fire in the mind's eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;light blazes far beyond brilliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as crystal reaches its exponential potential.&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/1254232788143490994-8557908056478132696?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8557908056478132696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8557908056478132696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8557908056478132696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8557908056478132696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/01/swarovski.html' title='Swarovski'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-7555229980216433116</id><published>2010-01-19T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:55:56.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S1SqVwkrTWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/XGDV17fDWk4/s400/GaGa.png" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S1SqJ-BiQEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QLGqcdc2L8k/s400/love.png" /&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/1254232788143490994-7555229980216433116?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7555229980216433116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=7555229980216433116' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7555229980216433116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7555229980216433116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/01/fan.html' title='Fan'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S1SqVwkrTWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/XGDV17fDWk4/s72-c/GaGa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2876505776189511039</id><published>2010-01-05T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:04:18.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Employed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Busy-ness, it is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Serving customers everyday, standing still waiting for people to drop by, walking around arranging the shoes, climbing like a Tarzan searching the right size and color, cursing people if they walk out the shop empty handed, joke around mocking people, and learn new words such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Kiap kiok chi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That means "&lt;i&gt;sepit jari kaki&lt;/i&gt;" in Chinese. HAHA you should hear how it pronounces like. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But sometimes the boutique could feel like a dead house or something. And oh, they SERIOUSLY NEED A MAKE OVER. I suggested that they should put mannequins, but what do they wear as we only sell shoes? &lt;i&gt;Takkan nak biar bogel je&lt;/i&gt;? Haha stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well now you know that I'm no longer unemployed. It's kinda fun working there. Rushing to snatch or seize the customers, how challenging. Haha. Noel you're so going down &amp;gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe here I am, bragging to the world about what I'm doing now. What do you care? Cheers :)&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/1254232788143490994-2876505776189511039?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2876505776189511039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2876505776189511039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2876505776189511039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2876505776189511039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2010/01/employed.html' title='Employed'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-3927450716027151043</id><published>2009-12-26T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:05:17.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nah uh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't ever want all of us to fall apart. But right now I just feel so uncomfortable and yeah it is starting to annoy me. What you have done, how you have acted, what you have written...God it gives me goosebumps. We know whose fault is if we fall apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be harsh, if that is what it takes for you to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-3927450716027151043?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/3927450716027151043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=3927450716027151043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3927450716027151043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3927450716027151043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/12/nah-uh.html' title='Nah uh'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-7350779601586543159</id><published>2009-12-17T05:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:59:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched &lt;b&gt;Paranormal Activities&lt;/b&gt; online at 2a.m. just now, and I have got to say that the movie is the most horror and the scariest movie I've ever seen. The footage seems so real, the actors are very well talented and the atmosphere..GOD it feels so alive that I even felt like peeing in my pants watching it! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Horror junkies, I dare you watch it; Alone, at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feel the spook, blood pumping through your veins. Aware of the air around you. Even the littlest sound would tickle your brave soul.&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/1254232788143490994-7350779601586543159?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7350779601586543159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=7350779601586543159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7350779601586543159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7350779601586543159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/12/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-3120221185805414412</id><published>2009-12-17T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:06:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here I am now, packing bags. Am going to Johor Bahru tomorrow, gahh. Last minute planning and decision, radical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well at least I'm not gonna spend my weekends alone. Kan Farhi kan? Haha.&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/1254232788143490994-3120221185805414412?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/3120221185805414412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=3120221185805414412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3120221185805414412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3120221185805414412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute.html' title='Last minute'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8547089338421502543</id><published>2009-12-16T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:29:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Today is the day, the final of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;Goodbye SPM :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more uniforms, &lt;br /&gt;No more text-books, &lt;br /&gt;No more wake-up-in-the-morning-feeling-like-shit (mcm lagu Ke$ha),&lt;br /&gt;No more SCHOOL, its heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can sense boredom approaching, sigh :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8547089338421502543?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8547089338421502543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8547089338421502543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8547089338421502543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8547089338421502543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/12/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2217647891829485819</id><published>2009-12-15T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:16:09.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm counting days to "absolute-freedom" *chuckles* but starting this Thursday almost every single of my close friends aren't gonna be around town D: Gahh. Boredom go go away and don't ever come back some other day. I will be all alone till next Monday. Yeay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But anyways, to any of you who read this : HAVE FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go enjoy your trip and vacation and and and freedom. Don't worry about me I'll survive by myself, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, do enjoy. Or I'll slap your face fast-fast. BURNN :P&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/1254232788143490994-2217647891829485819?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2217647891829485819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2217647891829485819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2217647891829485819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2217647891829485819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/12/counting.html' title='Counting'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5260376736869540277</id><published>2009-12-14T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:05:52.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last</title><content type='html'>One last paper and I can go F-ing myself off, hee. Can't wait tho, huahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5260376736869540277?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5260376736869540277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5260376736869540277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5260376736869540277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5260376736869540277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/12/last.html' title='Last'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-1150480973830156471</id><published>2009-12-12T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:47:52.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you call me?</title><content type='html'>One day, through text messaging :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannan : Faiz, kau lembu!&lt;br /&gt;Faiz : What?&lt;br /&gt;Hannan : Kau lembu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple thing like this could sometimes enlighten my day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-1150480973830156471?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1150480973830156471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=1150480973830156471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1150480973830156471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1150480973830156471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-did-you-call-me.html' title='What did you call me?'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-1741333464980453691</id><published>2009-11-15T13:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:26:17.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima Kasih</title><content type='html'>Minda manusia ibarat secawan kopi yang dituang hingga melimpah keluar. Dipenuhi gaya fikiran dan input ilusi dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Engkau sememangnya menggembirakan hidup aku yang dah hampir luluh kebosanan ini.&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan kau memang aku akui, sedikit memakan hati. Tapi tidak aku kisah, kalau itu menunjukkan diri kau yang sebenar.&lt;br /&gt;Seorang yang sekadar mampu meluahkan kata-kata melalui laman sesawang daripada menghamburkan kata-kata tersebut dari mulut sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak bencikan tulisan engkau,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku selalu membaca apa yang engkau tulis, dan akan terus membacanya. Namun aku tidak akan mungkin menghadam ia kerana ianya penuh dengan delusi sendiri dan obsesi kumpulsif semata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ya tulisan ku tidak bertalam dua muka dan aku akuinya. Ia memudahkan orang lain untuk membaca dan memahami intipatinya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak bencikan tindakan engkau,&lt;br /&gt;Satu sekolah tahu perangai aku akibat tindak tanduk kaum seangkatan kita sendiri yang tidak sedar akan kejahilan diri sendiri. Silalah jaga tepi kain sendiri kerana kain sendiri sudah tercemar dengan anasir-anasir syahaitan. Mendedahkan kelakuan aku kepada kawan-kawan dengan niat untuk memperbetulkan diri aku? Tolong lah, itu terlebih potatik. Tindakan tersebut hanya seperti menuang minyak Cap Kapak ke atas luka yang telah lama berdarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak bencikan setiap apa yang ada pada engkau,&lt;br /&gt;Seingat aku, tidak pernah aku ucapkan kata-kata kesat berbaur keji dengan intensi untuk memakan hati sesiapa. Harap maaf untuk sesiapa yang termakan hati sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak menyesal kerana pernah mengenali diri engkau,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana semua yang berlaku ada hikmahnya. Jika diri aku ini tidak pernah mengenali diri kau, aku tidak akan menjadi seperti diri aku sekarang. Mungkin lebih teruk, gamaknya. Aku menulis itu hanya sekadar untuk meluahkan kesedihan hati. Ada mesej yang lebih bermakna di Hotmail yang telah aku janji tidak akan memberitahu tentangnya kepada sesiapa. Akan aku kenang seorang diri, sampai bila-bila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau sudah sekian lama tahu akan perangai aku yang tidak elok, dan engkau hanya sekadar menghidangkan mata engkau dengan itu.&lt;br /&gt;Engkau sudah sekian lama tahu akan perangai aku yang tidak elok, dan mengatakan bahawa aku tidak reti membeliakkan mata.&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa tidak pernah engkau cuba membetulkan sahabat engkau ini secara konfrontasi bertentang muka, bukan sekadar bersembunyi di sebalik topeng Blogspot, Facebook, Messenger, Twitter, Tumblr, MySpace semata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perangai apakah itu, tidak aku tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maaf, tuturan Bahasa Melayu aku tidak sehebat engkau.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-1741333464980453691?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1741333464980453691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=1741333464980453691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1741333464980453691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1741333464980453691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/11/terima-kasih.html' title='Terima Kasih'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-3360800290303312268</id><published>2009-11-09T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:54:19.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie</title><content type='html'>Rather than calling you my ex-bestfriend, I rather tag you as "never-was-my-friend".&lt;br /&gt;To me, friendship that can be ended didn't even start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-3360800290303312268?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/3360800290303312268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=3360800290303312268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3360800290303312268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3360800290303312268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/11/cookie.html' title='Cookie'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2144955852681641913</id><published>2009-11-05T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:50:23.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;And I lie awake and miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I'd send a postcard to you dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;'Cause I wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I'll watch the night turn light blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;But it's not the same without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;The silence isn't so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;'Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I'll find repose in new ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;But drenched in Vanilla twilight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I'll think of you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;When violet eyes get brighter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;But I swear I won't forget you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Oh if my voice could reach back through the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I'd whisper in your ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Oh darling I wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-2144955852681641913?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2144955852681641913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2144955852681641913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2144955852681641913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2144955852681641913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/11/vanilla-twilight.html' title='Vanilla Twilight'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-7927858465254951527</id><published>2009-10-29T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:25:28.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>- Got the VAIO C Spring Green laptop, hoyeahh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A teacher approached me and said 'something meta-physical' is bothering my life and studies. What the eff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cut my hair, real short. I look like a bimbo apek with nerdy specs. Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So many things to do, so many times wasted. Slap me real fast please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SPM is just another eighteen fukkin' days and I'm not even prepared, God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'd be back after SPM! Wait for me and please, pray for our success in the exams. Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-7927858465254951527?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7927858465254951527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=7927858465254951527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7927858465254951527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7927858465254951527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-737410559081471625</id><published>2009-10-07T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:08:33.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That dude.</title><content type='html'>Should I say that, you are rather pathetic than ever? Come on, you keep on blaming others without even noticing what you've done. Get real, mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-737410559081471625?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/737410559081471625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=737410559081471625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/737410559081471625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/737410559081471625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-dude.html' title='That dude.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5503435130550511001</id><published>2009-09-06T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:21:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I.am.busy.with.spm.trials.must.go.study.can't.help.it.or.else.&lt;br /&gt;i.would.fail.damn.wish.me.luck.okay.toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5503435130550511001?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5503435130550511001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5503435130550511001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5503435130550511001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5503435130550511001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5175771164932373731</id><published>2009-08-31T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:23:04.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shweeeet</title><content type='html'>I got my Twitter today. Thanks to Phattay for forcing me, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice, like it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5175771164932373731?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5175771164932373731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5175771164932373731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5175771164932373731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5175771164932373731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/shweeeet.html' title='Shweeeet'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-9116316595759382009</id><published>2009-08-29T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:02:35.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"You can rip me apart&lt;br /&gt;but you can't take away my feelings&lt;br /&gt;as long as I've got a pulse&lt;br /&gt;you can't take away my memories&lt;br /&gt;dangerous morning&lt;br /&gt;I regret nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://3ouncesofbloodpudding.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ania Chorabik&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I stole this without your notice.&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/1254232788143490994-9116316595759382009?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/9116316595759382009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=9116316595759382009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/9116316595759382009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/9116316595759382009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8883179000791876168</id><published>2009-08-29T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:28:40.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kau takleh selalu harap kat kawan2 kau, diorang pun ada life masing2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you said that.&lt;br /&gt;When you were in trouble I tried so hard to help you. If you remembered, there is this one time you said that I wasn't there for you. Do you even know what happened to me that time? I puked I vomit I fell ill that it kills me, do you even notice that? Have you even ASKED?&lt;br /&gt;That's selfish, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm saying nothing more, I've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;I will lie all my life and pretend to be happy, put on a fake smile and embrace this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I give up.&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/1254232788143490994-8883179000791876168?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8883179000791876168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8883179000791876168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8883179000791876168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8883179000791876168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5678907019775958904</id><published>2009-08-27T12:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:56:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Truth #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, that 'something-we-wish-it-never-happened' and kept it in denial are the thing that we have been hoping for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better don't expect beyond the unexpected, let the future be found out unsuspected, let it shake the introspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce the retrospect, let it be a part of the memorabilia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5678907019775958904?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5678907019775958904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5678907019775958904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5678907019775958904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5678907019775958904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-truth-5.html' title='Random Truth #5'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-1170990622991421434</id><published>2009-08-26T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:19:29.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've once said that friends could replace the 'empty space' in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realized, that could NEVER HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;Let the empty space be unfilled, because nothing could ever replace it.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rasa macam bodoh lak aku boleh senang2 cakap macamtu dekat orang yang memang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;takkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan kita&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mofo, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Astaghfirullah, I've been cursing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Came to a sudden thought of my late dad. May he rest in peace, amin.&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/1254232788143490994-1170990622991421434?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1170990622991421434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=1170990622991421434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1170990622991421434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1170990622991421434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-way.html' title='No way'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-7140937572576248519</id><published>2009-08-25T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:55:00.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you are reading this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Did you forget that I was even alive?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget everything we ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget, did you forget about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you regret ever standing by my side?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget we were feeling inside?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left to forget about us&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship was like a song, you can't forget it at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess this is where we have to stand&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever  regret being my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Never again, please don't forget, don't ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all, we were just about to fall&lt;br /&gt;Even more in life, than we were before&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget, I won't forget about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last all the pictures have been burned&lt;br /&gt;And all the past is just a lesson that we've learned&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget, please don't forget us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship was like a song but you won't sing along&lt;br /&gt;You've forgotten about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A, I just hope that you are reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-7140937572576248519?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7140937572576248519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=7140937572576248519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7140937572576248519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7140937572576248519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hope-you-are-reading-this.html' title='I hope you are reading this'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-3729820933101836693</id><published>2009-08-24T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:00:44.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ought</title><content type='html'>Do you know how it feels to text people and it seems like you're texting to the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to burn cashes for someone you love without getting a bit of 'thanks'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to help others without helping yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to live with such emptiness and loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to miss someone you love so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to have a friend who has such a stone-cold heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to be ditched for someone 'special'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to be unappreciated after all you've done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIVE A LIE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tell me about it. :)&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/1254232788143490994-3729820933101836693?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/3729820933101836693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=3729820933101836693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3729820933101836693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3729820933101836693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/ought.html' title='Ought'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-4347813158412457851</id><published>2009-08-22T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:13:53.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are loads of living cockroaches in my kitchen. Not knowingly, they have mutated. The reason why I state that? It is because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They could even live in the &lt;u&gt;fridge&lt;/u&gt; for God sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink&gt; *surprise surprise*&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck man! Go die you little creepy creature! Eugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-4347813158412457851?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4347813158412457851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=4347813158412457851' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/4347813158412457851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/4347813158412457851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/mutation.html' title='Mutation'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-394519870268272091</id><published>2009-08-18T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:45:56.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPM TRIAL IS JUST ANOTHER 2 WEEKS TO GO YET I HAVEN'T FOCUS ON ANYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah please help us.&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/1254232788143490994-394519870268272091?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/394519870268272091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=394519870268272091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/394519870268272091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/394519870268272091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/examination.html' title='Examination'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5159025627464796147</id><published>2009-08-18T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:18:51.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged tag</title><content type='html'>A: loves to laugh&lt;br /&gt;B: crazy at times&lt;br /&gt;C: cute&lt;br /&gt;D: smart&lt;br /&gt;E: has beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;F: wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;G: sexy&lt;br /&gt;H: gives good hugs&lt;br /&gt;I: very hot&lt;br /&gt;J: likes someone&lt;br /&gt;K: is very athletic&lt;br /&gt;L: very good kisser&lt;br /&gt;M: easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;N: very trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;O: has the best personality ever.&lt;br /&gt;P: popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;Q: has a smile to die for&lt;br /&gt;R: will make a good boyfriend or girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;S: likes someone&lt;br /&gt;T: very opened minded&lt;br /&gt;U: is loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;V: not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;W: very sexy&lt;br /&gt;X: never lets people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;Y: nice butt!&lt;br /&gt;Z: makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;A: loves to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I: very hot&lt;br /&gt;Z: makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: likes someone&lt;br /&gt;A: loves to laugh&lt;br /&gt;M: easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;A: loves to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I: very hot&lt;br /&gt;N: very trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag;&lt;br /&gt;Muadz&lt;br /&gt;Hannan&lt;br /&gt;Dee&lt;br /&gt;Emi&lt;br /&gt;HenryG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5159025627464796147?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5159025627464796147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5159025627464796147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5159025627464796147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5159025627464796147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-tag.html' title='Tagged tag'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5337348217112637161</id><published>2009-08-17T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:01:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CORRUPTED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5337348217112637161?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5337348217112637161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5337348217112637161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5337348217112637161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5337348217112637161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8210821877374454784</id><published>2009-08-14T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:25:28.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eager</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched this movie titled 'Premonition' starring Sandra Bullock and Julian McMahon at StarMovies just now. Few moments watching it and I still felt kind of confused at first but I managed to understand it seconds later *bahah. I has a very nice plot. A sad ending, for your information. Seriously I think I kinda fell for that movie, haha. I have no idea when the movie was released though. But the movie was awesome, really.&lt;br /&gt;And, I found out about something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blasphemer Abase Fidus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is that? Well, I tried to 'Google' it but it doesn't seem to be helping at all. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Help please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8210821877374454784?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8210821877374454784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8210821877374454784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8210821877374454784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8210821877374454784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/eager.html' title='Eager'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8899052047770331535</id><published>2009-08-13T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:21:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV World Stage</title><content type='html'>Got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies in my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop writing now, toodles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8899052047770331535?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8899052047770331535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8899052047770331535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8899052047770331535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8899052047770331535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/mtv-world-stage.html' title='MTV World Stage'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5503986695632369077</id><published>2009-08-12T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:20:47.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly</title><content type='html'>Argh I don't know what on earth is wrong with my stomach. Ulcer? Gastric? Appendix problem?&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeyt I don't have any idea what it is actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5503986695632369077?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5503986695632369077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5503986695632369077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5503986695632369077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5503986695632369077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/belly.html' title='Belly'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-6713540100389791198</id><published>2009-08-10T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:27:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do understand</title><content type='html'>Read this so many times and understand it, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over. So in a series of acts of kindness there is, at last, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one which makes the heart run over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-James Boswell&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/1254232788143490994-6713540100389791198?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6713540100389791198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=6713540100389791198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6713540100389791198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6713540100389791198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-understand.html' title='Do understand'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-172123227695635307</id><published>2009-08-10T08:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:40:29.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Total internal absolute breakdown, that is.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how my heart feels right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you don't have to bother nor care.&lt;br /&gt;I need my time, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-172123227695635307?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/172123227695635307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=172123227695635307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/172123227695635307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/172123227695635307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/upset.html' title='Upset'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2954097472114026352</id><published>2009-08-07T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:27:32.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet XVIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate:&lt;br /&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;br /&gt;And summer's lease hath all too short a date;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;br /&gt;And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;&lt;br /&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;br /&gt;By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;&lt;br /&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,&lt;br /&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;&lt;br /&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,&lt;br /&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    –William Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-2954097472114026352?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2954097472114026352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2954097472114026352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2954097472114026352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2954097472114026352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/sonnet-xviii.html' title='Sonnet XVIII'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8641301527115591831</id><published>2009-08-07T11:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:33:02.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been absent for almost a week (4 days, uhh.). This morning I woke up with a heart full of joy and happiness and interest for school *like wtf hell rightt*, yeah so I went  to school though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there at about 7.15am and the classes were so lack of people that it seemed so empty. "What the hell is happening?", I monologued like some stupid kid. "Oh yeah, the pandemic H1N1 outbreak, pfft". Like seriously I never thought that people would go all super-conscious about this, damn. But it is a good thing anyway, right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7.40am, when the Additional Mathematics class was about to start, some peep said to me that some teachers are looking for me at the school office. "Now what...", again I started to think. It turned out to be a health check up. Guess what? My temperature was 38.5 degree Celsius (ugh come on! my temperature was wayy higher before this).  Honestly I don't think it is something to be afraid of, but Mr. Principal said, ''You should go back home. Call somebody to fetch you up. Go home and rest". Like come on it's nothing! Well, at least I thought so. Sigh. Well there are other events that occurred, but I shall keep it remain as history (the sad one, yeah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got asked to go back home and thats why I could jot this down right now at this school time while my friends are there studying. So its like, today is classified as another absence, eh? Haha. Seriously I don't think this is a big deal but it's kinda..something, though. Haha.&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/1254232788143490994-8641301527115591831?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8641301527115591831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8641301527115591831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8641301527115591831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8641301527115591831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8709880568027608090</id><published>2009-08-06T08:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:22:10.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I changed it again, apparently. I didn't just put the song there just as an urge of the need of a music 'entertaining application'. No.&lt;br /&gt;Every song I put has meanings in the word and stories behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, it is Canon in D Major originally composed by Johann Pachelbel. Not many knows the story behind this song to me and what it is all about. Little did I know, I'd be crying everytime I play this song (or at least, I'd feel mellow or touched).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shall I relate it to the situation I'm facing right now? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is actually happening :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8709880568027608090?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8709880568027608090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8709880568027608090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8709880568027608090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8709880568027608090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-playlist.html' title='Blogger Playlist'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5237168849091454915</id><published>2009-08-05T00:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:26:11.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Truth #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How friends come and go, just like that. You won't notice it. By the time you're starting to realize it, then just like 'ka-bwhamm' or 'snapp', it is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when they say something like;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my true friend and I will never let you go!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or it could be like;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're me bestest friend I've ever had and we shall stay like that till we die!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or perhaps they say;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are BF with the infinity F's!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(BF as in BestFriend and F as in Forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or like, uhm;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're my soulmate and I love you!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;..they will still leave you, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that gives value to survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-C.S. Lewis &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5237168849091454915?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5237168849091454915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5237168849091454915' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5237168849091454915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5237168849091454915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-truth-4.html' title='Random Truth #4'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8300430733082131116</id><published>2009-08-03T12:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:55:04.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obsessive Compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ha Ha I'm shitting out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crunk, drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crazy yet numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dee to the arr  aee emm to the aee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Drama, hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty pleasure; addict for dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:&lt;strike&gt; I don't know whats wrong with me.&lt;/strike&gt;I'm totally fine!&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/1254232788143490994-8300430733082131116?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8300430733082131116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8300430733082131116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8300430733082131116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8300430733082131116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/oc.html' title='O.C.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-367338750863639959</id><published>2009-08-03T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:12:11.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Truth #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See the links of names at the side bar; those whole lot of names with their own special nick-name?  Cool, ain't it? Yeah I fucking squeezed my brain just to think of something that really suits them.  Now, I don't see any benefit of putting those. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They don't even care.&lt;/span&gt; Then why would I still put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because I love them, that's why. But I wonder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do they think the same way to me too&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so, for some of them. And &lt;strike&gt;fuck you&lt;/strike&gt; thank you, for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, somethings got to change. I shall do something worth my time, not doing stuffs that people don't even give a shit. I'm tired of doing people good, while I got nothing back. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/span&gt;? Na'ah thats far from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so unfair.&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/1254232788143490994-367338750863639959?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/367338750863639959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=367338750863639959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/367338750863639959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/367338750863639959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-truth-3.html' title='Random Truth #3'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8018609995387904059</id><published>2009-07-29T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:19:53.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm out on my own again&lt;br /&gt;Face down in the porcelain&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so high but looking so low&lt;br /&gt;Party favors on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Group of girls banging on the door&lt;br /&gt;So many new fair-weather friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the eye of a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Slowly waving goodbye like a pageant parade&lt;br /&gt;So sick of this town pulling me down&lt;br /&gt;My mother says I should come back home but&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the way cause the way is gone&lt;br /&gt;So if I pray am I just sending words into outer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so lost&lt;br /&gt;Known the way and still so lost&lt;br /&gt;Another night waiting for someone to take me home&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a light&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;I'm pushing everyone away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't feel this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Can't feel this anymore&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/1254232788143490994-8018609995387904059?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8018609995387904059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8018609995387904059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8018609995387904059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8018609995387904059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8948147459390480401</id><published>2009-07-20T20:55:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:50:25.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yiruma - River Flows In You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-942365c1be0dcff9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D942365c1be0dcff9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330253961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D739D1AAD535CC6C09895C06AEDCB3910BFD2F5D0.6B70DD72F002F261F003D5FE6AEB15063394DD83%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D942365c1be0dcff9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-HDCnaacsIZiilcJnCCEDHamyvQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D942365c1be0dcff9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330253961%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D739D1AAD535CC6C09895C06AEDCB3910BFD2F5D0.6B70DD72F002F261F003D5FE6AEB15063394DD83%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D942365c1be0dcff9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-HDCnaacsIZiilcJnCCEDHamyvQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, playing the song. First time recording my playings so I'm kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jakun la&lt;/span&gt;, HAHA pathetic. Tell me what you think of this, and do comment :B&lt;br /&gt;It is especially dedicated to Att, Emi, Muadz, Hannan, Myra, Syra, K.Aisya, Farhi and my family.  You know who you are, right? Cheers :) I will love them for eternity, with God's will ♥&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/1254232788143490994-8948147459390480401?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8948147459390480401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8948147459390480401' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8948147459390480401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8948147459390480401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/07/yiruma-river-flows-in-you.html' title='Yiruma - River Flows In You'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2471310472807052173</id><published>2009-07-20T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:30:03.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edible Shoe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SmQcuAgholI/AAAAAAAAAM0/k24h_FrERCI/s1600-h/vans-spring-summer-2009-watermelon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SmQcuAgholI/AAAAAAAAAM0/k24h_FrERCI/s400/vans-spring-summer-2009-watermelon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360441033213715026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shoe is so cute. I want it! Because Katy Perry wears watermelon suit. HAHA.&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/1254232788143490994-2471310472807052173?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2471310472807052173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2471310472807052173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2471310472807052173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2471310472807052173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/07/edible-shoe.html' title='Edible Shoe?'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SmQcuAgholI/AAAAAAAAAM0/k24h_FrERCI/s72-c/vans-spring-summer-2009-watermelon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8478379113420473339</id><published>2009-07-10T18:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:39:34.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;We don't have time left to regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It will take more than common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So stop your wondering, take a stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;There's more to life than just to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause an empty room can be so loud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It's too many tears to drown them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;One single smile, a helping hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It's not that hard to be a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So don't give up, stand till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When you love someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And they break your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't give up on love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Have faith, restart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Just hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When it falls apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And you're feeling lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;All your hope is gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't forget to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is specially dedicated to my dearest best-of-friends:&lt;br /&gt;Att, Emi, Muadz, Hannan, Myra, Farhi, K.Aisya and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you can count on me whenever and wherever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here always for you, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your shoulder to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;and your punching bag to be beaten when angry.&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop you from crying, but I'd rather cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;Your problems, are mine too.&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to be here and do anything as I could.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'd live without you.&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless every and each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;Love always, for eternity. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Honestly by,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8478379113420473339?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8478379113420473339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8478379113420473339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8478379113420473339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8478379113420473339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8337274787413744532</id><published>2009-07-09T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:42:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.E.i.o.u</title><content type='html'>I've been the one who understands you the whole lot, but why can't you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8337274787413744532?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8337274787413744532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8337274787413744532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8337274787413744532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8337274787413744532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/07/aeiou.html' title='A.E.i.o.u'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-1149619285940740390</id><published>2009-07-01T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:08:40.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate goodbyes. Waving hand for goodbyes, also such a fuck-up. Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Kak Aisya flown to Australia for further studies. And school isn't going to be the same as it was without her presence. Really gotta miss her, we do. Few weeks having her as our 'teacher' were such jovial times. Haha, all those blabbers we had and times wasted (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; SPM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;!), we wouldn't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is not a total goodbye after all. We will still keep in contact, right right right right? Don't ever forget us, your Three Musketeers/Stooges. Hahaha yeahh rightt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kak Aisya: If you're reading this, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kepeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  Don't forget the 'wallet' deal ok? Hahaha. Goodluck and all the best! Careful with the contagious H1N1. Always wear the mask eventhough it drowns you, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-1149619285940740390?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1149619285940740390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=1149619285940740390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1149619285940740390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1149619285940740390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-6981445466977222416</id><published>2009-06-29T17:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:31:08.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magnificence of Allah</title><content type='html'>The magnificence of Allah, our Greatest creator. Praise upon Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I noticed this when we were eating lunch together at school today. At the first glance, this little piece of meat seemed weird and inedible. So I grabbed it, and observed it thoroughly. Then, I saw something. I asked my fellow lunch-mate if they're seeing the same thing. And yeah they did see it too. Wow :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SkiQj8zK-UI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ka4FmXPpPs0/s1600-h/IMG_9268edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SkiQj8zK-UI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ka4FmXPpPs0/s400/IMG_9268edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352687104420411714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-6981445466977222416?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6981445466977222416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=6981445466977222416' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6981445466977222416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6981445466977222416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/magnificence-of-allah.html' title='The Magnificence of Allah'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SkiQj8zK-UI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ka4FmXPpPs0/s72-c/IMG_9268edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-4251801605819395799</id><published>2009-06-22T19:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:35:02.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/Sj9qC2ft94I/AAAAAAAAAMk/TbSF7a8xEEQ/s1600-h/_MG_4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/Sj9qC2ft94I/AAAAAAAAAMk/TbSF7a8xEEQ/s400/_MG_4773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350111479560271746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went browsing through my folders and I found this. Really missed that crazy sleepover, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Friends till death ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-4251801605819395799?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4251801605819395799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=4251801605819395799' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/4251801605819395799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/4251801605819395799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/till-death.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/Sj9qC2ft94I/AAAAAAAAAMk/TbSF7a8xEEQ/s72-c/_MG_4773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-843655053486095984</id><published>2009-06-20T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:54:31.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit, I miss A and E so bad. But it would not ever get over the yearn of that person, who people call as Father, Dad, Daddy, Papa, Abah, Abi, Babah and so on. Father, is the person that one will seldom appreciate much until he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest my dear friends and readers, I DO have a dad. But it's not a 'he', instead, he's a 'she'. Yeah, that's my mother. Being both parents for so long, as a mother AND a father for her 4 bold sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 11 years back, since the last time I emit the sound 'Abah'. Yeah, I was 6 years old back then. But come to think of it, at least I got that 6 years of seeing and feeling his presence, until he lost his life to the disease Lou Gehrig. Unlike my brothers: 3 years for Yassir and a few months for Yusri (he was way too small to even remember the face of his own father). Pondering about that, makes me want to break into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to call that name again, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to you who still have a dad, please respect and appreciate him. You'll miss him, when he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this very super special day, I'd like to wish all the fathers I know, Happy Father's Day. Not to be forgotten, to Khalilah Fadzilah Khalid and Allahyarham Jamain Bojei (may Allah bless him, amin).&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/1254232788143490994-843655053486095984?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/843655053486095984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=843655053486095984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/843655053486095984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/843655053486095984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/story.html' title='A Story'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2871591890013187957</id><published>2009-06-17T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:46:50.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this stupid message just a few minutes ago. It says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please switch off all your mobile phone tonight. According to Metro TV &amp;amp; international news, there will be a big radiation wave tonight at 11PM which is very dangerous to humans. Please inform to your friends not to keep their phones near them....so take precautions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. Thank God I'm not that gullible. There is no such 'big radiation wave' between telecommunication towers that will be dangerous to humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to you guys who received this too, IGNORE IT. Don't get easily deceived. People should not accept everything as the truth just because they receive an SMS, get it?&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/1254232788143490994-2871591890013187957?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2871591890013187957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2871591890013187957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2871591890013187957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2871591890013187957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoax.html' title='Hoax'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-7773665075812199341</id><published>2009-06-17T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:06:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The people we love most, is the people that hurt us most. Damn, life does not seem as it used to be. How I'm missing my friends so much. I miss the good times we had. And I miss YOU, to be specific 'nuff.&lt;br /&gt;Why things happen? Why shits happen? Because shits are life. They exist as a part of life. Life couldn't just be all happy and merry. Hey, what do you expect? Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Friends hold both the power to excel your life, or destroy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                             -Adam Murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-7773665075812199341?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7773665075812199341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=7773665075812199341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7773665075812199341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7773665075812199341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/imy.html' title='IMY'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8472550883181980672</id><published>2009-06-16T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:46:51.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Att</title><content type='html'>1. Besides your lips, where is the favorite spot to get KISSED?&lt;br /&gt;Bodday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;Headache, numb, hoping and yeah, embracing life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Muadz and Hannan, wulala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself SPOILED?&lt;br /&gt;A bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate BLOOD?&lt;br /&gt;To my family and anyone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. But I don't know what happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be DEAD?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message SAY?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking about right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;A person, two persons, three persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Eleven o clock, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Err, this is school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, huu :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Tities, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz…&lt;br /&gt;1. Hannan&lt;br /&gt;2. Muadz&lt;br /&gt;3. Dena&lt;br /&gt;4. Khaleeqa&lt;br /&gt;5. Syada&lt;br /&gt;6. Farha (I know she would not do this, haha)&lt;br /&gt;7. TinaAisha&lt;br /&gt;8. Fera&lt;br /&gt;9. Izzal&lt;br /&gt;10. Att (you don't have to do it, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no.2 having relationship WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Ehem ehem :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a FEMALE?&lt;br /&gt;Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get TOGETHER, would it be a GOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, beauty and the genius :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 STUDYING?&lt;br /&gt;Biology, huaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with THEM?&lt;br /&gt;At school, some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is no.4 SINGLE?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2&lt;br /&gt;You're big! HAHA, kidding. You're a good friend lah biggie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 &amp;amp; no.6 being TOGETHER?&lt;br /&gt;They'll gossip like the world is ending tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no.9.&lt;br /&gt;He's a chess virtuoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 FIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Er, meow? (cat fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like no.8?&lt;br /&gt;Dude, where are you? You have been absent since Monday.&lt;br /&gt;He's a genius, super genius. I really mean that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8472550883181980672?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8472550883181980672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8472550883181980672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8472550883181980672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8472550883181980672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-att.html' title='Tagged by Att'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5411090056684314281</id><published>2009-06-14T17:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:46:30.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j314/clairebaire34/icons/stereobuttonshx2.png" alt="there is no pause button in life, sugar. Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could 'pause' this life for a moment and let me be on my own, rejuvenating myself. Or probably 'refresh' it (like on the web browser) so I'll come up ready and contented. I wish I could 'fast-forward' and see how things happen and end eventually.  I wish I could 'rewind' back then, and start all over again. I would never want to 'stop' this life for now. I am not ready yet to face death. Who does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of all, we could only 'play' life as it is. We cannot 'stop' nor 'rewind' nor 'fast-forward' nor 'pause'. We could only hope for no jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest? It seems like I never heard of that word before in my life.&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/1254232788143490994-5411090056684314281?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5411090056684314281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5411090056684314281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5411090056684314281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5411090056684314281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j314/clairebaire34/icons/th_stereobuttonshx2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5855894200314415436</id><published>2009-06-13T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:59:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Truth #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get excited when I heard my phone vibrates/rings to a message entry.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the message is from the person that I've been waiting to text me, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;But it is such a let down knowing that it is from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5855894200314415436?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5855894200314415436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5855894200314415436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5855894200314415436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5855894200314415436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-random.html' title='Random Truth #2'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-7684937572977759793</id><published>2009-06-12T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:03:45.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SjJ62ed7UWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FAk2jeBz8bI/s1600-h/IMG_9061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SjJ62ed7UWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FAk2jeBz8bI/s320/IMG_9061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346470783952310626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word can sometimes be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satisfying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relieving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contenting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grieving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agony,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so?&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/1254232788143490994-7684937572977759793?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7684937572977759793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=7684937572977759793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7684937572977759793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/7684937572977759793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-truth.html' title='Random Truth'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SjJ62ed7UWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FAk2jeBz8bI/s72-c/IMG_9061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8685122457887390446</id><published>2009-06-11T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:03:09.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8685122457887390446?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8685122457887390446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8685122457887390446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8685122457887390446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8685122457887390446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-9121938338309467858</id><published>2009-06-11T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:08:49.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen, read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, now I've got to strict myself on what I have to choose and what I have to do. I've learn that (I've realized this before but never learn to it), we shall never put such high expectation on  something (to be concise, friends) or else we will end up hurting ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can they do?&lt;br /&gt;They come, they go. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some take us for granted. When we tried our best to be there for them, we never get back the same treatment. Friends do not ask for anything in return but  hey, AT LEAST, show some appreciation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Even some don't help when we're in deep agony and trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you got brain and you can think. Don't be so SELFISH, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say that I'm the one who is selfish but lets take a look back.&lt;br /&gt;Has it always been my fault? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This is in general, no offense.&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/1254232788143490994-9121938338309467858?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/9121938338309467858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=9121938338309467858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/9121938338309467858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/9121938338309467858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/listen-read.html' title='Listen, read.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-723761633688391345</id><published>2009-06-10T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:10:50.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluargh</title><content type='html'>Stole this from MeiArt, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of pants&lt;br /&gt;Anything that fits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal&lt;br /&gt;kitties, moomoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink&lt;br /&gt;Barbican, Snapple :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport&lt;br /&gt;Dodge ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month&lt;br /&gt;February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon character&lt;br /&gt;This is hard man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been close to dying&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Yeah *surprise surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke a bone&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;Teach me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran away&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke someones heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried over someones death&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh *surprise surprise again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair&lt;br /&gt;Haha thats lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used someone&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your good-luck charm&lt;br /&gt;Prayers to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Dance, beat bebeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to you&lt;br /&gt;Ghost :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pet peeve&lt;br /&gt;Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivations&lt;br /&gt;Life observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Pox&lt;br /&gt;D'uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soar throat&lt;br /&gt;Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one night stand&lt;br /&gt;Hihihihi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance relationships&lt;br /&gt;Ehem ehem to Mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like school&lt;br /&gt;Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your family&lt;br /&gt;Of course, sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear contact lenses or glasses&lt;br /&gt;Glasses. Wanted to wear lenses so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like filling out surveys&lt;br /&gt;Like this? Haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yourself&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. We have to. Don't like our own selves? Go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the last person who called you&lt;br /&gt;AttTities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you smile the most&lt;br /&gt;H and M and A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows you best&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this survey 1st&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets on your nerves&lt;br /&gt;When anything gets on me nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday did you ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you liked&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;sedihnya soalan ni. *sama reaction dgn Mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick&lt;br /&gt;Still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in your bed&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw or heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;No one notices when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the movies with&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mention his name. IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you they loved you&lt;br /&gt;AttTities &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you to&lt;br /&gt;AttTities &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fought with&lt;br /&gt;E and A and I and M and schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made fun of&lt;br /&gt;MeiFart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made fun of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick on ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you righty or lefty&lt;br /&gt;Righty. Both when on piano, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary or Funny movie&lt;br /&gt;Scary bebeh! Funny on times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla, yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or Tea&lt;br /&gt;Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter&lt;br /&gt;Winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry or Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citrus or Berry&lt;br /&gt;Belly. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hated anyone in your family&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten any awards&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good singer&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last dream about&lt;br /&gt;Go read my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last shower&lt;br /&gt;Few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What book are you reading now&lt;br /&gt;How To Kill Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;Being loved and cuddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's underneath your bed&lt;br /&gt;Phone chargers. I have tonnes of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;My Moo moos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most scared of right now&lt;br /&gt;Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely right now&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song thats stuck in your head right now&lt;br /&gt;Get Naked by Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you notice on opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you to shy to ask someone out&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;Society shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flower&lt;br /&gt;Err, this is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with&lt;br /&gt;I can't count my pillows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-723761633688391345?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/723761633688391345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=723761633688391345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/723761633688391345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/723761633688391345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/bluargh.html' title='Bluargh'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5508179575616963521</id><published>2009-06-10T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:51:47.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>My blog looked totally shitty in Internet Explorer. Meanwhile, it looked just awesome in Mozilla Firefox. Ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5508179575616963521?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5508179575616963521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5508179575616963521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5508179575616963521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5508179575616963521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2637078849795594036</id><published>2009-06-10T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:43:56.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I had this nightmare.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There was me and H. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were MURDERERS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We killed some people, for some reason we don't know.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I felt the &lt;strike&gt;pleasure&lt;/strike&gt; of KILLING and STABBING and SLASHING and SLAUGHTERING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hands were BLOODIED and smudged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah please help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same time, I feel scared and anxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm seeing dead bodies", my mind spoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at this apartment, with a huge drainage at the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I MINCED the body, I stuffed it inside a bag and threw it off the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the water was crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can see EVERYTHING inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the drainage, I saw few other DEAD BODIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed by whom, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were FLOATING in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was this part that really freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bodies were like, WATCHING me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw their eyeballs MOVING, to my body movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were OBSERVING me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After throwing the bodies, we acted like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if, we were PROFESSIONALS in slaughtering human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got this high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-2637078849795594036?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2637078849795594036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2637078849795594036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2637078849795594036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2637078849795594036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-4735225999464110330</id><published>2009-06-08T20:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:27:47.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG</title><content type='html'>Despite being emo, I found out about this movie. I've been waiting for so long! Finally, Final Destination 4!! Yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkmaPmf8Od0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkmaPmf8Od0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-4735225999464110330?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4735225999464110330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=4735225999464110330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/4735225999464110330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/4735225999464110330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8049103056791222871</id><published>2009-06-07T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:58:59.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you, my dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been giving out chances everytime and all you do is let me down.&lt;br /&gt;And its taking me this long but I figured you out.&lt;br /&gt;And you think it will be fine again but not this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to call anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to hurt anymore,&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left to beg for.&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me that you’re sorry,&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t believe you like I did before .&lt;br /&gt;You’re not sorry, no more,  no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ so innocent,&lt;br /&gt;I might believe you if I didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Could have loved you all my life,&lt;br /&gt;If you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;And you got your share of secrets,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m tired of being last to know.&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re asking me to listen,&lt;br /&gt;Because its worked each time before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me calling for you ,&lt;br /&gt;And it never would’ve gone away, no.&lt;br /&gt;You use to shine so bright,&lt;br /&gt;But I watched our friendship, it fade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8049103056791222871?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8049103056791222871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8049103056791222871' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8049103056791222871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8049103056791222871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-you-my-dear-friend.html' title='To you, my dear Friend'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8857622521555978140</id><published>2009-05-30T21:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:55:44.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, Friday May 29th 2009, us at SMIAAG celebrated the ever awesome day, Teachers Day. Like totally, it was pretty amazing to be a part of the celebration! The day was so hectic and havoc and fun and merry and happy and fun fun and full of smiles and joyous and tears and soo much more. Hannan, Muadz and Me spent the morning in the class, finishing our cards (6 special cards for 6 special teachers, to be precise). I made cards for Teacher Alia and Teacher Azizan. Muadz made cards for Teacher Hawa and Teacher Rushida, while Hannan made cards for Teacher Hasnah and Teacher Arash. All 6 beautiful cards for 6 super beautiful and brilliant and clever and awesome and special teachers. Hee. WE LOVE OUR TEACHERS! So much, indeed. The most exhausting part was, three of us (here, may I label ourselves as Three Clevers, instead of Three Stooges, ehem) went searching all over school trying to find our teachers to give them the cards. The first 3 teachers whom got the cards were Teacher Rushida, Teacher Arash and Teacher Azizan. Here's the snap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiE56clJu2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QytF-lKmK-I/s1600-h/IMG_8792.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/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiE56clJu2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QytF-lKmK-I/s400/IMG_8792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341614309305334626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all looked happy and glad. Hee. One cool joke Teacher Arash made, "Hannan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ni saya ajar dulu time Geografi. Dia nampak sangat&lt;/span&gt; innocent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan tu membuatkan saya rasa lagi nak marah dekat dia&lt;/span&gt;". HAHA, best la teacher! Poor Hannan, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was (or were) Teacher Alia and Teacher Amira (sorry sis, we haven't got no time to make you one card!). Teacher Amira said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh takpe la, saya ni bukannya cikgu pun. Panggil kakak pun takpe lah&lt;/span&gt;". Hehe, shall we call you '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muallimah&lt;/span&gt;' instead? Here's the snap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiE7h3T6dSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RWiADs9PXlQ/s1600-h/IMG_8793.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/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiE7h3T6dSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RWiADs9PXlQ/s400/IMG_8793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341616086007313698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They both smiled like there's no tomorrow. Yeah, keep on with the smiles! We came across Teacher Alia when us Three Clevers were heading upstairs to the teachers' room while she was walking downstairs heading to the feast. So, we capture the moment dekat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celuk-ceruk tangga je&lt;/span&gt;, haha. Supreme supreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Three Clevers heading to the teachers' room, far away at the other end of the balcony we saw Teacher Hawa. So we yelled her name and reached her. Here's the snap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiE9TQP3KnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gzUX4t1NPxE/s1600-h/IMG_8796.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/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiE9TQP3KnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gzUX4t1NPxE/s400/IMG_8796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341618034026424946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She posed like ohh-emm-gee-so-gorgeous! Haha, absurd. But indeed, the way she posed rather was unique and very very picturesque. This time, we're included in the picture. Special thanks to Yambee (as she was unpurposely been there and helped to capture this)! Look at all those happy faces, haha. Best picture captured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, here come the most exhausting part for that day. We searched and ransacked (er,huh?) all over places to find Teacher Hasnah. God, where in the world could she have been? Us Three Clevers searched all over school for her that we even got soaked wet in our own sweat (euw gross). But that was the very truth! The day was super hot and steamy, we even felt like we're living in a microwave or something. Huh. After friday prayers, finally, we got to see Teacher Hasnah. What a relief! Thank God we didn't have to postpone the card-giving process. Here's the snap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFAi6U3AhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_gJ5oKC-00s/s1600-h/IMG_8801.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/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFAi6U3AhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_gJ5oKC-00s/s400/IMG_8801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341621601554596370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YEAHHHHH. Finally, the card-giving process has complete! Haha. Look at her, she reacted all so happy and glad. She gave us that super sweet and jovial smile. God, I won't forget that smile.&lt;br /&gt;So, those were the teachers who received our cards. Hee. No such thanks can pay the sacrifices they have made all along. Hope the cards we gave can make their day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for your information, these are the cards each of us,the Three Clevers made. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Teacher Rushida, by Muadz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFG_BqS5OI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RbsBCnYuvzs/s1600-h/IMG_8781.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/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFG_BqS5OI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RbsBCnYuvzs/s320/IMG_8781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341628681629656290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFI_UIc9qI/AAAAAAAAALY/lKAAenIZWrA/s1600-h/IMG_8782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFI_UIc9qI/AAAAAAAAALY/lKAAenIZWrA/s320/IMG_8782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341630885611239074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Teacher Hawa, by Muadz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFG-hFpQnI/AAAAAAAAALA/srHQSj3yevU/s1600-h/IMG_8779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFG-hFpQnI/AAAAAAAAALA/srHQSj3yevU/s320/IMG_8779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341628672885998194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFG--OOQ9I/AAAAAAAAALI/NU4daNz7HCk/s1600-h/IMG_8780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFG--OOQ9I/AAAAAAAAALI/NU4daNz7HCk/s320/IMG_8780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341628680706606034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Teacher Hasnah, by Hannan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFG-DD8JfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yQju4vIcHkM/s1600-h/IMG_8777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFG-DD8JfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yQju4vIcHkM/s320/IMG_8777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341628664825783794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFKjcMryCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JT-I_xnuh3I/s1600-h/IMG_8778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFKjcMryCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JT-I_xnuh3I/s320/IMG_8778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632605763389474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To teacher Arash, by Hannan:&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/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFI__iq2qI/AAAAAAAAALo/NOU_fo5u49I/s1600-h/IMG_8787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFI__iq2qI/AAAAAAAAALo/NOU_fo5u49I/s320/IMG_8787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341630897263925922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFJAdkWeNI/AAAAAAAAALw/RzuSJrjbBto/s1600-h/IMG_8788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFJAdkWeNI/AAAAAAAAALw/RzuSJrjbBto/s320/IMG_8788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341630905324042450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Teacher Azizan, by Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFJAv6zmyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/htjLWj6EvYo/s1600-h/IMG_8789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFJAv6zmyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/htjLWj6EvYo/s320/IMG_8789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341630910250064674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFKjmocOOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Y1wRUzwja_o/s1600-h/IMG_8790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFKjmocOOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Y1wRUzwja_o/s320/IMG_8790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632608564164834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Teacher Alia, by Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFKj_GVhII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QrvfwPAcmUE/s1600-h/IMG_8783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFKj_GVhII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QrvfwPAcmUE/s320/IMG_8783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632615132005506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFI_uDvnMI/AAAAAAAAALg/A8D_jiAEVl8/s1600-h/IMG_8785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiFI_uDvnMI/AAAAAAAAALg/A8D_jiAEVl8/s320/IMG_8785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341630892570811586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I present to you, THE CARDS! Made by us (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;copyright okay). Muadz's second card in the picture was factually incomplete. We added a cloud and a sun with its shine few minutes before we gave the card to Teacher Hawa, haha. Cool fast act eh? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perasan&lt;/span&gt;*. I made both cards in the same design because my mind couldn't think of any other idea. Huhu. I think, Hannan made the most fun cards! His cards were creative and hell yeah, damn adorable! Haha. He's really really imaginative I tell you. To Muadz and myself: We did a great job too, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that day, we really had an awesome blast. Thanks teacher, for all the sacrifices. Nothing can never really repay back all the efforts you've made to teach us. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Even when we drool, you're still cool&lt;/span&gt;". Hehe, my quote. Later in the evening, when we're having a feast, Teacher Hawa came to Me and Hannan and said something. We can sense, she spoke with all her heart. We melted and touched by her words, and so did she. We love you too as well Teacher Hawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Woah, I can't believe I wrote this so-damn-miles-long-entry. Haha, thanks for reading!&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/1254232788143490994-8857622521555978140?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8857622521555978140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8857622521555978140' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8857622521555978140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8857622521555978140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/blast.html' title='Blast!'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SiE56clJu2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QytF-lKmK-I/s72-c/IMG_8792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-3370141647280427822</id><published>2009-05-28T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:05:51.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I can let go of the messed up studies in my head for now. Exams are over! I felt like jumping off the school corridor just now. But that would be suicide, idiot. Something cool: our dearest Teacher Alia really made up our last paper. She let us start early, finish answering and go out at anytime we want. She even wrote on the whiteboard "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boleh keluar bila-bila masa&lt;/span&gt;". Woahh, we love&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Teacher Alia!! Haha. Thats how the first semester examination ends. Psst, this only happen to class 5 Suhaib ar-Rumi. Not to the other 2 classes.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la geng, tak dapat la korang nak rasa&lt;/span&gt; opportunity&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; macam ni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm too lazy to update the Exam Period Series,haha! Sorry. Let bygones be bygones. Bahaha :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-3370141647280427822?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/3370141647280427822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=3370141647280427822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3370141647280427822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3370141647280427822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/relief.html' title='Relief.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2302336789342582984</id><published>2009-05-27T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:55:45.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple.</title><content type='html'>Hi! Just want to say, tomorrow would be my last day of examination! Yaw bebeh yeah. Freedom, for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And hey, I just put on a new banner up there. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-2302336789342582984?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2302336789342582984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2302336789342582984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2302336789342582984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2302336789342582984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple.html' title='Simple.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2747311524026262846</id><published>2009-05-23T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:29:22.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Them</title><content type='html'>Last night, I bought these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/ShgaWezU_zI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9IlcvPS7IBE/s1600-h/IMG_8627.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/_6F_bIKIicKE/ShgaWezU_zI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9IlcvPS7IBE/s400/IMG_8627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339046331775516466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/ShgaWLjnC0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BWs7rmNjg6Q/s1600-h/IMG_8631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/ShgaWLjnC0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BWs7rmNjg6Q/s400/IMG_8631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339046326609316674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I gave them to my besties.&lt;br /&gt;That red smiley is for Hannan. The alphabet 'H' was unavailable so,I got that special red smiley cupcake for him. Hee. The green 'E' was for Ehsan, the 'M's were for Muhammad R, Muadz and Mirin, the 'A' was for Adam.&lt;br /&gt;And I ate that red 'K'.&lt;br /&gt;That 'K', I took it with no such intention. I just took it, haha. Eventually, I ate it, as it is for me. Duh. But, I had no such idea what was 'K' stands for, until me n Tities chatted and I got an idea that 'K' stands for my lovalova, Katy Perry. WHOAA.&lt;br /&gt;Means I just ate Katy Perry. Sheeet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-2747311524026262846?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2747311524026262846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2747311524026262846' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2747311524026262846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2747311524026262846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-them.html' title='To Them'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/ShgaWezU_zI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9IlcvPS7IBE/s72-c/IMG_8627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-6432300929808219992</id><published>2009-05-23T16:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:42:05.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yudl - Ay - EEE - Ooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a YouTube fan. I watch videos whenever I want (duh), especially humorous one. But last Thursday (when my mind was totally disrupted after doing those shitty AdMaths papers), got back home from school and browsing through videos and I found this new (for me) and awesomely cool word: YODEL. Watch this, enjoy! And do comment, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDDEk2AMJAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDDEk2AMJAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned  at first and then starts enjoying my ass off watching this one, till I finally got obsessed with yodelling *sigh*. She's just 12 man! Couldn't get any awesomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I hate seeing that Black judge in the middle laughing. She laughed like god-damn-it-is-so-funny. Pfft.&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/1254232788143490994-6432300929808219992?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6432300929808219992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=6432300929808219992' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6432300929808219992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/6432300929808219992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/youtube.html' title='Yudl - Ay - EEE - Ooooo'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-3989198129199850685</id><published>2009-05-21T16:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:12:15.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Exam Period Series will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down and put for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is due to the Author's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental disruption and retardation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-3989198129199850685?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/3989198129199850685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=3989198129199850685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3989198129199850685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/3989198129199850685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/attention.html' title='Attention.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-137540960919750007</id><published>2009-05-20T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:12:03.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I pretty much just blabbers and write about nonsense stuffs here. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-137540960919750007?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/137540960919750007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=137540960919750007' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/137540960919750007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/137540960919750007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think.html' title='I think..'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8210073551119177652</id><published>2009-05-20T17:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:12:28.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exam Period Series: Third Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's paper, &lt;strike&gt;BAHASA ARAB TINGGI (BAT)&lt;/strike&gt; and Pendidikan Syariah Islamiah paper 1 (PSI 1). Lets start with BAT. Bzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzz  bzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzz. Enuff said. Watafak wehh. I wasn't paying all my attention to the papers. Wanna know what I did? Rubbing off clear my table till no such smudge left. Great huh? After I rubbed the smudges out, I sketched on the table again. Quite goof, ain't I? Haha. Not only on the table, also in the question papers. I didn't know what to answer! So I guess I better draw stuffs, probably might entertain my Ustaz (I rubbed the sketches off before I go out, don't worry I am no fool). I also brainstormed on what to write about in my new blog entry when I got home. And this is it, what I've thought throughout the exam. Haha. Now lets move on to PSI 1, we had fun. Yeah! Throwing all those beads (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manik&lt;/span&gt;) to Afif Mok Mok (Afif Marzlan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sampai masuk telinga&lt;/span&gt;. Bahahaha. Awesomeness :D The paper wasn't as tough as BAT's. BAT paper was like totally hell mad. I couldn't understand even a single thing. I'm totally crapped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just realized that the seating position in my class is pretty awesome. Except for one thing, when its morning, only one person is totally suffering by the sunrise highlights of the sunshine. And that guy is Faiz Ali (not me okay). Dang, pity him. Haha. I gotta draw a diagram to make this story clearer! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, is another day. A BIG day. Why? Because its Additional Mathematics paper. Yeah bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, enuff creampuff for now. See you again. Thanks. :)&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/1254232788143490994-8210073551119177652?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8210073551119177652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8210073551119177652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8210073551119177652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8210073551119177652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-period-series-third-day.html' title='The Exam Period Series: Third Day'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-2279643638964198016</id><published>2009-05-19T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:13:07.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was last Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The ever truly wonderful day, Teacher's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How do I read, if I never been taught to open my mouth and mumble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How do I write, if I never been given a pencil and mess my dad's journal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How do I draw, if I never been given a crayon and scribble the home walls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How do I calculate, if I never been given a huge children calculator and add 1 to 1 equals 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How do I learn to correct all these, without being given a teacher?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;They exist not only at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;They are always there to teach even when you drool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Without them, world could impossibly have such any brilliants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;We're nothing without them, who we call as Teachers.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks teachers, for teaching me all this while. No such thanks can pay back all the sacrifices and all the knowledge you nourished me with. I try and promise to study well, and pass the exam with flying colours. Sorry for sending this a little late (hope you don't mind). I promise I won't let you down, InsyaAllah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;input name="security_token" value="AOuZoY5WwaxayJcgijPyB2ap8xwuhBLxSA:1242723568234" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="postID" value="2279643638964198016" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;input name="blogID" value="1254232788143490994" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="errorbox-good"&gt;&lt;input name="securityToken" value="FBbFO8H8aqiJoG7kKWEHX5ubkAc:1242723568251" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-2279643638964198016?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2279643638964198016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=2279643638964198016' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2279643638964198016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/2279643638964198016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-last-saturday.html' title='It was last Saturday'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-184806297701732147</id><published>2009-05-19T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:58:13.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exam Period Series: Second Day</title><content type='html'>English! I think I sucked at paper one. I didn't manage my time good enough! Dang it. On paper 2, it was just okay. For tomorrow, it's Bahasa Arab Tinggi. *deep long gasp and gulp* No comment. Just like what &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Dena&lt;/span&gt; said, "blargh!". Haha. Uhh, just pray that we got the very best result &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I was thinking about Teacher Hayati as she used to teach us English last year, class 4 Salahuddin al-Ayubi. Got home, open this PC and ka-da-bush! *surprise surprise* Teacher shouted at my shoutbox. Woahhhh. She can read my mind! *surprise surprise*&lt;br /&gt;Well, that delights my day :D I miss you lah teacher! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila nak jumpa&lt;/span&gt;? Seriously, I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my last entry (yesterday's) is my 50th entry! Woo-hoo to myself. Hehe. Okay, enough blabs for now. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-184806297701732147?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/184806297701732147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=184806297701732147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/184806297701732147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/184806297701732147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-period-series-second-day.html' title='The Exam Period Series: Second Day'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-720654404193386131</id><published>2009-05-18T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:58:33.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exam Period Series: First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first subject paper was; Bahasa Melayu. Jeng jeng jeng. The first paper was kinda easy. Probably (?). But the second paper was, aaaaargh terrible! Didn't manage to complete the whole question. I missed the last question which apparently 8 marks flew away. Bwham! Just like that (Is that how 'fly' sounds like?). But something is much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, a clock? Uh, well, that wall clock we usually hang on the walls (duh) i.e. in the classroom, bedroom etc etc. Ahh long story short, its just a clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever got cheated by a clock? I know this sound rather stupid but, think for a while. Haven't you? For example, you have a date with your girlfriend/boyfriend at 12pm. You take a good look at the clock and it shows '11.30 am'. "Phew, still got a half an hour to get ready", you monologued. Few moments later, you checked it again and voila, it shows the exact same time. You freak out and look at another clock, it shows '12.15 pm'. Darn it. You go curse the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time, it takes place in my classroom, when we all were struggling with the exam paper, today. At a point, we all looked at  the clock and it shows '1.25 pm'. We all go and took a little nap  or some rest or even go day-dreaming (well, not literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all)&lt;/span&gt;. Few minutes later, we looked at the clock, it says '1.25 pm'. "Hee, still got more time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..wait, it can't be. No no no no this is way to freaky. We checked another time mech (our wrist watch. I don't know why we preferred to look at our class clock rather than our own watch.) Ka-blam! 2.00 pm. Only got another 15 minutes to pass up the paper. Damn it! The clock! It has cheated on us! Garhrahhrah *angry-sound effect*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats the first day story. The Cheating Clock. Ah we should've spotted that it would cheat on us. I don't know whats gonna happen tomorrow, as for English subject. My favourite! Hee. Wish me luck and pray for our success. Ameen~&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/1254232788143490994-720654404193386131?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/720654404193386131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=720654404193386131' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/720654404193386131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/720654404193386131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day.html' title='The Exam Period Series: First Day'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5332116038876931708</id><published>2009-05-17T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:15:50.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Have Changed For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Little deaths in musical beds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So it seems I'm someone I've never met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Things have changed for me, and that's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Things have changed for me, and that's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to go where everyone goes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to know what everyone knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to go where everyone feels the same.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few words from a song by Panic! at the Disco, titled That Green Gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;Last year's song, but I still like it.&lt;br /&gt;It has something to do with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5332116038876931708?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5332116038876931708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5332116038876931708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5332116038876931708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5332116038876931708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-have-changed-for-me.html' title='Things Have Changed For Me'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5495418818402735249</id><published>2009-05-17T01:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:58:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poodle-pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagged by Mey-reng fArt, hoyeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apakah benda yang paling penting dalam hidup anda?&lt;br /&gt;God, momma &lt;33, family, friends &lt;3, money, good deeds  and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Apakah benda terakhir yang kamu beli dengan wang sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates, yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Di manakah tempat impian perkahwinan kamu?&lt;br /&gt;Pelamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Berapa lama anda rasa hubungan anda kekal?&lt;br /&gt;Ikut aku lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Adakah anda dilamun cinta?&lt;br /&gt;Oui :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Di manakah restoran terakhir anda makan malam?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Rogers. Special Mother's Day dinner &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Namakan buku terakhir yg anda beli?&lt;br /&gt;Biology F4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Apakah nama penuh anda?&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Faiz bin Jamain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Anda lebih senang dengan mak atau bapak?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a Daddy. Then of course with my Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Namakan seseorang yang anda ingin jumpa untuk kali pertamanya dalam hidup yg ni,&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry in cute purply costumes. Ah shtim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sebutkan 8 sahabat yang paling rapat dengan anda.&lt;br /&gt;Att, Hannan, Muadz, Farhi, Ehsan (?), Mirin, Sis Farha, Besties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh semua ah! Sukati aku la nak berapa banyak  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Adakah anda mencuci pakaian sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;Ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Tempat paling seronok yang anda mahu pergi&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere content and calm and I can relax my tight ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pelukan atau ciuman?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Butirkan 5 tentang orang yang tag anda&lt;br /&gt;- Supaa artistic&lt;br /&gt;- Craving for Yousef&lt;br /&gt;- Att's bestie&lt;br /&gt;- She's a Chinese *duh&lt;br /&gt;- Er..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 8 perkara yang amat saya gilai buat masa ini-&lt;br /&gt;- Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;- Cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;- SPM.&lt;br /&gt;- Piano.&lt;br /&gt;- Beats, electropop and junk-disco.&lt;br /&gt;- Photography and art.&lt;br /&gt;- Buildings and creations.&lt;br /&gt;- Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 8 perkara yang sering diucapkan-&lt;br /&gt;- Yaw&lt;br /&gt;- Astaghfirullah&lt;br /&gt;- Ya Allah&lt;br /&gt;- Surprise surprise&lt;br /&gt;- Shit&lt;br /&gt;- Ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;- Hoyeahh&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. 8 buah buku yang terbaru anda baca&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;- Physics.&lt;br /&gt;- Additional Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;- Modern Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;- Biology.&lt;br /&gt;- Sejarah.&lt;br /&gt;- Bahasa Arab Tinggi (surprise surprise)&lt;br /&gt;- Al-Qur'an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 10 lagu yang saya boleh dengar berulang kali-&lt;br /&gt;- Justice: Phantom part I &amp;amp; II&lt;br /&gt;- Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;- Yiruma: River Flows In You&lt;br /&gt;- Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;- Does It Offend You, Yeah?: We Are Rockstars&lt;br /&gt;- Pussycat Dolls: Jai Ho&lt;br /&gt;- Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;- A Fine Frenzy: Near To You&lt;br /&gt;- Miley Cyrus: The Climb&lt;br /&gt;- Leona Lewis &amp;amp; Avril Lavigne: I Will Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 8 perkara yang saya pelajari tahun lalu&lt;br /&gt;Last year? Well, they're SO last year. Why would I reminisce it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Mari men'tag 3 orang lain&lt;br /&gt;-Att.&lt;br /&gt;-Hannan.&lt;br /&gt;-Muadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-5495418818402735249?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5495418818402735249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5495418818402735249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5495418818402735249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5495418818402735249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/poodle-pop.html' title='poodle-pop'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-1354201649891454058</id><published>2009-05-14T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:13:43.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>originally by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I need to walk away,&lt;br /&gt;how long shall I stay?&lt;br /&gt;Upon leaving to astray,&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why need to go near,&lt;br /&gt;with the face like a liar?&lt;br /&gt;Shivers and broken tears,&lt;br /&gt;why did you go near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching me,&lt;br /&gt;lights up the day will be.&lt;br /&gt;But now, all I can see,&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling sick and all agony,&lt;br /&gt;no I am not begging for sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;Not even for any mercy,&lt;br /&gt;just needing a little concerning friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near to you, i am healing.&lt;br /&gt;Friends care, not fretting.&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen the clue coming,&lt;br /&gt;to try avoiding upset misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through sadness going on,&lt;br /&gt;when what you have has gone.&lt;br /&gt;The ones you love let you down,&lt;br /&gt;and alone, it is hard to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This melancholy burn,&lt;br /&gt;and all the lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;Patience and prayers are all only I own,&lt;br /&gt;to Him only I should turn.&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/1254232788143490994-1354201649891454058?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1354201649891454058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=1354201649891454058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1354201649891454058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1354201649891454058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/originally-by-me.html' title='originally by me'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-5394564837949790098</id><published>2009-05-11T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:45:12.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not everything is perfect, ain't all we expect come to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still stubborn by still going to school. The reason why? Exam is next week (June 18th). Ohemmgee. And the other reason is, I wanna meet my friends. HellYeah thats soo true. I love seeing my friends everyday. I won't go boring or puke seeing their faces. Okay, today go to school and Borhanuddin/Farhan/Bo-Bo-Bo-Borhan/WajaHebat was absent. Fever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;. Pity him. My besties; Adam, Muadz, Hannan, Safwan, Salman, Amirin, Muhammad R, Fuhaira and some other common friends saw my wrist. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Uhh wait, do you guys note that there's a name which is not listed amongst them&lt;/span&gt;? Who could that guy be? Haihh.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty upset, why couldn't he be as concerning as others? Or probably he got a problem of his own? (But he look all so happy and frigging-having-a-fun-time-yeah) Huh. I couldn't write with my right hand. It hurts soo much. It bleeds, too. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&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/1254232788143490994-5394564837949790098?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5394564837949790098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=5394564837949790098' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5394564837949790098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/5394564837949790098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8058033213716623016</id><published>2009-05-11T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:28:18.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take a few seconds reminiscing your bad and your good deeds. Zikr and pray to Him,  to our Dearest Lord. Death could come to you in anytime, anywhere, wherever and whenever. Do and always remember Allah, as He is our Most Merciful and Most Highness and The Greatest creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm still alive, but poor the guy (in my other post). SubhanAllah, He still give me the chances to change and to rebuild what is lost and what has been missing. Thanks my dear friends for supporting  me when I was down and being there shining for me. I really love you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-8058033213716623016?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8058033213716623016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8058033213716623016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8058033213716623016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8058033213716623016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-1794089117975087654</id><published>2009-05-07T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:38:28.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh.</title><content type='html'>I don't think by posting anything happy will change my condition. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1254232788143490994-1794089117975087654?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1794089117975087654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=1794089117975087654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1794089117975087654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/1794089117975087654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/uhh.html' title='uhh.'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254232788143490994.post-8028675946131406380</id><published>2009-05-07T23:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:54:35.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin McKlein? Clark Klein? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home from school at 10.30pm. I went out from the house for school at 6.50am which literally means, I was at school for like 11 hours straight. Gahh. So frigging exhausting! Pfft. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak belajar, nak pandai, kena&lt;/span&gt; sacrifice. Huu. It was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; penat gila bangang la&lt;/span&gt;. BUT, something lit me up. Imagine, your mom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suruh pegi kat meja makan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ayam goreng&lt;/span&gt; (which sounds awesomelly boring) but by opening the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung saji&lt;/span&gt;, what you see is a box full of CUPCAKES. Omagahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL9vPks0WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HooUQWFnRUM/s1600-h/IMG_8485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL9vPks0WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HooUQWFnRUM/s320/IMG_8485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333103896836231522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL9u945miI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tL5GzkcDNdY/s1600-h/IMG_8477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL9u945miI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tL5GzkcDNdY/s320/IMG_8477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333103892089117218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL9uvon_WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_FC323roqaY/s1600-h/IMG_8480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL9uvon_WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_FC323roqaY/s320/IMG_8480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333103888262757730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL_XS9IvsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kYCHM6af3sc/s1600-h/buttrock.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 29px; height: 25px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL_XS9IvsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kYCHM6af3sc/s400/buttrock.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333105684450426562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL_DEmUrAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/93NMM-jF1ss/s1600-h/q20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 48px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL_DEmUrAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/93NMM-jF1ss/s400/q20.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333105336999259138" 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/1254232788143490994-8028675946131406380?l=popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8028675946131406380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1254232788143490994&amp;postID=8028675946131406380' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8028675946131406380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1254232788143490994/posts/default/8028675946131406380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsicleyeahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/surprise-surprise.html' title='surprise surprise'/><author><name>fJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203287229827560953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/S6O3dl0Y9bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OT7DuO2gzho/S220/DSC_0792(2).png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F_bIKIicKE/SgL9vPks0WI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HooUQWFnRUM/s72-c/IMG_8485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
