<?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-8940233</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:18:10.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fairytale</title><subtitle type='html'>What I experience, what I wish To Tell.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115475267258726501</id><published>2006-08-05T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:13.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't say anything anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys. I shall not blog anymore for now. Lotsa stuff on my mind right now. Need to think everything over. To those who commented/ leave their tags, thanks a whole lot. I guess sometimes what I say, what I do, what I think can hurt you guys but please believe me, it wasn't meant to be that way.Its just all my feelings and thoughts and pure curiousity.For those who just want to hurt me, well, you got me. You got me well. It went right through. Yup.I guess, I will never get any kind of pure happiness in my life.There's always just someone out there wanting to get me and see me breakdown.I've been through the worse already. If you really want to get me, then come and say it to my face la. Aku tak takot la eh! What? Action berani?? Come forward and you'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its my life so its my own business what I wanna do to myself! Even if I want to kill myself, even if I wanna be a murderer, even if I wanna slap you, its my bloody freaking problem! Urgh! Im over all these stupid shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115475267258726501?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115475267258726501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115475267258726501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115475267258726501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115475267258726501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wont-say-anything-anymore.html' title='I won&apos;t say anything anymore.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115452397529805714</id><published>2006-08-02T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:13.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I simply LOVE it. Your eyes. I just love looking at them! It makes you look so much cuter and sweeter but you shouldn't have kept quiet too much cause... I LOVE your laughter too! Awwww... you just remind me of a baby!! And you were so sweet to even bother picking me up from there. Your hair? I like it too!! Though it was curly *reminded me of hana.Haha!*, I am just waiting for my chance to play with it!! Oh dear. I've fallen for you. How?? What should I do? You shall be my pretty eyes from now! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, prac sucked just now. The car broke down just at the start of it! Stupid sey. On the road some more. I was driving some more! Then I had 3 instructors pushing the car! Haiz. Then, we had to go back to the circuit. So boring. Guess what? The car broke down again! Bloody hell. This time 5 instructors had to push! Kau. Finally changed car. Oh. I didn't like my instructor for today also. So.. bapak like and yet so kurang ajar kind. I don't know la how to describe. Hmm. Kla, thats all for my update now. Hehe. Bye!&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/8940233-115452397529805714?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115452397529805714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115452397529805714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115452397529805714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115452397529805714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/08/u.html' title='&lt;u'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115415448971478151</id><published>2006-07-29T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:13.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers. I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care. I can't keep your feet from stumbling. I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall. Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine; Yet I can share in your laughter. Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge; I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask. I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values, from me. I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you. I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you, But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself. I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting, But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place. I can't tell you who you are. I can only love you and be your friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115415448971478151?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115415448971478151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115415448971478151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115415448971478151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115415448971478151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_29.html' title='&gt;'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115401318546951269</id><published>2006-07-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:13.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTs oVer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Napfa is over!!! Phew! My entire body hurts like *dunno what* after so much of exercising. Well, gonna continue it from now on anyways. Hehe. I need to keep myself fit man. Haiz. As expected. I failed my napfa. who cares anyway. I still got my assessment and my theory paper to go!! Argh. I hate tests. Bloody shit. Oh yeah. Saw dg today. TWICE. He came for lecture then saw him again at north canteen. I was happy to see him of course but I just cant show it out much now cause the clear fact is HE HAS A GF. To make myself happy, I must get to see him happy and not always avoiding me and stuff. I feel like there's so much things to do and I don't have the energy to do it. Man. That sucks sey. I JUST WANNA SLEEP TILL *DUNNO WHEN*!!!!&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/8940233-115401318546951269?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115401318546951269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115401318546951269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115401318546951269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115401318546951269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-over.html' title='iTs oVer!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115375603635488805</id><published>2006-07-24T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST FRIEND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I miss having a best friend. Where did my best friend went to? Well, we're still friends but just hi and bye kinda friend. I have close friends but I need a best friend. My best friend doesn't treat my like one anymore. No matter how hard I try to preserve it, treasure it I think it just doesn't wants to continue. She's just not the same anymore. I know Im the same old shafa she knew since we were 10yrs old. Everytime I called, she's just to busy to entertain me. Did I do something wrong? We got separated at sec school but we still stayed close contact. I still remember how we used to send birthday cards, presents, come to each others house, sending letters through snail mail even though we both know there's the phone. I even remember our friendship color. Its yellow and purple. I still keep all those memories you know. Even both our parents practically know each other. I felt so sad that the last time I met you, we didn't talk as much. The more I tried to talk, the more you would stick to the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think that maybe now I just need someone to pour out my feelings and my problems. Someone like her. Someone who will stick with me through thick and thin. Someone who can bear listening to me talking about boyfriends, about my miserable life and everything 24/7 without even complaining. Someone who just isn't close to me at one point of time and the next they just push me at one side. Someone who I can call anytime of the day, even at 3am in the morning and they will still pick up without complaining and accompany me the rest of the night. Someone who will travel to the other side of the island just to see that Im okay even though they may be so busy. Im willing to do likewise for them but I guess they just think the other way round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I guess, I lost you. I won't be able to find someone like you. Eventhough we are not as close as we used to be, I want you to know that whenever you need me, Im here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss you, my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fauziah Bte Hasan.&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/8940233-115375603635488805?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115375603635488805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115375603635488805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115375603635488805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115375603635488805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/07/best-friend.html' title='BEST FRIEND.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115340626421312400</id><published>2006-07-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:13.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Suka Tak Apa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jikalau orang tak suka tak apa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tapi jangan lah kau mengata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sudah menjadi adat didunia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ada rupa dan berharta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Orang suka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jikalau orang tak suka tak apa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Biarlah ku mengundur diri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mungkin kau rasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aku tak sepadan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dengan dirimu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kusedar diri ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aku hanya lah insan biasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tapi aku ada harga diri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Walaupun, terguris hati ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hendak menitis air mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Namun, semuanya tak bererti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bagimu.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Waktu orang suka,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Semuanya indah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Waktu dah tak suka,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh, ada-ada saja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sukarnya nak kutemui c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yang sejati dan bahagia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jikalau orang tak suka tak apa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tuhan masih menyayangiku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Moga suatu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hari akan tiba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jodoh buatku dengan insan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yang ikhlas cinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kusedar diri ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aku hanyalah insan biasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tapi aku, ada harga diri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Walaupun terguris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hati ini....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hingga menitis air mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Namun semuanya tak bererti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bagimu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Waktu orang suka, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Semuanya indah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Waktu dah tak suka,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh, ada-ada saja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sukarnya kutemui cinta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yang sejati dan bahagia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jikalau orang tak suka tak apa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tuhan masih menyayangiku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Moga suatu hari akan tiba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jodoh buatku dengan insan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yang ikhlas cinta.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115340626421312400?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115340626421312400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115340626421312400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115340626421312400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115340626421312400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/07/tak-suka-tak-apa.html' title='Tak Suka Tak Apa.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115288910628514956</id><published>2006-07-14T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:12.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: Content in Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baik uh. Aku hari-hari bawak baju sejak skola start semester nie tap hari nie yang aku tak bawak baju diorg sabo aku. Kenapa la aku nie &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BODO&lt;/span&gt; sgt tak get the hint bler diorg suro aku diri tgh2? Haiz. Selengeh betol la. Geram sekejap tau aku. Sampai aku nangis. Tapi nampak sah tkder org yang tau la. Nasib baik bapak aku tak keje dan mood dier happy jer. Lau tak, naik cab jugak aku.Selamat la sekalian kan. Aku akan membalasnye balik tak lamer lagi. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;HAHAHAHAA!&lt;/span&gt; Beg aku baru cuci siak. Da kotor alek.Haiz. Mangkuk la.Oh.Tadi bapak aku ngan aku tgk cite cina tu. Aleh-aleh dier tanye, sejak bler aku suker tgk cite cina? Aku cakap la, sejak semalam. Haha! Dier cakap, ntah-ntah ader matair cina tak. Rambut aku pon bapak aku cakap buat muker aku nampak macam cina. Kenapa la.. Aku tanak muker aku macam cina la. Aku melayu. Walaupon aku ader darah cina.Hmm. Nasib baik tadi aku tak melepaskan geramku kat skola. Lau tak, fuyooh. Nanti aku &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt; jangan salahkan aku la eh. Oklar. Aku da malas.. aku da malas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115288910628514956?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115288910628514956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115288910628514956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115288910628514956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115288910628514956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/07/what.html' title='What the..'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115262786299137659</id><published>2006-07-11T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:12.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;-&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shall I be Emo for now?&lt;br /&gt;Shall I say I like reading suicide notes and pictures so that I know what to do when time comes?&lt;br /&gt;Shall I try it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't dare BUT maybe I might just try one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/_corte_pulso_.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/Focado.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/rope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cool huh? They even teach you how to tie the rope! Wait till I show you guys how to write suicide note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/cat%20sui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115262786299137659?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115262786299137659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115262786299137659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115262786299137659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115262786299137659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='&gt;-&lt;'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115235232427803015</id><published>2006-07-08T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You should have just said you got something on. It would have saved our time, money and energy. Instead, you have to say it after 45minutes of waiting for you and 5minutes just after seeing you? And it was like 25minutes before you had to go off? You think its a joke?What are you trying to do? Test my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKING PATIENCE&lt;/span&gt;? You made me so pissed off that I wanted to just snap at anyone who even accidentally touches me. I just wanted to scream in the bloody train cabin. You made me cry right there and then all the way back home. You were &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no gentleman&lt;/span&gt; at all. You left me all alone at that place with no arah and tujuan. How could you? You proved me wrong. You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMMATURE&lt;/span&gt;. Fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115235232427803015?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115235232427803015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115235232427803015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115235232427803015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115235232427803015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-me.html' title='Is it Me?'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115182557090440343</id><published>2006-07-02T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:12.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To you....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;IM SORRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgive me ya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to lose a friend like you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115182557090440343?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115182557090440343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115182557090440343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115182557090440343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115182557090440343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115181719069150668</id><published>2006-07-02T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:12.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect The Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was waiting for you, you never showed up the same way. Now that I was gonna get you fully outta my head, you came showing up at the wrong place the wrong time. I feel so confused.The way you looked at me, makes all those old feelings for you come back. You can't do this to me. Im afterall only human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amongst the crowd I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walking alone in red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amongst the crowd you saw me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only to find out Im with a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My eyes looked at you for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only to find sadness and regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart suddenly jumped a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To say you're still abit in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh no!" I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It can't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Thats it!" My heart told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The wrong timing, the wrong place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why does it always happens to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't want to play with hearts, don't want to lose my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But maybe thats just how it will turn out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115181719069150668?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115181719069150668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115181719069150668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115181719069150668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115181719069150668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/07/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect The Unexpected.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115090035828114353</id><published>2006-06-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:12.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha! No, Im not gonna talk about food. Im gonna talk about the people involved in this food thingy. Of course its about me la and also, the KOPITIAM GUY. Farz, stop smiling. You GIGI. At the kopitiam at my workplace, there's this strawberry that works there part time.Yesterday, as per usual, I went down to buy food for lunch. The kopitiam guy was working. Fine. I didn't took much notice la and went on to buy my food. Then, when it was my turn...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nasi bungkus?"the kopitiam guy said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ah2."I replied.Then started pointing to the dishes that I wanted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"3 lauk jer? 3 lauk $3 uh gitu.."Kopitiam guy said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Huh?" I was abit blur la cause I was hungry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He laughed. And I just smiled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tak dapat discount tau.."kopitiam guy said to me when I passed him the kopitiam card.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Alek keje kul brape?" He continued.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Kul 10 eh?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Takla, kul 3.." I said.And he asked again. And so I replied again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, after payment, he smiled. And so I smiled back and went off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going home time.I changed to home clothes cause I had to go somewhere. Decided to take the train to City hall with farz. At the platform, I noticed a familiar looking person sitting down there alone and looking at us but of course we both ignored him. As we sat down in the train, that same strawberry sat in front of us. That was when I realised, its the KOPITIAM GUY again. This time in outside clothes. Not that bad.. I thought.He sat down and smiled. I was so paiseh sia. Haha! Told farz and we couldnt stop laughing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I went to kopitiam again. Actually felt like buying Mee rebus but cannot cause it was the kopitiam guy's stall. So bought Mee soto instead. As I was ordering, the kopitiam guy kept looking at me. Can see from the side of my eye. Then I turned to look at him la. He smiled. Haha! Gotto admit, he looks quite cute.Then, as he smiled got this pak cik standing beside him looking at me. I don't know who la. His dad or uncle or whoever. Then he kept looking and smiling. I was sooo paiseh. Then I went back to the card counter to change back the card and I noticed he was still looking at me!! Then after I got my name tag and change back, i started to walk off out of kopitiam but of course, I looked back la. Haha! And he waved!! My goodness. Not small, shy wave you know. Its tak tau malunye wave. Hahaha! But I was happy. Thats my new motivation for work now! Weee~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115090035828114353?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115090035828114353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115090035828114353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115090035828114353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115090035828114353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/06/food.html' title='Food!!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115052353612125822</id><published>2006-06-17T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:12.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Suddenly just felt like blogging about guys and also girls. Somehow I just get all the wrong guys. Where's all the right ones? Sometimes I think I am just too patient. Im willing to wait for someone for a very long time even though I just know that I can never get them at all. Am I that stupid to wait for them? People say, "Move on shafa, time to think about someone else..". I will, but in the end I will still think about that same person again. Been waiting for dg for almost a year now and for a fact I know I won't get him but I can't just move on. The "what if" keeps whirling ard my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-WHAT IF he's not attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-WHAT IF the moment I start to move on he starts to get back to my life again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-WHAT IF he just broke up and don't know what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-WHAT IF he wants to be friends? I don't mind having him as a friend for life and I don't have a boyfriend at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-WHAT IF every guy that I go out with I'll compare to dg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So many what if's still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've ever been so patient to wait for someone for 5hrs at the MRT station but that person never showed up at all and never informed me. So you see, I can wait for people. I just wait. And wait. I can get pissed but I won't say it. I hate waiting for people but sometimes thats just what happens.People take advantage of my patience and quietness. Fine. But if my darah so up already don't ever blame me. Its all your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-115052353612125822?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115052353612125822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115052353612125822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115052353612125822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115052353612125822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/06/guys.html' title='Guys.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-115038086474922420</id><published>2006-06-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:12.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/Tengku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/Tengku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He's OUT? He can't be out! He's not meant to be out. I guess its just plain luck for Joakim. So sorry but I believe Adil sings better than Joakim does. As for Hady, rock on! You did well and you deserve to be in the top 12. As for deary Adil, don't worry, the wildcard round is all yours my dear. Smiles aite? I should have voted one more for you. Cause I ACCIDENTALLY voted for Jay. Too excited to send I guess then got confused with the numbers. So, 60cents wasted on Someone I don't know and whats more doesn't have as much talent. Could have wasted $1.20 for you instead but what to do. Its not over though. Gonna vote maybe 3 times for you in the wildcard round? If we are allowed to vote, that is.Anyway, Joakim somehow reminds me of Kimi aka Hakim. They look like brothers! And the name is almost the same. Oh what the hell.Taa!&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/8940233-115038086474922420?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/115038086474922420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=115038086474922420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115038086474922420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/115038086474922420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/06/haiz.html' title='Haiz.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114974471417703675</id><published>2006-06-08T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:11.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum Dee Dum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just finished mopping the house. Resting awhile before I start cleaning up my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/6/06.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Its 2 days before my brother's birthday.Still thinking of what to get him. Maybe I'll just bring him shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4 more days to another 3 weeks of freaking attachment. Not looking forward cause I'll be seeing the same old people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2 days after what people said "Doom's Day". Nothing pretty much happened. Infact I enjoyed that day going to sentosa with Susu and Farz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4 days after my birthday. Argh! Im getting older. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3 more weeks before going back to school as a senior. Stress! But hey, can meet up with everyone again! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday night i decided to msg dg and zaki gd night. As per usual, Dg didn't call or reply back BUT Zaki did! Haha! Made myself happy for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Farz is outstation *Ceh* and Im left all alone in Singapore! Haha! Gonna die of boredom if I don't start planning to do something the next few days.Actually, I have lotsa places to go and do but don't wanna go there alone. Anyone kind enough to accompany me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go where?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-SIR to make a new passport for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-POSB bank to update stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Spectacle shop to make myself new glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Town to get myself some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Sentosa to enjoy once again! Hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I heard from my cousin that daddy is going Sibu island *fishing again*. If he really is going, Then Im really alone. Cause everyone seems to be busy with work, attachment, Fyp and other commitments. Oh well, I guess I just have to entertain myself then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v499/shafamanje/myspace-codes-animations-35.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&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/8940233-114974471417703675?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114974471417703675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114974471417703675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114974471417703675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114974471417703675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/06/dum-dee-dum.html' title='Dum Dee Dum!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114942951817459802</id><published>2006-06-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:11.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't I do something to myself that makes me happy? Can't I? People say thoughts are what counts. It really does to me but when I thought that someone thought about me but does not, it crushes me. Been waiting for that person to say something but I guess it doesn't matter anymore now. I realise I shouldn't expect so much. What I did on my birthday? Same thing I did last year. Alone at home. Wasn't expecting much. Missing my brother. I haven't met him still. Im now in the mood to listen to sad songs. Wonder why everyone thinks that on your birthday you celebrate it with your family? And your family thinks you celebrate it with your friends. In the end you don't even celebrate it. Am I making such a big fuss out of it? Maybe its just how I feel. I believe that we should be happy on our birthday not to say that I wasn't happy. Im contented. Urgh! Just feel like crying.Haiz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate being asked to do things. The more you force me to do it, the more I won't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be a follower and not a leader but I don't follow blindly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may not love me but I do love you very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't ask anything from you but a hug and some time together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd do anything for you but hurt you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/200/swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114942951817459802?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114942951817459802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114942951817459802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114942951817459802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114942951817459802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/06/cant-i.html' title='Can&apos;t I?'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114879983943482028</id><published>2006-05-28T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeee~!</title><content type='html'>I tried the generator hana tried and it was F-U-N!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STRaWBeRRY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gives a meal strawberry-appeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strawberry tested. mother approved.(Haha! Sounds like as if the strawberry has been interviewed and the mom like.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is not your father's strawberry.(Huh? Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its slightly rippled with a flat strawberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who would you have a strawberry with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHaFa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thank shafa its friday.(Hahahahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Step into the shafa.(Hmm.Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shafa is so bracing.(Really?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothing sucks like a shafa.(Is that suppose to be good or bad?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wow! I could have had a shafa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MaNJe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have you forgotten how good manje tastes?(Hahahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Choosy mothers choose manje.(Orite! Get me a choosy mother. Ahakz!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe she's born with it. Maybe its manje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Schhh..You know manje.(Huh? Don't want to share the secret ey..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Whenever there's a snack gap, Manje fits.(Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MiSFiTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Let the aini begin.(Hahahaha!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cuts farz time in half.(Yea.Because she's fast wat..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Grab life by the hana.(Siaaak ajer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A different kind of company.A different kind of lin.(Hmm.Think you're special?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Every bubble's passed its dewi.(Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Life's pretty straight without min.(Haha! Poor pak cik.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114879983943482028?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114879983943482028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114879983943482028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114879983943482028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114879983943482028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/05/weeeee.html' title='weeeee~!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114829143511431687</id><published>2006-05-22T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:10.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMg! oMG! omG! El made it to top 10!!!!! Shitz. I just got to know. Top 10 of singapore idol!!!! GoOOdNesS! And he made a huge huge mistake. I don't know if this is gonna be a hot story but we might never know. Haiz. I can't believe this man. Top 10! So, people, get ready to see another malay talent who is also a guy in the top 10. Haha! Go El go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh sHit!!! aDiL aLso Made it to Top 10!! WtH! Not surprising for adil though. He sings back up what. Omg. Its gonna be a KeRaZeEeE SeasoN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;WaTch Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114829143511431687?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114829143511431687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114829143511431687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114829143511431687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114829143511431687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/05/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114810892075373365</id><published>2006-05-20T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't have..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I shouldn't have looked at his profile. I shouldn't. Why I did? Cause he updated his pics and I just got curious. Atlast, I ended up making myself feel sad.I was over him.I am over him. Or am I? And the song he had on his profile was "Can't be without you". That made me feel even more sad. Urgh! Ok2, Think Hz. That will do. Will it? Oh noooo!!! Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aniwae, lin. I enjoyed last night. Hehee. You know, I know. Sounds wrong ey.. But its not la. Went Zouk or more specifically Phuture with her yesterday night and got back at 6.45am!! Wow. Met a few crazy people also. Just like lin. Haha! And my legs is really killing me. It was aching like hell yesterday night.Oh. We saw chocs also farz. And vanilla and latte and of couse strawberries la.Had late supper or early breakfast, either one with 6 people including myself.. I feel like going there again next week. Haha! Siao me. Somehow, I feel that Phuture is better compared to some other clubs I know.  Shall not mention the name though. Okla, thats all.. Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114810892075373365?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114810892075373365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114810892075373365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114810892075373365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114810892075373365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-shouldnt-have.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t have..'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114758890649454560</id><published>2006-05-14T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Ok peeps, Chalet pics UPLOADED! At my fotopage uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Happy mother's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I miss clubbing. Should have just gone yesterday but that was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I really should go find work. Im just spending and no saving. Wanna go Perth with dad and bangkok with my cousins and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Tomorrow work. Ugh.Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Must meet my bro sometime next week. Miss him really badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-HZ is quiet nowadaes. Actually, he's always quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I keep meeting old friends right now. Don't know wheather I like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I want my ipod!!! Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-My cats are making me abit crazy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114758890649454560?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114758890649454560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114758890649454560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114758890649454560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114758890649454560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/05/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114693873095559442</id><published>2006-05-07T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTE!!!!</title><content type='html'>SUPER DUPER CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pmLEs1eYDq4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114693873095559442?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114693873095559442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114693873095559442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114693873095559442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114693873095559442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/05/cute.html' title='CUTE!!!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114624345666945908</id><published>2006-04-29T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im so fucking tired and fucking pissed and fucking irritated. Im just basically dragging myself into things. Poor old me. I don't even know why/how the fucking hell Im able to deal with this stupid pieces of shit every single day. People out there are just using me up. Using my patience, my kindness, my friendliness everything!! Urgh! Fuck you la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh. Im not gonna name people anymore. Wateva codeword I use is for me only and I mean it. People who just read, don't tag as much or even tag at all have no fucking right to say anything. Anyway, this is my fucking blog. If you don't like it just Fuck off! Some people just say but no action and even when I can prove them wrong they still don't want to realise it. They still wanna be defensive. What the fuck. Really, WHATEVER OKAY. I just feel like staying at home and not meeting anyone I know for the next whole month. Cause when I explode, those who are not in the wrong also suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FUCKIN' OFF TO MISERY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114624345666945908?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114624345666945908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114624345666945908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114624345666945908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114624345666945908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114572597874350003</id><published>2006-04-23T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KHaiRuL aNuaR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/hotz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/hotz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee~! I love hyrul! I love hyrul!!! Hyrul! Hyrul! Hahaha! Excited la. Seeing another one of my idols. He's cute okay.. He sings well too. Well, now I know atleast half of his family. Thats good. Haha! Only have to wait for him to see mine. Hee. I went with Farz. I took not only pics with hyrul but also Olie(hyrul's bro) and Kak Maria J!! Haha! If only hyrul's manager wanna take pic. I take alredy! Anyway, the conversation btwn me and hyrul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (pass camera to hyrul's sis to take pic and walk towards hyrul).&lt;br /&gt;"Hie!!!!" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello...," He replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Namer saper?," (to autograph on the photo) he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Shafa" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"shafa. Cmne nk spell tu?" hyrul replied.&lt;br /&gt;"SHA.." i spelled.&lt;br /&gt;"FA?" he continued.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya!!!" I replied excitedly. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;"Namer panjang aper? Shafawati eh?" he ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya!!! Shafawati!! Btol!" I screamed softly.&lt;br /&gt;"hehe." He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to take picture I ran to his right side and he said, "wah, nak amek gambar pon ader side eh. Haha!" Eh, Mesti.. Aniwae, kak maria, his sis and his manager commented about my camera being slick. Hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like aini's mommy's fried chicken. Nice. Okla. thats all. I love hyrul anuar!! Weee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114572597874350003?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114572597874350003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114572597874350003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114572597874350003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114572597874350003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/khairul-anuar.html' title='KHaiRuL aNuaR!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114554824843140568</id><published>2006-04-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AZMIR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I saw Azmir!!!! At far east plaza. Was walking around with Lin, when I noticed someone in green who looked like Azmir. His back was facing us but I could still recognise him! We walked back( He was in Trendy Zone. Yup. Of all shops?!) and we turned. IT WAS AZMIR!!! ARGHHHHH!!! Then, there was this girl. She passed him this shopping bag. And I knew it was his gf. Cannot be sister, cannot be friend. As me and lin were turning, I kept staring at Azmir and he noticed! Hahahha! And he gave me a smile. ARGH! Made my day. =) But fact was that he had a gf. So what Nurul said in Suria segar was true. I don't really believe such things until I see it for myself. So there. I saw them. To me, the girl looked quite nice and friendly but I didn't dare to take picture cause it was his GF! Haiz. Lin said, the gf not pretty. I don't know la. Different people different views I guess. Then, We went to Nana thai even after eating a rice meal before watching Take the lead with farz at Cineleisure!! Farz had to go soccer. Thats why only me and Lin.. As me and Lin were waiting for our food, I saw Azmir again!! They were one level down. At a shoe shop again!!! Haiz. Then, we ate and walked back to Cine. Lin was gonna send me home on her bike! VROOOMMM!!! Hahahha! Nice ride. Thanks ya lin! Oh. And ya, I saw Azmir for the third time!!! We were riding back home. Then, I saw Azmir trying to get a cab. Hahahah! Kesian azmir. He should get a bike or something. Kan linn?  Well. Thats all. Hahah! Till then. Bye. Oh. Take the lead was good. I'll give 4 outta 5 bites! Hehek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114554824843140568?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114554824843140568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114554824843140568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114554824843140568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114554824843140568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/azmir.html' title='AZMIR!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114528818037610805</id><published>2006-04-17T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My previous post 5mins ago (scroll down), I felt sad cause no one so far wanted to accompany me to anugerah skrin's show. Then, before I could msg dg, my dad came home. Brought me 2 letters. One from NYP and one from I dunno who. Chucked the NYP letter away and opened it and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I saw &lt;strong&gt;KHAIRUL ANUAR'S&lt;/strong&gt; face at the side of the paper. Guess what??? I was invited to his Hi-tea at Pasir ris!!!! Wahhhhh.... SO HAPPY!! Invitation for me... wah.. everything was typed so nicely. EVEN MY NAME!!! Tak rugi aku join hyrul anuar fan club. Hahahahahaha! Yeyeh! Its on the 22nd also. Nevermind, after go see hyrul, I go see dg la! Can what. Heeeeee.&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/8940233-114528818037610805?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114528818037610805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114528818037610805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114528818037610805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114528818037610805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/yessa.html' title='YESSA!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114528693917293701</id><published>2006-04-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I watched anugerah skrin just now. Dg talked. Ghairah kape.. Haha! He's cute! But he doesnt seem to be telegenic. Then, at the end of it, they showed an advert of them giving out tickets to anugerah skrin on 22nd of april. I really wanna go. Really do. But I got a feeling nobody wanna follow me. Haiz. Unless there is? Is there? Anyone?? Maybe, I'll just make myself happy right now by sms-ing dg. Hopefully he reply or call me. That will just cheer me up. Oh well. Whatever it is, Dg has my full support. Impian perdana, go! go! go! Especially dg. =) &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114528693917293701?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114528693917293701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114528693917293701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114528693917293701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114528693917293701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm_17.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114509455730511257</id><published>2006-04-15T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoNGRaTs!</title><content type='html'>To Raba'a congrats ye.. Tak sempat pulak aku nak amek gambar ngan kau. Kau nak tuka baju jek. Abeh da kiter tunggu kau pulak turun lambat sampai hujan lebat turun. Atlast kiter alek. Hehehe. First friend of mine that I got to officially see her at the pelamin and eat the nasi minyak. Haha! Then got to know from my old friends that Salina got married 2 weeks ago! Wah. Now not one, but two of my friends are married. Cool. Managed to exchange contacts too. Haha! So kecoh la they all. Tomorrow I am invited to my friend's sister's engagement. Haiz. Suddenly they all are getting, engaged, married,going honeymoon la. Ish3. Now, Im thinking of wheather I wanna go see lin's bike today or not. The weather is abit kinda saying."Stay at home!" But dunno la. See how. Hmm. Okla, thats all! Chaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114509455730511257?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114509455730511257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114509455730511257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114509455730511257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114509455730511257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/congrats.html' title='CoNGRaTs!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114492407207826738</id><published>2006-04-13T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:09.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://notes.blinkyou.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Check Out Blinkyou.com to make your own personal notes + much more!" src="http://notes.blinkyou.com/notegallery/04132006/crumpled_5xzdqqpjvmu7hf9y.gif" 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/8940233-114492407207826738?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114492407207826738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114492407207826738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114492407207826738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114492407207826738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/letter-for-you.html' title='Letter for you'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114469485930094569</id><published>2006-04-11T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:08.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Song from Dg's perspective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Teman Tapi Mesra - Ratu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;aku punya teman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;teman sepermainan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kemana ada dia selalu ada aku&lt;br /&gt;dia amat manis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;juga baik hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;dia selalu ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;waktu untuk membantuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;namun aku bingung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ketika dia bilang cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;dan dia juga katakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tuk ingin jadi kekasihku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;reff: cukuplah saja berteman denganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;janganlah kau meminta lebih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ku tak mungkin mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kita berteman saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;teman tapi mesra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;aku memang suka pada dirimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;namun aku ada yg punya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lebih baik kita berteman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kita berteman saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;teman tapi mesra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;aku punya teman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;teman sepermainan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kemana ada dia selalu ada aku&lt;br /&gt;namun aku bingung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ketika dia bilang cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;dan dia juga katakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tuk ingin jadi kekasihku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;repat reff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How? True right??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114469485930094569?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114469485930094569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114469485930094569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114469485930094569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114469485930094569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114459025506023299</id><published>2006-04-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:08.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH. WHO CARES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you call me just to piss me off, then don't even bother calling even. No hello, no byes. WTH. I know what I should do la. So don't pester can?? If you don't think I can do it, then might as well you do it yourself right? Ugh! Waste my time and spoil my mood. Thats to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114459025506023299?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114459025506023299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114459025506023299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114459025506023299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114459025506023299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/ah-who-cares.html' title='AH. WHO CARES.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114443319265533017</id><published>2006-04-08T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:08.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HiM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anugerah skrin. At first, gotto know Lala joined anugerah skrin but he didn't make it. Shocked for awhile, laughed for awhile but that was it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NOW, I realised someone else is in it. Someone that means quite alot to me now. For almost a year already. Dg. Yes, yes, I shall say the name. HAFIDZ. I can't believe he joins this kinda things too! And he's in the top 20. WTH. Im still in shock. He's a nice guy really. Thats the reason I fell for him. And still falling. No doubt he's good looking. Still remember that look of his, his voice, his attitude. EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I wonder if he ever becomes popular, will his gf be as popular to such as aaron aziz(now his wife), fauzie. Will she? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just wanna tell him, "hey, you know something, can we atleast be friends? Im not asking for more. I know you got a gf and I respect that. She's a lucky girl but don't tell me you can't be friends with other girls because of her? I know my limits too.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wish I could say that. How I wish I was that brave. I will never though. 5 years in a relationship. Thats quite a strong one I must say. I won't be surprised if they ever get married but invite me? Please. I would love to give my blessings. Sincerely. I do. Maybe, he's tha first and last guy I will ever really fall for. He's my Mr right, Prince Eric, Strawberry, Knight in shining armour, Future husband? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe. Or maybe Im just thinking too far. Who cares anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LoVe YoU.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114443319265533017?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114443319265533017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114443319265533017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114443319265533017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114443319265533017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/him.html' title='HiM'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114423431984954093</id><published>2006-04-05T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:08.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am gonna flung at BIO. Confirm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyway, this clip is cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlFG_2gnKWc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114423431984954093?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114423431984954093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114423431984954093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114423431984954093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114423431984954093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/cute.html' title='cute'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114408468157533748</id><published>2006-04-04T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:08.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ugh! I hate studying. Though I want to go to school, I just simply hate studying. I want to go to school due to the joy of meeting my friends. Haiz. I can't believe I have attachment right after exams. Sucks. I want to enjoy first! Oh. Wth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, I dreamt about Dg, lin and me being in the same PRIMARY SCHOOL. The cool thing is that we were wearing home clothes! Oh. And Dg had slightly curly and wavy hair. Hahaha! Doesn't suit him at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Got to find out blueberry is in NS already. Cool. No wonder he's rarely online nowadaes. Hope going through that makes him more manly though. Haha! Still a cute guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now Im online and those that I want to see online is not online but those I do not want to see is online. How much suckier can that be? Bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I did a quiz on how I will die and I got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1109469973poisons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Poison&lt;/b&gt;. Your death will be by poison, probably because you are a glutton and are around so many people that it would be easy to get away with it. Several important people in history share your fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="53" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="53" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gunshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="47" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="47" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="47" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Stabbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="40" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cut Throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="40" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="40" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Suffocated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="40" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="40" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Natural Causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="27" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;27%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=8960"&gt;How Will You Die??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool huh. So If I ever die its either by poisoning myself or suicide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tried the princess quiz too. And I got someone I really didn't expect. Of course I wanted Ariel but I got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1113064255Belle.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Belle&lt;/b&gt;. You are Belle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ariel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="60" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="57" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="53" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="53" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="47" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="37" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;37%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=22982"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You Most Like? (thorough!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh. Wth. Don't bother la. Its just some dumb quiz. Gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114408468157533748?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114408468157533748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114408468157533748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114408468157533748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114408468157533748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='&gt;&lt;'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114378341490647970</id><published>2006-03-31T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:08.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDOLISED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two new Idols!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/nicole!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/nicole%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AnD &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/shakira-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/shakira-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know who are they?? Yes yes!! Nicole and Shakira!!! They are so damn hot and I wanna learn how to dance like them! Superb dancers and singers! And not forgetting, they got hot bods!! Damn it! You should check out the music video I added in my blog. PCD's song. Pay attention to nicole. She's gorgeous. Hahaha! As for Shakira, check out my Friendster. Hehee. Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, Im going MOS later with Linny!! Yippee!! Finally, I get to go there. Excited shit!! Hahahaha! Oh. exam sucked by the way. Didn't have enough time. Mcq was confusing too. Haiz. Its over anyway. Kla, Im gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/s: Don't forget to check out the music video!!! Scroll further down my blog. Hehek. Byee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114378341490647970?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114378341490647970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114378341490647970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114378341490647970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114378341490647970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/03/idolised.html' title='IDOLISED!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114364537299820607</id><published>2006-03-29T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:08.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, So hmm. Updates updates. Life's been alright the past few weeks. Still in Hardcore love with DG. Dg is still attached though. Good guys are always taken. Haiz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a little hooked to dangdut due to Farz. "Mula-mula, sama-sama, malu-malu.." Hahak! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad. Finally, got a new computer. Lovin' it. Got proper sound speakers too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh. I got myself two kittens. Sisters. Kit and Kiti( but i call her Girl thou coz Kiti is too long.) Black and white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother still doesn't want to come home. Haiz. Don't understand why my dad cant call and talk to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad whem fishing fpr 3 days. Will be back only on Sat. So Im alone. With the cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't go out much though cause exams coming soon. Fri to be exact and heading to yr 3 soon.Sickness. Hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh. My friend is getting MARRIED. Wth. She's my age man. If tunang maybe still not so shocking lar but MARRIED?!! Anyway, congrats Raba'a. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking of getting a job. I just don't seem to have enough cash. Haiz. Well, work hard now, enjoy later. I still want to go to the anugerah concert but still no one accompanying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last episode of Teman anugerahku turned out to be a happy ending. Phew! If not I'll be crying all the way. I cried when wan got beaten, I cried when he shed a tear at the hospital, I cried when his sis was crying. Haiz. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like eating Delifrance and Cafe cartel but I simply cannot cause I got no money. Haiz. Spend to much and this is what I get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Updated my friendster. I love the song Shake. Hehek. Maybe not so much of the video though. I love the song "I don't wanna be" all over again. Miss One tree hill. Wonder when its coming back. The OC too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AMI. Hmm. I like Lisa, Kevin,Katherine,Paris,Elliot. Its sad Kevin is out. Haiz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, Thats all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114364537299820607?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114364537299820607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114364537299820607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114364537299820607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114364537299820607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/03/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114240227222016966</id><published>2006-03-15T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:08.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This caught my eye.</title><content type='html'>This is an email I received from a friend and it touched me. Read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING&lt;br /&gt;(Written by a former child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;A message every adult should read, because&lt;br /&gt;children are watching you and doing as you do,&lt;br /&gt;not as you say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you&lt;br /&gt;hang my first painting on the refrigerator, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;and I immediately wanted to paint another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you&lt;br /&gt;feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good&lt;br /&gt;to be kind to animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you&lt;br /&gt;make my favorite cake for me and I learned&lt;br /&gt;that the little things can be the special things&lt;br /&gt;in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard&lt;br /&gt;you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I&lt;br /&gt;could always talk to and I learned to trust in&lt;br /&gt;God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you&lt;br /&gt;make a meal and take it to a friend who was&lt;br /&gt;sick, and I learned that we all have to help take&lt;br /&gt;care of each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you&lt;br /&gt;give off your time and money to help people&lt;br /&gt;who had nothing and I learned that those who&lt;br /&gt;have something should give to those who&lt;br /&gt;don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you&lt;br /&gt;take care of our house and everyone in it and I&lt;br /&gt;learned we have to take care of what we are&lt;br /&gt;given. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how&lt;br /&gt;you handled your responsibilities, even when&lt;br /&gt;you didn't feel good and I learned that I would&lt;br /&gt;have to be responsible when I grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears&lt;br /&gt;come from your eyes and I learned that&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that&lt;br /&gt;you cared and I wanted to be everything that I&lt;br /&gt;could be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned&lt;br /&gt;most of life's lessons that I need to know to be&lt;br /&gt;a good and productive person when I grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at&lt;br /&gt;you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the&lt;br /&gt;things I saw when you thought I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;looking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nice?? Its lovely.. I love it.&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/8940233-114240227222016966?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114240227222016966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114240227222016966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114240227222016966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114240227222016966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-caught-my-eye.html' title='This caught my eye.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114087761511959679</id><published>2006-02-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Off I go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yippie!!! *Beams* Woke up at 11 plus today. Decided to pack a little. Then, I decided to iron a little. I suddenly got bored. So I decided to go and alter my long pants and marsiling central. Could only get back my pants at 6pm. So I decided to head down to the gig at woodlands Cc. Felt so outta place cause I was alone and everyone was with their friends. Then, they had a 5mins interval break. My bro came out and talked to me a little with his friends but before that "Hush" made a performance. Then, I knew I was at the right place. *Smiles* Then my bro and his friends went off to buy ciggies. So, I just waited for them there at the Cc. Then Whilst I was walking around aimlessly, I saw Farid!!! Then, behind him was blueberry!! Blueberry is so cute! He was wearing red, jeans and this striped scarf around his neck. Then I got nervous and excited and started msging everyone and called twin. While talking to my twin on the phone I think blueberry saw me. But I don't know. I tried to make myself visible to them by standing one level higher. Then, Farid saw me. He waved. I waved back. I didn't notice if blueberry saw me or not. Then I got shy. I faced my back to them. Farid didn't approach me. *sadness* When I turned around they were already going in. Hmm. So near yet so far. Im still happy though I got to see him. I walked home few minutes after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I later forced daddy to accompany me take my pants at Marsiling central. We went and daddy wanted to eat chapati but we had to wait long. So decided to walk around first. After walking, we went back to the shop. But still had to wait long. Then daddy said lets eat somewhere else. So we went to the coffee shop across. I saw Fauzie!!!! I looked at Fauzie until I almost knocked a table down! So malu. Then daddy said,"tu lagi satu..." And I saw Azmir!!! argh!! *screams with excitement* We sat one table away from them no obstruction between me and azmir man. Oh. Before I sat down with daddy, I was practically staring at him. He saw me and he smiled!! Argh!*melt melt* Then there was this one family that just came and they had 5 daughters. All of them were like."Fauzie!! Azmir!!" Squealing here and there. Irritating girls. My dad made a face to them. Ha-ha! Deserved it! Then Fauzie, Azmir and Khairudin shamsudin( he was also there with his daughter) had to leave after eating. The girls screamed again. Fauzie truned and waved to them. Azmir who was using his Hp at that time didn't wave or smile to them, instead he smiled at me!!! *Omg omg!!* Hahaha! I was so happy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Im going to Phuket on monday morning. Will be back only on wednesday. Don't miss me guys. U will? *awwwww* So sweet. Haha! I know I will miss you guys. Especially daddy. I can't bear to be apart from him you see. Can't wait to go there. Take plane!!! Weeeeeee!!!! SO excited. But A little afraid too. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Till then... Take care people!&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/8940233-114087761511959679?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114087761511959679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114087761511959679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114087761511959679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114087761511959679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-off-i-go.html' title='And Off I go!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114062216278403933</id><published>2006-02-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.aTTeNTioN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just in case&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I die tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114062216278403933?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114062216278403933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114062216278403933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114062216278403933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114062216278403933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/02/attention.html' title='.aTTeNTioN.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114027849242322334</id><published>2006-02-18T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:07.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LuCKY DaY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG! OMG! OMG! Im SO HAPPY TODAY!!!! Wee~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Start of the day- Woke up to the sms of my twin. Thought of going out with her so I got myself ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet my brother a while then he went off. I took the train from woodlands at the last cabin. Sat down while listening to the mp3 on my Hp. Next stop: Admiralty. People came in and I saw this handsome and cool guy in blue with his shades on entering the train. He sat in front of me. Thats where I realised it was DG. He was so cute and HOT I must say. I confirmed it was him when he took out his PINK Hp. Hehe. Obviously he should have seen me. I was bloody excited and started sms-ing everyone after a few minutes. Then, he fell asleep. SO CUTE! I alighted at Orchard to meet my twin but he didn't. Sadness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and twin walked around town. Me shopping like there's no tomorrow! Haha. Then we meet the chocs at forever 21. The one that I liked. The sexy dancer. Haha. And there was another choc. Quite cute. My twin liked him. There was a latte working there to. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We decided to head down to esplanade to chill. Then we sat down. Then 3 people came and sat beside us. 2 guys and a girl. Then suddenly I heard my name being called. "Shafa-wati". I turned and it was my old time caring crush!!! Argh!!! Then we talked. He lost my no. again. Haiz. But he asked for it again. Haha. And he asked how is my family. God. He still remembered my old time problem shit. How sweet. He had to go off. Then I started irritating my twin by saying I miss him. I want to talk to him. Why is he attach and all those crap. My twin just kept saying, shitface, shitface. Haha. Cute girl. While me and my twin was talking, my cousin called. I talked to him and thats when I saw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Farz!!! Jalan!!! Lincah! Jalan jer!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Huh? Aper? Apasal? Saper?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Tu!! Macam blueberry!!! Argh!! Cpt!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we ran after the group of very familiar people. And it was them!!! So mak's cousin, Farid saw us and tried to drag us there. But I didn't want to go there. Blueberry didn't want to come to us. We had to go there. I was so damn shy and freaked and excited and all those happy feelings inside of me. Atlast, we both just walked off. I was in heaven!!!! I was so happy. And I still am right this very moment!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its just my lucky day!!!! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114027849242322334?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114027849242322334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114027849242322334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114027849242322334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114027849242322334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-lucky-day.html' title='MY LuCKY DaY!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-114010109910341197</id><published>2006-02-16T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:07.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Busy. Oh please. Fine. Doing choreographing? How nice. It keeps changing. Still changing and she is there. I got no idea why but Im frustrated. Yes, I am. Its been an hour. WTF. Its driving me nuts already. Or maybe its just me. Part of it is me. But the other person has a part to play to right? Oh. And maybe that person is purposely doing what that person is doing. Its not open to anyone anymore right now. Its only open to one and one only. Why torture myself? Well, Im used to it. Fark. Im writing alot of shit now and before I continue I better stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do not need to find the truth. The truth will find you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Farkin off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-114010109910341197?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/114010109910341197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=114010109910341197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114010109910341197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/114010109910341197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/02/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113966753001479410</id><published>2006-02-11T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:07.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HURT. So HuRT. Do NoT aSK Me WHY. id RaTHeR KeeP THiS To MYSeLF. MaYBe iTS JuST WRoNG To SHaRe CeRTaiN THiNGS WiTH PeoPLe.iTS GReaT To See oTHeRS HaPPY BuT I Do GeT JeLouS JuST BY SeeiNG THeM.GReaT i JuST CRieD WaTCHiNG SoMeTHiNG oN TV. i ReaLLY CaNT TaKe iT aNYMoRe. DoNT GiVe PeoPLe HoPes iF You MeaN To BReaK iT. i SWeaR iT ReaLLY HuRTS SO BaD. oH. JuST FaRKiNG GReaT. NoW THis PeRSoN MaDe Me CRY FoR The SeCoND TiMe. SoMeoNe WHo You FeeL So CLoSe To You HuRTS You THe MoST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SiNGaPoRe iDoL SHiT.No MoRe CoMMeNTs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VaLeNTiNeS DaY CoMiNG. SPeNDiNG HaLF oF MY FReaKiNG DaY iN SCHooL. GoT MYSeLF a MaYBe DaTe. i LiKe THiS DaTe oF MiNe BuT i BeT THaT THiS MaYBe DaTe iS NoT GoiNG To HaPPeN. WHY? CauSe i BeLieVe HeS NoT GoiNG To ReMeMBeR aND WaiT TiLL i FiNiSH SCHooL. UGH! WHaTeVeR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;TiLL NeXT TiMe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113966753001479410?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113966753001479410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113966753001479410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113966753001479410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113966753001479410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/02/hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113881790113483718</id><published>2006-02-02T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:07.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Urgh. Whatever. I'll just do what I can and want to. You do yours. I didn't disturb you right? SO don't touch me! Im going to get real pissed of very soon. Im sick and tired. Of what? You? Maybe. I think Im trying to hard. But I don't think Im too fast. In fact, Im taking my own sweet time doing whatever I want to. Just don't start bugging me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Blueberry is starting to give me hints. I think blueberry is just as confused as me. Blueberry doesn't know what blueberry wants. Blueberry is still round, cute and blue! Im starting to type crap here while waiting for blueberry to come back. So thats why this shit. When I asked blueberry what blueberry wants in blueberry's special berry? Blueberry gave me a nice and neat answer. Not what a typical strawberry would answer. I like it. Blueberry asked me back. So I said. Then blueberry said I was "interesting...good". Im starting to wonder when blueberry is going to come back cause I am really starting to get sleepy. Its 2.13am. Come on blueberry. Come back first??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113881790113483718?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113881790113483718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113881790113483718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113881790113483718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113881790113483718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/02/whatever.html' title='Whatever!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113843855107845058</id><published>2006-01-28T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:07.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dunno wheather its me or what. Maybe I should just be as quiet like I used to. Go home after every class. Don't go out. Don't meet and make friends. Don't trust anyone I like I used to. Keep to myself more. Make people hate me. Make myself hate them. Don't believe anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;"Don't Say Good Things If You Mean Bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And guess what people. I Don't Think I'm Joining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got No Mood Already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113843855107845058?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113843855107845058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113843855107845058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113843855107845058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113843855107845058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-it-me.html' title='Is It Me?'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113817540662263464</id><published>2006-01-25T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:07.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/lurve.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/lurve.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This Is a very touching letter written from a guy to his gf Just Before he passed away. I find it very touching and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS I Love YOu.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember the time i held your hand in mine,and i whisper I love you,I mean tht.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:I Love You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember when we lay on the sand,my feet touching ur lookin at the sky counting the stars,and i say I miss you..I really do.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:I Love You., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember when we fight,during the spring cleanin at my house,you went out frm my house..sayin you hate me,but i still want you..cos ur so cute when ur angry tht make my heart beat harder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:I Love You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember when you meet my family and they hate you for my converting to Islam,n u just hear their insults and putting a brave front just for me..I'm in love with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:I Love You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember when we went to the bridal show,n we used to dream tht we are goin to have tht kind of wedding,tht when i know tht my future is you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:I Love You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember when we took those neo print and it turn out funny and we had a good laugh..i know i needed you more than the earth need the sun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:I Love You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember when we chose our promise ring,we engraved each other names on it..I was bonded with you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:I Love You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember when i was supposed to celebrate your b'dae,but all tht i'm able to do is whisper happy b'dae to ur ear..i am crying for you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:I Love You.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is my last word of I Love you before,i return to Allah side..i was glad to know you,to love you,to hold you,most of all i'm in love wit you..I mite be gone when u received this..just want to let you know tht i'm always ard..Saying I Love You..Read this if u are sad,cos i know u are always bz to eat ur lunch..I'm here whispering to you I Love You as before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS I Love You.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't deminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we will treasure for the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you'll do anything. You'll do all the crazy things, that you can't explain. You'll shoot the moon, put out the sun, when you love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113817540662263464?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113817540662263464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113817540662263464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113817540662263464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113817540662263464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/01/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113731237755158381</id><published>2006-01-15T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:07.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KhairuL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/khairul!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/khairul%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Im&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; IN LOVE WITH HYRUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Haha! Crazy Me. He's Just So Freaking Cute! Im Serious!!!! *SMILES*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113731237755158381?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113731237755158381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113731237755158381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113731237755158381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113731237755158381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/01/khairul.html' title='KhairuL.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113707667873798991</id><published>2006-01-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Was looking around at my friends list in Anakmelayu (AM) then I saw Hil. Looked at his nick. Dot dot dot nt sub. WTH!?!?! He cannot not subscribe!! Cannot! I missed him shits already! How can he not subscribe anymore?? Come on, subscribe back!! Hil changed his pics but still cute as ever! Walauwe. I don't even have his freaking msn! Haiz. If only his sister had allowed him to join demonionz. I would go to every meeting without fail just to see him BUT his sister disapproved and he respects his sis desicion so he joined stars instead.Haiz. Whatever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Muin's bro.. He's trying to make me pissed off with him la actually. Thats why he irritates me everytime Im online. Now Im online. He too but no disturbances YET. Phew! Still, Im not gonna go for training tomorrow. Reason? First, Im going alone. NO!! Second the 2 brothers know a little too much about stuff already. Third, Im still not comfy with all of them thats why Im not coming for training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tests coming up. Fark. I hate tests, exams, whatever associated with it. Theory and practical test. Haiz. Hate it. Talking about tests, I've been wanting to go Ssdc to book my BTT again cause the last time I didn't go but I just can't get the right time! Haiz. Like this, Im only gonna get my license IF I ever get one when Im 30. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh. Lately I've been missing someone. I don't know who. And whenever I see couples... I get jealous. On the inside. I just don't show it. Am I in need of a guy right now? NO!! Hmm. Now im thinking of DG. Freak. Can't get him outta my mind since I saw him at school lab today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AH! TOLD YA!!! Now, Muin's bro just started msn-ing with me. Haiz. Not gonna be rude though so Im just gonna continue chatting with him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn. I really really miss DG. You think he's still attached? Argh. Confirm la. He's the kinda guy who looks so freaking setia to me. Maybe I should msg him? Shld I? Well see... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113707667873798991?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113707667873798991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113707667873798991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113707667873798991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113707667873798991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-life-sucks.html' title='My life sucks.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113601001578071678</id><published>2005-12-31T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE My Braced Strawberry!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First and foremost... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL&lt;/span&gt;!!! Hope 2006 brings more happier memories and opportunities for you. New Year Resolution? Hmm, Don't have one I guess. Hmm, Ok. Pass My exams with better grades. Enjoy myself more. Treasure things more. Learn more. Understand more. Be more responsible. I don't know la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it is, Right now....&lt;br /&gt;Im In LURVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kehee...&lt;br /&gt;Yupz. WIth my new found braced strawberry!!&lt;br /&gt;Understand? You don't? Nwm den.Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Yupz... Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my strawberry. Must wish my loving strawberry Happy new year!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cannot miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dear Misfits, I missed hanging out with everyone. See you guys on Tuesday!!! We can do all our rubbish shit once again!! Weeee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To My dear Demonionz, Though I just got to know you all and I just met you guys once, I hope for future great meetings ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To the other treasured friends of mine.....&lt;br /&gt;I missed you guys...&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink and Drive. Ha-ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113601001578071678?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113601001578071678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113601001578071678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113601001578071678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113601001578071678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-my-braced-strawberry.html' title='I LOVE My Braced Strawberry!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113557705003494580</id><published>2005-12-26T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Updates about whats being going on lately in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Pretty much nothing la. Had attachment.Four more days and Im done! Wee~&lt;br /&gt;Went clubbing again after a very very long time... Supposed to be 5 ppl but ended up with 3. But we still had fun right? I did! I danced all the way through..&lt;br /&gt;Now, I cant wait till christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where,how and with whom I will be celebrating it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113557705003494580?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113557705003494580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113557705003494580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113557705003494580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113557705003494580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113507719738995898</id><published>2005-12-20T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot...Dot....Dot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Uh Shit. I blogged so long and something happened.Now Im lazy to type back everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well just this poem ya for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It reflects whatever I wrote down just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/felt.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We started out as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We layed out a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A call each day we would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sms each other when we could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day we were attempting to make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But then again it was too early to say it out in the open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You said take it slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I said I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And Yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You Left Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Without me knowing the true reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why You Broke my heart into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113507719738995898?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113507719738995898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113507719738995898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113507719738995898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113507719738995898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/12/dotdotdot.html' title='Dot...Dot....Dot...'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113498895099630670</id><published>2005-12-19T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhaT?!</title><content type='html'>KKH is FUN! Cauze I Lurve kids! They are so cute!! But so kesian too. SO young and yet they have to suffer...Hmm. So I already have a fav toddler. A CUTE LIL'BOI. Serious. First time saw him he already started to wave and smile at me. REALLY ADORABLE. His name? Afiq Danial. Kiut man! Gonna try and take a pic with him... Anyways, whats been happening lately? Hmm. Nothing much.Upgraded my hp.Saw Fauzie and Tengku adil.Got bubbled by a friend.Got an early pay.Went for some shopping.Going shopping again.Didn't go Bbq.Bro didn't come back home.Got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapz. Thats what I can remember for now. Argh.Now Im hungry. Suddenly Nabil made me miss him.Shitz.See la.He shouldn't have gone online,chatted for awhile then suddenly go offline.Haiz.Maybe I'll msg him later.MAYBE.I don't know what to do now.Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BORING....................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113498895099630670?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113498895099630670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113498895099630670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113498895099630670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113498895099630670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/12/what.html' title='WhaT?!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113422079249550055</id><published>2005-12-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearie's B'dae...... -Uh FARK!-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/normal_samsung_fik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/normal_samsung_fik.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEARIE!!! Mmmuahs! Wish I Was With You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Supposed to be out right now. I should be! Why am I at My fuckin home? Argh! It sucks.Weekends.A saturday.Im at home.Shit. Wanted to go see Azmir at Orchard point but I dunno why my stupid farkin brain suddenly don't want to go out. Ya and so I thought Im gonna head to the chalet.But Im irritated here.Why do they have to make it so farkin far away at ecp??? Don't blame them though. They wanted me to go.I guess it was just me. But the people who are suppose to be at the chalet are online right now. I ask them but they neva reply.Fark rite? FARK FARK FARK!! Ok, so I ask one of them. The one you know about. Yeap. Him. No reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person who calls just to irritate the shit out of me more.. FARK YOU LAR! If you don't have the farkin mood to call then DON'T! Honestly speaking Im getting very very pissed off with you nowadaes. I just don't say and show it. Sometimes I just don't understand why people just want to hurt me so much. What wrong did I ever do to them? Really, truthfully speaking I just feel like dying you know. But I don't dare to kill myself. Love myself so much? I don't know. Someone stab me from behind or poison my food or something. My wish is that no one to suffer what I had suffered in my past teenage life. Every night I would say that on my bed before going to sleep. But I don't know why I have to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one wish.&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself guys.&lt;br /&gt;People may not love you.&lt;br /&gt;They may hate you to bits.&lt;br /&gt;Hate you for life.&lt;br /&gt;And never ever forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;Trust no one.&lt;br /&gt;Not even yourself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARKIN OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113422079249550055?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113422079249550055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113422079249550055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113422079249550055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113422079249550055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/12/dearies-bdae-uh-fark.html' title='Dearie&apos;s B&apos;dae...... -Uh FARK!-'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113343417892873963</id><published>2005-12-01T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thingies</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erotic Thriller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/erotic-thriller.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've made your own rules in life - and sometimes that catches up with you.Winding a web of deceit comes naturally, and no one really knows the true you.&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Swimming Pool, Unfaithful, The Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&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/8940233-113343417892873963?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113343417892873963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113343417892873963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113343417892873963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113343417892873963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/12/thingies.html' title='thingies'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113249318208386183</id><published>2005-11-20T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeMoNioNz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Harrow! Khehee... Im tired. Really.Very. First time ever I went jalan raya and came back at 4am!!! Wow... Started at woodlands,yishun,amk,sengkang,tamp,pasir ris,chai chee,aljunied... Went to 15 houses on Saturday! Wow! And each house cooked! God.. stuffed myself with food.Poor me. Oh, And popular drink of the day? Blue coral! Or Blueberry! Well, the drink was blue in color la... Hahaha! Last house we didn't manage to go.. Even though the host was still waiting, we were all out of battery! Oh. Guess who's house that was. Khairil. Yeap.Khairil Anugerah tu..Yeah. Nasib Baik someone was willing to send the woodlands babies back home.Hahaz! Well, looking forward to the next meeting! *winkz* Oh Btw, Thats only half of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/IMGA0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DeMoNiONz:The guys from the left-FaIz (Lin's Tunang),Is,WaN,Wayne,Akid,Ayun,Man,Wan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Girls from left-Eera,Lin,Yanti,Milia,Milia nurse,Ally,Manje,Reny and Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113249318208386183?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113249318208386183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113249318208386183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113249318208386183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113249318208386183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/11/demonionz.html' title='DeMoNioNz'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113228966161051608</id><published>2005-11-18T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhaTever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/sista%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/sista%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just cant think of a title. So there. I LURVE MY BABY TIGER!!!!! Hehee.Been hugging him all nite every night. Even talked to him! With my teddy. I thought I sounded like a crazy little kid, but who cares! Cause no one's hearing. Khekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anywayz, dad is showing that attitude of his again. I hate it when he shows that particular attitude. It spoils my day totally! Haiz. Not my fault and I have to suffer too. Its always like that. Urgh.Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tomorrow Im gonna be outz with the demonionz. Hmm. First outing with them. Wonder how it will be like. Im kinda scared and nervous. But they said its always like that at first. Once I get to know them it would be fun...! Ok. So will be waiting for tomorrow. Hmm. Im bored. Don't feel like going out though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;K, Im gone.. For now. Byee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113228966161051608?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113228966161051608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113228966161051608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113228966161051608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113228966161051608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/11/whatever.html' title='WhaTever.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113187085858858379</id><published>2005-11-13T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeClaRatIoN</title><content type='html'>Ok, Declaration.... I LOVE ANIMALS!!!! Yeah! Pigs and bugs and reptiles not included. Just came back from The Singapore Zoo BUT not really satisfied. So.... I wanna go again!!!!! Anyone wants to join?????? Oh. Night safari too!!! And I want to go Sentosa!!! Hmmm... So many places to go and yet so little time. Don't care. I still want to go atleast one of these places before 28. Kla,dats all... Btw, STOP ANIMAL ABUSE!!! Kehehheee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113187085858858379?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113187085858858379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113187085858858379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113187085858858379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113187085858858379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/11/declaration.html' title='DeClaRatIoN'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113169420086124903</id><published>2005-11-11T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:06.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does he like you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does he like you?You need to know if a lush lad wants you for his laydee but you don’t fancy asking? Here’s the sure-fire ways to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Body language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His body speaks volumes about his feelings. Watch him carefully when you’re around. Do you catch him starring dewy-eyed at you when he thinks nobody’s looking? Does he move closer to you whenever he can? When you chat, does he look you right in the eye? If the answer is ‘Yes’ then this lad is letting you know he’s seriously interested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You make him nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he get edgy when you’re around? Of course, he could be a jittery kinda guy but unless you’re a really scary chick, chances are he likes you and is worried about making a fool of himself when you’re around. If he blushes when you talk to him he might as well be wearing a massive, illuminated sign over his head that says, ‘I fancy ur pants off!’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Actions speak louder than words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys find it hard to say, straight-up, ‘I fancy you’. Instead, they express their interest by lending you their prized possessions or inviting you to boring footie matches. They can also give themselves away by either showing off constantly or picking on you and teasing you senseless. It sounds bizarre but they’ll do anything to get your attention. If he’s got it really bad, he’ll stick up for you in any situation, even if he knows you’re in the wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You’re under surveillance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Questions, questions...he wants to know what you’re up to 24/7. If you’re not around to ask, he’s giving your mates the third degree. When you are around it’s a constant blitz of calls and texts to your mob’ and half the time he says he’s called you by ‘mistake’...um, yup, course he has. Try not to get too irritated. He just wants to get to know you better and probably to check out whether he’s got any competition. And in case you were in any doubt by now at all...yes, this fella definitely fancies you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What d'ya Think? What d'ya think if someone from the past suddenly says helo to you on msn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. He forgot who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. He's just plain dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. He's trying to get back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. He's trying to say sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. He wants to be friends again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. He's a freaking loser!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113169420086124903?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113169420086124903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113169420086124903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113169420086124903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113169420086124903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/11/does-he-like-you.html' title='Does he like you?'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113154057041866516</id><published>2005-11-09T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>How? How? Nice Or not? I added Loads of new stuffs... Hahaha! Bored la you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourchillin.com"&gt;&lt;img height="169" alt="http://www.yourchillin.com" src="http://www.yourchillin.com/images/animal_quiz/chillin_horse.gif" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourchillin.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,;"&gt;What animal are you? Take the test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourchillin.com"&gt;&lt;img height="134" alt="http://www.yourchillin.com" src="http://www.yourchillin.com/images/quizsmilie_happybunch.gif" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourchillin.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,;"&gt;What smilie are you? Take the test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113154057041866516?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113154057041866516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113154057041866516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113154057041866516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113154057041866516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113116766149364388</id><published>2005-11-05T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaRi RaYa</title><content type='html'>Hari Raya. Boring. Not Much Duit Raya. Sobz. Why? Because People Think I Work Ready!!! Hello... Attachment Doesn't Mean I work Permenantly Already Okay! Hmph! Sad Lar. Haiz. But Nevermind. Im still Happy With What I got. Im happy enough That I can get to celebrate Hari Raya with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what telah happen?&lt;br /&gt;1st day- Went to Cik Rahim's house. Then, Kak Lina's house. Then, Wak Ali's house. After that went to Wak chincal's house. Cik Mamik's house. Then Wak nyok's mum's house. Then, Last but not least, Wak embok's Home. Okla, But very damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day-Not many people house we go. We want to Pak Lang's house, Wak nyok's, Kak Juli, Cik mustafa and nyayi Nangka's house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae? Go abg fath's then kenduri at kak sima's house. Dunno where else we going. Anywayz, can't wait till the outing with the misfits! And also Demonionz! Woohoo! Confirm gerekz.. Best2.. Klaz, Nothing much to write. Bubye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-113116766149364388?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113116766149364388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113116766149364388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113116766149364388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113116766149364388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/11/hari-raya.html' title='HaRi RaYa'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-113031546548812100</id><published>2005-10-26T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here is an update about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im stressed. Very stressed. About hari raya, exams, my brother and my LL. Exams! I hate exams. And why the hell must the schedule it to be so near to Hari raya and deepavali?? Hmph!! Maner nk kemas, maner nk blaja.... My house is still so freaking messy!! I haven't finished studying yet... ARGH! STRESS!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My brother? He doesn't give a damn. Im like thinking and calling him everytime asking when he wants to come back and he doesn't really bothers! I just called him just now and he was at Mustafa with his GF and Fahmi. Great! He's supposed to meet me!!!!!!!!! And go home!!!! Why doesn't he care? Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LL? Its COMPLICATED. VERY. Im confused. Ash hinted. Ash sang. Ash sound. Ash expressed. Amber happy. Amber confused. Amber melt. Amber couldn't express as much. Ok, so.... WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU AMBER!!!! Amber and ash never met before. They got to know each other through a friend. Amber wants to meet Ash and vice versa but there's always a problem. Maybe they're not meant to meet? Anytime soon? Ash keeps saying he is bad. Very bad. Amber knows. But amber doesn't cares cause she loves him. Or does she? See... I told you she was confused!!! Ash says amber is sweet, caring and different from the other ambers he's met. Amber feels that Ash is a very honest and truthful person cause Amber knows alot of things about Ash. Now Ash's friends all know about Amber. But only one of Amber's friends know about it. Well, Amber is not ready to tell the rest about it yet... Thats all for now. The story of Amber and Ash. Till den...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what you guys think about that story?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, lets get back to the festive mood shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Favourite Hari Raya kuih-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kuih makmur, bantal saloma,cornflakes salju,suji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Favourite Hari Raya songs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ku pohon maaf ayah dan bonda, Nazam lebaran.... (side track: Argh! Haruskah by ressa on ria!!), Selamat hari raya, satu hari dihari raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Favourite Hari Raya Dishes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rendang, sambal goreng pengantin, lepat,sambal tumis udang,ketupat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Hari Raya baju for this year-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lime green kebaya pendek, Hot pink kebaya panjang and thinking of one more (shld be kebaya also. Haha! I don't like baju kurung.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till after exams.... Bubye!!! &lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!! HAPPY DEEPAVALI!!! ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAYS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/hari%20raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/hari%20raya.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/deepavali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/deepavali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/raya.jpg" 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/8940233-113031546548812100?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/113031546548812100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=113031546548812100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113031546548812100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/113031546548812100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112996827401105040</id><published>2005-10-22T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T CARE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOOOOOOOOOT!! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!URGH! I don't care anymore!!! I don't care la!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if we don't go. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if I fail. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you go. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you don't come back. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you wanna kill me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you don't bother telling me the truth. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you don't care for me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON'T!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't come back home? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't want to reply me? &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't bother listening? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't want to go geylang? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't want to explain? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't mind me dying anytime? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't care even if I care? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't understand? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Too lazy to go? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Too busy to entertain me? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Too cold to feel? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Too sick to stay? &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Too curious to hold on? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Too tired to answer? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Too bitter to be sweet? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Too happy to be sad? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I DON'T CARE IF IM BEING SARCASTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ITS MY BUSINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOU DON'T CARE DO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT LA!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112996827401105040?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112996827401105040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112996827401105040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112996827401105040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112996827401105040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-care.html' title='I DON&apos;T CARE.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112930927608732268</id><published>2005-10-15T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Generators</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY FAIRY NAME.&lt;br /&gt;Your fairy is called Berry Saturnwand&lt;br /&gt;She is a trouble maker.&lt;br /&gt;She lives in fruit orchards and vineyards.&lt;br /&gt;She is only seen when the seer holds a four-leafed clover.&lt;br /&gt;She wears red, cerise and purple berry colours. She has delicate pale pink wings like a cicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY VAMPIRE NAME.&lt;br /&gt;The Great Archives determine you to have gone by the identity: Constance Maundrell.&lt;br /&gt;Known in some parts of the world as: Lodemai of The Nile.&lt;br /&gt;The Great Archives Record: An Egyptian of ancient origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PRISON BITCH NAME.&lt;br /&gt;The Gerbil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY REGGAE NAME.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Sheba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HOBBIT NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marigold Foxburr of Loamsdown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY ELF NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nerwen Helyanwë.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PORN STAR NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie Kramz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HIP HOP NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missy Baby Dog Cubis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY VALENTINE'S DAY NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snogable sex-lips.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY USA NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laurie Estrada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY USA BABYS' NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simone Liberty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY SMURF NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radioactive smurf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PAGAN NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hathor Dragonfhain Dragon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY CHINESE NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mao Nu Ren.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY GANGSTA NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavy Nutz da Tree Hugga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PIRATE NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keel-Haulin' Jasmine Smithe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY MAFIA NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epileptic Sabina Santoro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NERD NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beatrice, the Debian Wizard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY GOTH NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavenly Demonic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY EMO BAND NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jets to June.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY GLAM ROCK STAR NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheila Flowers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY JAPANESE NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuru Shifuwachi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY TRUE NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funky Empress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DWARF NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belvon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY ENGLISH NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June Whitfield.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DJ NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scratch Hot Uppercutz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PRINCESS NAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Princess Florinda Felicia Mariana Guinevere di Marigard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tadaa!!! My names after using the name generators! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112930927608732268?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112930927608732268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112930927608732268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112930927608732268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112930927608732268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/10/name-generators.html' title='Name Generators'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112921026733334323</id><published>2005-10-13T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please. I beg you. Call me. Please? I miss you alot. I can't go to your workplace cause I don't know your schedule. I can risk going everyday but would you even bother trying to create a conversation with me? I don't mind going to sembawang everyday just for the sake of seeing you but would you even pass the place where I would be waiting? I fell. I fell for you. I hoped. I hoped that you would catch me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Someone did catch me but it wasn't you! It was a another friend. A friend that always asks me for advice on relationships, which girl is a better choice for him and just a school mate. Even when he's my schoolmate and I've known him for about a few months now and I've never met him before. He's seen me in school before. Well, before that we saw each other's picture before. I don't remember where I got to know him though. At first, this friend of mine, his name is Bil by the way, we were just SMS BUDDIES. Then, he started calling me for advices and blah blah blah. Then, there was once he asked me to help him choose between 3 girls who like him. In the end, he didn't take any of them. My thought, what's wrong with him? Then, he became quiet for a few weeks. And then he started sending me msges. I don't mind lar. Usually when I send him good nite msges or whatever he either reply or don't bother at all but he suddenly calls me everytime I send him gd nite msges. I thought, weird but didn't think much. And then came the surprise. The catch. On last monday night, I was msn-ing with him and he said he got like someone new. I wasn't that surprised and I asked who la. He said I knew that person since the day I was born. Ya. My thought, Me? Crap. He said it was me? I was like huh? Ok, whatever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To abg Khirman, Happy belated birthday!!! Wished ya ready.. Post jer lambat. Haha! Still waiting for my ice-cream though. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTACHMENT SUCKSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112921026733334323?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112921026733334323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112921026733334323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112921026733334323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112921026733334323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/10/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112875110824191236</id><published>2005-10-08T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Just felt like showing you peeps some of these codes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;-The only man that deserves you is the man that thinks he doesn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-Each time the phone rings i hope that when i pick up ill get to hear his voice...... just one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;-Ppl Say That There Are Other Fish In The Sea..But My Fishing Rod is Broke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-If I followed you home would you keep me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;-Love isn't about finding the perfect person but learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;-You know you're in love when you see that someone and your heart flutters, you're stomach gets butterflies, and the rest of the world disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-Believe in love at first sight, it'll take you by surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;-When I saw you I was afraid to meet you, now that ive met you im afraid to kiss you, now that ive kissed you im afraid to love you, and now that i love you, im afraid to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-If you love someone, put their name in a circle, not a heart because hearts can break but a circle will go on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-love is like a bar of soap once you think have it, it slips away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-Why do I like guys who dont like me back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112875110824191236?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112875110824191236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112875110824191236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112875110824191236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112875110824191236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/10/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112874797318471871</id><published>2005-10-08T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SmiLe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/happy%20fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/happy%20fairy.jpg" 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/8940233-112874797318471871?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112874797318471871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112874797318471871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112874797318471871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112874797318471871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/10/smile.html' title='SmiLe'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112832725434451120</id><published>2005-10-03T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are 3 particular people I miss. As in since last night la. Dunno why. Firstly, I miss my brother. Its been 2 weeks since he came back home. Doesn't he want to come back anymore? I miss fighting with him, I miss making him irritated, I miss him making me irritated, I miss him disturbing me, I miss seeing him do his stupid dance moves, I miss hearing him sing his out of tune songs, I miss him asking me whether what he wear is nice, whether he shld tuck in or tuck out, whether he should wear shoes or slippers, how he should style his hair... I miss all that and even more!!!! I just hope he would come back home.Adek, If you're ever reading this, come back home please..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next person I miss is baby. Yeah, the one and only person I call Baby. Don't know why but just miss baby. Still remembered we watched Hitch together. That day was the nicest memory I have left of Baby. What happened to baby? I myself dunno. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 3rd person is Mad. Yep. The best guy fren I've ever had. Some people would know I used to like him but he only treated me like a friend and so I decided to help him out get the girl he likes. Even though it was quite sad for me at first, I managed to survive.. I missed he alot cause he hadn't called or msged since my birthday. Knew he was attached not long after but didn't know he wouldn't call or msg me anymore. So, when I was really missing him so much yesterday, I decided to give him a good nite msg which says,"I miss the laughs I used to get from you, I missed the talks we used to have, I miss the way you make me smile and above all this... I MISS YOU." (I added the good nite part.). Then I was really expecting a call from him, if not atleast a reply saying good nite But what reply I got? "Erm.You are?" Omg!! I was about to cry at that point of time.Am I gonna lose that one best guy friend I ever had? Oh no!!!!! My reply to him was, "wah... da delete no org... eksyen sey.. nie shafa la.. knl tk?". The next moment, my phone was ringing!!! Mad called!!! I was so happy!!! The way he says halooo... was still the same old Mad I knew!!! I got lotsa things to ask him and say to him but I guess I have to wait till he gets home. He said he didn't contact me cause he lost his hp the other time and he lost all his contacts la except for some. Believe him? I dunno.. I guess I still would. Then he told me he was in NS already!!! Coming to one month! I was like... Are you serious? Hahahha! Couldn't take it when he said that. Can't imagine him in NS. But didn't manage to ask whether he was in army or what cause he got to go. Oh well, I just hope it would be like last time again. Miss ya Ahmad aka Mad!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112832725434451120?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112832725434451120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112832725434451120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112832725434451120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112832725434451120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112783573818527927</id><published>2005-09-27T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:05.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaIz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm... Got lotsa things to say. Where do I even start? School? Ok, school first. I got my Bio prac and clinical trials results back. Got a D+ and B respectively. So sad. What to do. Then next week got Psychology test and I got to know only today thanks to Lynn. If not I won't know man. Oh. Got another Clinical trials test also. Haiz.Test test test only!!!! Sick of it! Other than that, school's fine.Finally bought the pant suit uni all of us wanted to buy.Haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday night I sent Dg a gd nite msg but of course didn't expected any reply from him BUT he CALLED ME INSTEAD!!! 11.58pm. Panic like dunno what and decided not to answer. Then today in school I was already expecting for the worse and stuff but ended up not seeing him the whole day UNTIL the last 5 minutes of school when he FINALLY entered the lecture hall. I was like WTH!!! Panic back la... But I guess he forgot or didn't bother la... He walked off. Guess I still got feelings for him.HaIz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I wanna meet SASA (new code word for sumone..Hehehe..) LIVE!!! Haiz. So sad. Maybe not meant la.What to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Family? Lotsa problems. He ran away.Not coming back. How can he do this to us? Doesn't he love us? Im so sad.Why? Why? Don't make hasty desicions la BUT does he ever listen? No! He doesn't. I don't know what to do already. Im stuck in this mess. Haiz.&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/8940233-112783573818527927?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112783573818527927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112783573818527927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112783573818527927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112783573818527927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/09/haiz.html' title='HaIz.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112744249146218725</id><published>2005-09-23T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:04.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Clinical test over, Bio test over. Got a D for my clinical theory. Passed clinical prac. Bio? Think gonna do badly. But Hopefully I don't fail. So what happened lately.. I cried cause Anugerah tix finished before I even knew they already distributed it out!!! Fark! Then, Yesterday Farz said Dg smiled at me but I didn't bother smiling back. The fact is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DIDN"T SAW HIM SMILING AT ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Oh well, wasted. Then, outside lecture theathre almost hit him rite in the face cue to talking to them.. But didn't. Phew! If not, Paiseh sey!! Later that evening, me and Hana went town. Didn't saw anyone we knew. BUT we saw Lattes, BS and the hi-lite of the day for me.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DG LOOKALIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Hahaha! Yep. At Fareast. Suppose to go Taka but didn't go cause Hana wanted to go home. Well, its ok though. I was happy enough. =) We bought uneccesory things though. Hahaa!! Waste money only.. Haiyo. Adek didn't come back yesterday night after getting scolded by Ayah through the phone. He is so DEAD. Kla, Chao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112744249146218725?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112744249146218725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112744249146218725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112744249146218725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112744249146218725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112714002388902278</id><published>2005-09-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOLD YA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeyeh!!!!!! I told you redy..... wasn't my superb prediction rite??? Azmir,Khairul anwar,Fauzie and Khairil got in to the FINALS!!! AZMIR as usual... Got the highest points! Yeeehaa!! I didn't know I would be so SIAO about this BUT I voted for Azmir 6 FREAKIN TIMES!!!!!! I gave Khairul a lil credit too lar. I voted for him ONCE. Eh, Atleast I voted once okay? You got vote for Azmir or not? No rite? So Shut up! Hahahahahaha!!! I'm Gonna go and watch the finals LIVE. I don't care if I have to SKIP SCHOOL. Well, unless Im having exams la. Oh well. AZMIR ROCKS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; Don't ever compare him to TAUFIK. Taufik lain, Azmir lain. Azmir is Taufik wannabe? So what if he likes Usher??? Not only one person in this world can like Usher rite?? Taufik is MY SINGAPORE IDOL. Azmir is MY MALAY IDOL. If I have to CHOOSE ONE? Taufik lar.... Abeh tak tau. Why not Azmir? HmmMMmmmMMmM.. No reason to that. Got lar but I guess I won't tell ya. On sunday I went IMM for their roadshow. Havoc man! With all the mak ciks! Wow! Surprised me like shit. Well, to find that freaking stage took me half an hour sak! Almost gave up. But for the sake of Azmir, I continued searching. And finally found it!!!! I was so excited! It feels like Singapore Idol all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eh. Klaz. Im Gone.Till den.TOODLES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112714002388902278?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112714002388902278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112714002388902278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112714002388902278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112714002388902278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/09/told-ya.html' title='TOLD YA!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112683775702631767</id><published>2005-09-16T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:04.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever thought of whom you're gonna get married with? People around me keeping talking about the subject of &lt;strong&gt;GETTING MARRIED&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I kinda wonder, will I ever get married? To whom? And will I be Happily ever after? I wonder. For me, My ideal age of getting married is around 26,27.If I get married earlier, I guess the reason would be my dad. At this moment, for the pass few months, I see my dad keep seeing my cousin's children (anak saudara). He keeps wanting to go to their house just to see them. He even keeps their pictures everywhere?! Even in his van! But our picture is no where to be seen. Maybe he hid it or something. Well, Im not jealous but I just got the feeling that he wants GRANDCHILDREN (cucu). Im scared that he is gonna be like someone I know and force me into getting married quickly. I got the feeling that adek is gonna get married first though. Just don't know why. I think people wouldn't even know that Im his elder sister cause people keep saying I look like the younger sis instead of the older sis. Compliment? I guess so. I don't know. Children? I do want children!!! 3 of them infact. A boy,girl and a boy/girl. The third child I don't mind wheather its a boy or a girl. But Im afraid of giving birth. Haha! Yupz. I do. It gives me the freaks you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dg. I can't forget him that easily you know. I still kinda like him. Everyone says they don't like the way he looks at people. Me included? Maybe... Maybe not. He asked about Farz. Why? He has a small brother? Or izit his son? Urgh! WHATEVER la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New target? Dewi's collegue? Nolah. Just find him a little cute thats all. Reminds me of Rino. Haha! Ewww... K nvm. Im done.&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/8940233-112683775702631767?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112683775702631767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112683775702631767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112683775702631767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112683775702631767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/09/marry-me.html' title='Marry Me?'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112654049921385758</id><published>2005-09-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:04.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AZMIR CRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Omg! I can't take it man. Its so sad.Someone! Wipe his tears away... He felt guilty cause he felt that it was his fault that Chicco was out. BUT it wasn't his fault at all.The judges made a desicion, the votes weren't enough. That was why he was out not because of Azmir. Poor Azmir... I believe Chicco is gonna root for Azmir too right Chicco? Hmm... Kesian Azmir. Btw I think he didn't perform as well as he always did today. Or did he? Maybe he did, only that Im not familiar with the song he sang. Suhana is the one who should be out. She didn't sing well. Chicco sang better. Honest. The only thing is Chicco was still kaku(stiff). Anyways, they're gonna have a roadshow at IMM!! Yippee!! Im gonna go there and give my fullest support to Azmir! Hehee. Tried to get the Semi-finals tix for FUYOOH grp but it finished by 3pm!! It was all grabbed up within less than 6hrs! Omg! I didn't know there was such a craze on the Anugerah contestants.. Oh well. Got it all planned out though. Gonna skip first lecture on mondae to get the tix. Right at 9am I gonna be at Suria's reception counter for the tix. Muahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking bout today, Lin and hana's sick. Dewi passed her lab. Congrats babe. Me and farz went to Aini's workplace. Not much interesting stuff happened though. Kind of the same old thang. Dg wore white. Pak cik skipped two lectures. Yep. Thats all. Im gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112654049921385758?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112654049921385758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112654049921385758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112654049921385758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112654049921385758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/09/sobz.html' title='Sobz'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112615709847538442</id><published>2005-09-08T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:04.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im Bored. Yes I am. Im in school now though school only starts at 3pm. I was here snce 12.15? Yah.. crazy rite? And I only brought Bio. What can I learn I didn't even bring my clinical trials notes to study. Haiz. Its freezing cold here. I got not sweater to cover me. Im hungry too. Where should I eat? I think I'll go mac later to eat. Oh.. And did I tell you that Im alone??? Urgh! This sucks. you know why I left home early? Cause someone was at home la. My dad's friend. Doing something to the computer. Yeah, So I was fuckin bored thats why came to school early. Heard gonna go out today but dunno where yet. With the misfits la, who else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, did I tell you yesterday me hana,lin and Sahlini spent an hour plus talking about shit only? Yep... You saw it right.&lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;. Amazing right? Ya, Lin did most of the talking though.Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Did you know that they are gonna set up &lt;strong&gt;SYED AZMIR's FAN CLUB&lt;/strong&gt;?? Ya!!! OMg!!! Im so gonna join it! Haha! Argh! Freaking cold down here... But just have to bear with it... atleast until 1.15..Oh. My test? Im gonna flung it. Yep. Ok, think positve. Im gonna get atleast a C. Ok... I want a B. A? I wish. D is definitely a No-no. I did badly I think in the SAQ. Especially the Infant part. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1.01pm.... When the hell izit going to be 1.15???? SO long....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh... I just remembered something. I heard this song,It was so nice ad touching. Its a Malay song though. The title is Kerna diri. Heard from my bro that The lyrics was written by someone who's in (the jail). Yep. But that person threw it away when he got out and a passerby found it. That particular passerby ,made it into a song.... Very nice. If you guys wanna hear it ask from me alright? Cause its saved inside my fone. Let you read the lyrics though okae? Oh ya, there's two parts to this song. The first part is titled Kerna diri. The second part is titled satu pengajaran. The second part is the continuation of the first part of the song... but titled differently.I prefer the first part though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KERNA DIRI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berakhir sudah ku menuggu dirimu,akhirnya kau menjadi miliku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerna untuk ku melupakan mu,Kerna kau ku cintai selalu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi sayang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kehadiran kekasih lama mu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akan kembali mengenang cinta dahulu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengapa ini semua harus berlaku?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apakah ini semua kerna diriku?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sedangkan aku cuma warna dalam percintaan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak sanggup aku....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATU PENGAJARAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melepaskan mu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau ibarat..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terperangkap didalam lautan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak tahu mana arah untuk kau menuju...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andai kau pintaku untuk melepaskan mu,terpaksa aku turutkan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan jika ini suatu pengajaran, didalam percintaan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P/S: Guess what? Its 1.24!! Whoppee! Gonna eat now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112615709847538442?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112615709847538442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112615709847538442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112615709847538442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112615709847538442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112592868832561238</id><published>2005-09-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:04.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AnuGeRaH.</title><content type='html'>From the title you should know what Im gonna talk about rite? Well........... I noticed lotsa things from that show. Firstly.... Syed Azmir is gonna win Anugerah!!! Muahaha! Okay okay, I'll say the top three who are gonna make it. Well, atleast the three who I think is gonna make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 1. -SYED AZMIR-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/azmir(T).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/azmir%28T%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Personal Fav.&lt;br /&gt;He sings well.&lt;br /&gt;Dance well.&lt;br /&gt;Captures his audience.&lt;br /&gt;He's cool.&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna WIN it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 2. -FAUZIE LAILY-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/Mohd-Fauzielaily(t)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/Mohd-Fauzielaily%28t%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;He is CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;He can sing well too.&lt;br /&gt;Can dance too.&lt;br /&gt;But then he reminds me of Shitface.&lt;br /&gt;But Fauzie is CUTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;2nd Place I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 3. -KHAIRUL ANWAR-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/Khairul-Anwar(t).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/Khairul-Anwar%28t%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He is also cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sings well too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Looks younger than his age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Don't think seen him dance before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He reminds me of farz. (I don't know why...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3rd Place goes to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those are the 3 people that I've chosen for the finals. What do you think?? Any comments? Right now Im really so into Anugerah. I wanna watch it LIVE. Can somebody help me get the tix? Preety please....? Im gonna vote for each of them don't worry only at the finals but Azmir will get a 2nd vote though. Hehee... Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112592868832561238?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112592868832561238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112592868832561238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112592868832561238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112592868832561238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/09/anugerah.html' title='AnuGeRaH.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112556092465503898</id><published>2005-09-01T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:04.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Catch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/1600/theperfectcatch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5606/630/320/theperfectcatch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lindsey (Drew Barrymore) is an ambitious business consultant, approaching "twenty-ten", whose spirit is as luminous as her beauty. High-school teacher Ben (Jimmy Fallon) is a good catch. He's charming, funny and great with kids, but has a small income. Sure, they have their differences. She's a workaholic; he loves his summers off, but when they first meet, and despite their differences, their attraction is immediate and true love overcomes all. Everything is wonderful, and Ben seems to be the man of her dreams, until Lindsey discovers what a 23 year long obsession with his favourite team really means. Together they must decide if they will strike out or fight to keep love alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Perfect Catch. Sounds like a very nice movie. I bet Its going to be a romantic comedy. Just read it! It opens today. 1st September 2005. Im going to watch it. Its a confirm. Anyone who cares to join me? It will be really nice if someone does. Hehee. Yeah, well I got nothing to do so thats why this. But Im serious about watching this movie though. Maybe this weekend? Or maybe the next? I don't know. It depends on the respond I get from you guys. Don't wory, I'll tell you wheather its worth watching or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;====================================================================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okay okay, So basically I got nothing to do right now. My dad's sleeping. My little brother is out working. Go out? Nah, Not im the mood. Join my dad go to Lala land? Don't think so. I'll get headache. Study? Maybe later. Play games? Can't think of any good games to play. Maybe I'll go eat AGAIN later. Who can resist chicken? Muahaha! No msgs no calls. Ok well, just one good morning msg from a friend. Good enough I guess. Not going to waste anymore of my money on calling, smsing and shopping unless its bloody important. I know! I'll blog hop! Who knows I'll meet someone's blog... Someone I know... Ok then. I'll do just that. Im gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112556092465503898?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112556092465503898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112556092465503898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112556092465503898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112556092465503898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/09/perfect-catch.html' title='The Perfect Catch.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112548118622197889</id><published>2005-08-31T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:04.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From ChaLet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back From Pasir Ris Costa Sands this afternoon. Felt extremely sleepy but can't sleep cause later at night I can't sleep again! Ya well, didn't had a good nite sleep past 2 nites.First nite couldn't sleep at all and on the 2nd nite slept at ard 5am. Not gonna compalin mush though cause Had real much fun there even though we made a whole huge mess of that place.A REAL MESS. Not just any kinda mess. Those people involved should know. Not really in the mood of talking much about it. Just wait for the upcoming pics of it okae? Oh, I noticed something. Someone looks like someone...Guess who? Guess who? K. Im gone now.Tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112548118622197889?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112548118622197889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112548118622197889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112548118622197889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112548118622197889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-from-chalet.html' title='Back From ChaLet.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-112528988652418377</id><published>2005-08-29T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhooPee!!</title><content type='html'>Yey!!!!! Gosh I miSh blogging man...... sob sob. Lotsa my feelings left untold. Lotsa things on my mind left unsaid. With school,friends,guys,family and even the supernatural world is against me? I dunno what crap Im writing but it sure feels damn good to type like an essay again. Can't say much now.Got to go soon. I have to go for chalet and picking up my friends on the way there so till I come back.... Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-112528988652418377?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/112528988652418377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=112528988652418377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112528988652418377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/112528988652418377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/08/whoopee.html' title='WhooPee!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111718454369199842</id><published>2005-05-27T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over!</title><content type='html'>Yessa! The bloody ISP has ENDED!!!! VTP coming thou. No break for me...SOb sob...Oh well, Excited to go to VTP anyway...Hehe. COz Farz's EN said that our VTP ward byk mat motor. MUahahhaa!! N gez wat peeps!!! I saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TAUFIK'S MUM N BRO at SGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! MY ward some more! BUt farz's area.Sad kan? I chased after her but in the end malu nak tegur! HAha! Weak kan? Newae now I got motivation to go VTP already.Hehe.. SOwie din blog for so long coz my bloody comp at home cannot go my blog! N I'm now in school okay.. SO i can read the tag board! Whoever tagged me...TANX! But then I can't reply you...Until I got some place to do it...As in read my tag board ah...MUahahha!! Now waiting for farz.Tgh mandi.Den I wanna eat BROWNIE. N ehem ehem....Its fridae la!! HAHA!! SO I guess you all know my motive ready rite? Khekeke.... Kla,Think that is all for now...Take care peeps! Enjoy your hols,schooling,working,watever it is you are doing or gonna do la kayz? BUBYE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111718454369199842?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111718454369199842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111718454369199842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111718454369199842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111718454369199842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-over.html' title='Its Over!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111613952940152420</id><published>2005-05-15T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siapa sangka?</title><content type='html'>Met my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at City hall and started crying after seeing him.Dunno why.Then started seeing lotsa other people.Saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;kak Julie with her son,putra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the train. Saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Godzilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with some gurl who is not his 'school gurlfren'.It was someone else.Fifi was shocked too.Then we were kinda hoping to see lala.Muahaha! Coz everytime we saw Godzilla,lala was some where around but no where to be seen yesterday.Saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LJG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. Saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Started tokking bout boifrends n gurlfrends.Blah blah blah.Went home empty handed yesterday.Boredom.Working morning shift 2moro.Damn.I really dun want to work.I feel so tired.Sometimes I just think did I made the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;right choice joining nursing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm just like kak Julie I can say.In between of nursing and being a teacher.I've always wanted to become a teacher since I was small.To be specific, an english or mother tongue primary school teacher coz those are my favourite subjects and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; children!! SO what else can I say? Overall,I still feel I would be happier being a teacher then a FUTURE nurse. I dunno.I guess maybe after the long dreaded 3 years of bond,I'll either move with my whole family to Australia or I become a teacher.Getting married is not an option yet right now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Btw to Fifi,Sorie I made you so stressed up and cry yesterday.Truly am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111613952940152420?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111613952940152420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111613952940152420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111613952940152420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111613952940152420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/05/siapa-sangka.html' title='siapa sangka?'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111535900405278086</id><published>2005-05-06T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaCK-sTaBBers</title><content type='html'>I hate &lt;strong&gt;back-stabbers&lt;/strong&gt;!! Can you imagine, someone whom you treasured as a good and trustworthy talks behind your back? Bad stuff about you and things? I personally cannot take such people.They piss me off! Not a little but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Those people know who they are. I feel so sad when I heard something from someone.We used to hang-out together go everywhere together and this is what I get. Was happy to see that person but that person wasn't happy to see me!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; PRETEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be happy is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;NO-NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; understand? Damn those people! Why do people hate me? Izit because I'm too quiet? Or izit I look different now that you treat me differently? just be honest. Come forward and tell me.I can take it. I have taken worser critism than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;YOU HATING ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Back to my normal life routine. I went to town with Fifi yesterday.Went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;FAR EAST AGAIN.SAW ABG DIAMOND AGAIN(he pushed me all the way to the pillar!!N I didn't even bother..muahaha!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At Far east we  met &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Fadly awaludin(cinta bollywood).....with HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER!! OMG!! He's married! And gez with whom? Norseha sehan(mummy-anak metro!!)&lt;/span&gt; Was so shocked man!!! Anyway, me and farz went to take neoprints! Hahaha!! Had fun! And we took all the time we wanted to decorate coz there was no timing! Kewl rite? Okla, gotto cook now before daddy comes home.Mee goreng jer! Chicken mc nugget punye mknn! Muahaha!! Gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111535900405278086?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111535900405278086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111535900405278086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111535900405278086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111535900405278086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-stabbers.html' title='BaCK-sTaBBers'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111518432794010336</id><published>2005-05-04T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZAKi!!</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ZAKI&lt;/span&gt;!! Yessa! My main motive to come to school yesterday was to see &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ZAKI&lt;/span&gt;. N yep I saw him!! I went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;swimming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with farz yesterday and also hope to see zaki.Dissapointed all the way till we went to eat at &lt;strong&gt;MAC&lt;/strong&gt; in school after swimming.I saw his friend first.The indian guy,forgot his name ah but then,yup.He was sitting at the back with the reat of his friends.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me and farz just bought food and we THOUGHT we saw zaki.As you know zaki alwaes wears those sleeveless singlets and one of the ppl who sat at the table was wearing sleeveless but his back was facing us.It looked like zaki but then again that guy looked far too tanned to be zaki.N I was staring at him all the way la! Then beside him this one guy wearing yellow shirt stood up and went to the vending machine.I was like,DAMN! Kenape la KWN dier yang bangun and not him(zaki)! Then I looked at someone who is SUPPOSED to be zaki's friend and I realised something.IT WAS ZAKI!!! OMG! All this while I was looking at the WRONG PERSON!! Haiz.But then again,I was so happy to see him! Wanted to tegur but then he was with his friends so I didn't.Gonna msg him in frenster thou.Khekekek..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I realised something.I have a friend who can sing &lt;em&gt;REALLY WELL&lt;/em&gt;.N I mean it man.He can even play the guitar! When he sang and played the guitar yesterday nite I totally melted!!! You shld hear him sing sey! Haha! Anywayz,today gotto know my results.I &lt;em&gt;did badly&lt;/em&gt;.So sad sey.Haiz.I'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111518432794010336?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111518432794010336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111518432794010336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111518432794010336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111518432794010336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/05/zaki.html' title='ZAKi!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111448923247897876</id><published>2005-04-26T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In LurVe...</title><content type='html'>*Wink Wink* Am I In Lurve?? ARe we AlL In LuRve? OMG!! YeaH! THe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SinGLe mISFits girls are IN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LURVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Haha! Firstly,Lemme start tokking bout what exactly happened yesterday.Firstly,Lin msged me in the morning asking wheather my pay came in already and so I said I'm not so sure then feeling a lil sad for her I went to check my own account.N yep,my pay was in but Lin's wasn't.That was really weird.Kesian Lin,She was the one that was so smgt to go shopping but she couldn't come coz she got no fuloos.Don't worry,we still got many more days to go,aite Lin? Ok,so it was left with the 3 of us.Aini,farz and me.Decided to meet at 2.30 at City hall but we ended up meeting at 3.30 instead!Walked all the way to Marina square's starbucks &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Well,I enjoyed the walnut cake thou.It was nicee....Stayed there till ard 5 then headed down to Suntec's Topshop.Aini wanted to buy this bag for attchment.Not bad actually but don't thinl I'll buy it thou.Anywayz,We didn't bought anything there and decided to head to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FAR EAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As we reached Orchard mrt stn to go to Far east,me and farz were already talking bout the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DIAMOND GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Muahaha!Too bad he wasn't there but his friends were.We walked and walked to Far east plaza and decided to head st8 to LJS to meet LJG.Too bad she wasn't there.She wasn't working I guess.As we were walking towards LJS.Someone shouted Nini's name from Gelare.Nini waved but the dumb thing was she doesn't know who it was!Haha!Fifi and nini were going to sit down already when I reminded them that we had to take out money first.Haha! Sorry gals,to excited huh? Rilex la..As we walking past Gelare,that same person shouted Nini's name.N aini was still wondering who..Haha! Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;we walked pass Barcode and Fifi saw her ole time crush! Her teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Damn I didn't saw him.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WASTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Walked back down went to eat and there was this girl named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHAHIDAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(dunno how to spell her name ar),she was &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloody rude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; man!She hit my chair and walked away without saying sorry!&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fark her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Btw,she's working at LJS Far east okie ppl?So if you go there,don't give her any credit okay? Then we went to Freshbox where we saw the top that I wanted so badly!BUT it was far too big for me.I was so sad.After that Farz and Aini decided to go off.Aini wanted to watch the Jap show while Farz wanted to go for soccer.Anyway,fast forward,I and aini reached wdls when farz called and both of us went back town! SO DUMB! &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then just as we entered Far east AGAIN,These two girls came running to us saying they wanted to take pictured of us.We were like HUH?!?!? Yeah,they were from Kotex style!Haha! Then we were stylish,as they said.Cool! Vote for us peeps!! Hee..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then Here comes the exciting part!!! I took the train ard 9.40-9.50 like that and the train was so freaking crowded!As I entered I saw This one guy who was facing behind so I didn't bother much coz I thought he was chinese and the place was crowded lor.Then I was standing beside him so he kept turning to the side.Then he looked and looked.In my mind I said,maintain2..khehehe..Then at ard yck alot of ppl got down.I managed to grab a seat at the side.Then he stood bside me but he was facing back and side ar..&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;N I CHECKED HIM OUT! Hehe..So,here's the description of this guy,He was wearing a long-sleeved pink striped shirt.He was wearing levis jeans with a black belt,he wearing a black shoe i think(cldn't see it),brown side bag(like hana's),black kaler file bag.I think he's and architect!OMG! He was so kiut!!He had spiked hair too.Haiz..Wish cld see him AGAIN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh..and as what I said earlier,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;The four single misfits are all in lurve!!! OMG!! This is so fun! We are all in lurve at the same time!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Enuf said.Bubye! P/s:We saw AISYAH at town! She's so freaking bad! Ask farz and aini.Arioz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111448923247897876?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111448923247897876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111448923247897876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111448923247897876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111448923247897876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-lurve.html' title='In LurVe...'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111418552937942786</id><published>2005-04-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh mY GosH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh My gosH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe..I'm just in the mood of saying this phrase la..Newae,Don't complain plz if I don't blog.That makes me not want to blog even more!Anywayz,Today I didn't manage to accomplish anything.I woke up late.I ate.Went cozwae and back and used the computer.Boring life!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh My GosH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wish I was schooling..2moro going to Marina square to go to the starbucks there as Edwin invited us.I guess he wants that place to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;kecoh&lt;/span&gt; huh? Haha!N &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh My GosH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Farz wants to go back to far east LJS &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.Can't wait till monday I guess.Should I bring the camera 2moro? Hmm..See how.Don't want to make my bag become so heavy.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh My GosH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I feel so lazy today.Just wanted to sleep only but of course cannot la later kena snd baru tau kan. Newaez,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I MISH FARHANA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh My GosH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This is bad man.I think I never miss someone that badly before besides my dad.N &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh My GosH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This freaking computer got virus! Don't know can remove or not.Like sister like brother.My brother also &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bodoh semacam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; go and click one of those things that I clicked the other time but he's is worse I guess.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh My GosH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can't believe they can be sooooo unfair!I really want to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Muzika extravaganza live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I was like a mad women trying to go and type the passwords and this is what I get?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh My GosH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111418552937942786?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111418552937942786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111418552937942786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111418552937942786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111418552937942786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh mY GosH!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111388188346731334</id><published>2005-04-19T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wassup!!</title><content type='html'>Helloe people, Okla,sumone complain ready dat I never blog.Now I blog okay? =) Lets start from friday.Finished exams finally!Woohoo!! Can enjoy now.After our last paper,The misfits,or should I say half of the misfits, decided to go and eat at bugis.We went swensens and made a fool of ourselves!Hahaha!As usual la..Den everyone wanted to go home.Haiz.But still we had fun! We saw Kym ng, this one chinese actress&lt;forgot&gt;,then my frens saw Iswandy from Triple noise!But I din saw him,padahal I was just beside him?!Gosh man...Den at swensens I saw Tity.Sat beside us with a gal.Confirm he forgot me ready.Nevermind la..like as if I care.Then Saturday I went wild wil wet with my bro n cuzzins.Had fun! After that we played pool at Tampines and ended up eating at yishun.Nothing happened on Sunday.BORING.Then yesterday I went out with Shah,looks as what I expected him to look. Fifi said she saw Farhan at Tampines and just as what I had expected,he dressed the same way.Today,don't noe yet wheather I'll be going out or not.See first ya? AND just as what I expected,We plan alot..BUT NOTHING HAPPENS!!! What is this MISFITS??!?!?! Hahaa!! Till den.....Bubye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111388188346731334?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111388188346731334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111388188346731334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111388188346731334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111388188346731334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/04/wassup.html' title='wassup!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111329772807383987</id><published>2005-04-12T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed?</title><content type='html'>I'm pissed off.Well,I won't mention who or what is pissing me off but it could be you.I said COULD.For those who terasa or got the feeling you are the one then maybe you are.MAYBE. I don't know what rubbish I'm trying to say here but I'm just following where my fingers go on the keyboard.Now is exam period.3 papers done,2 to go.Aini and farz is studying in school library now.I joined them at first but alast I decided to go home but I have no idea why.Farz said she experienced 'KWAK' Yesterday night...Haha!Serve you right for always disturbing me on that! Haha! Just kidding. Anyway,2moro lin plan that all of us go to woodlands library to study together.Why not just go school? Much-much better environment what.Don't know why I'm complaining when its just 5 minutes away from my house.Hahaha!I suddenly feel very tired and sleepy after yesterday evening.I slept so early.At 10pm I was already on my bed.Intended to wake up at 3 but continued sleeping all the way till 8.30 the next day.Haha!! I still feel tired and I don't have the mood to study.Haiz.Oh.And I haven't told or ask edwin about those updates on the training and everything.Suppose to go training on thursday but I'm just too lazy.Don't feel like working anymore.But farz still wants to work.Should I accompany her or should I just follow my heart? Hehe...Everyone planned on the amazing race after exams finish.On 28 april right? Can't wait!Haha! Then, I still want to go sentosa some more..Anyone want to follow?Damn, now I feel sleepy again.SHould I go sleep and wake up later to study? Haiz.Okla, Thats all for now. I'm too tired. Doing quizzes are more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shafa, your best quality shines through in how Easygoing you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you're a calm, relaxed person who tends to take life in stride really draws people to you! But that's not the only thing. Your answers on the test indicate you're a person with a strong will who is typically determined to follow through on difficult demands and meet important goals. You are psychologically and emotionally stable and better able than most people to tolerate even the roughest situations, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, there are 15 qualities that help define you when you're at your best. Those are the traits potential employers, friends, and partners look for in you. What makes you unique is your particular distribution of those 15 qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've found that your particular combination of qualities is rare — only 8 in 10,000 people share the same general mix of traits. Those are great odds if you're trying to show a potential employer, colleague, friend, or date why you're exactly the right person for them.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(I'M ISTIMEWA!!!HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shafa, you're all about Tight Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="topen('E','F',true);return false;" href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do you tend to play it safe? Hedge your bets? Keep a stiff upper lip when it comes to sensitive matters? Nothing wrong with that — don't your friends tend to confide in you more than others? You're honest and trustworthy, and you logically think things out in order to come to a rational, smart conclusion.Your mouth doesn't get you into trouble too much, and you can be choosy when it comes to when, where, and with whom you open up. There's a simple elegance to your quiet ways that allows you to stay in control of situations and, in the end, hold all of the right cards. After all, a little mystery makes everything more interesting. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Your Shopping Style?&lt;br /&gt;Ka-ching, Ka-ching! We'd be willing to bet the cash register that you're a happy-go-lucky, relaxed shopper — a true Laid-back Laura. Shopping is all about fun for you, and you're a faithful fan of "retail therapy" whenever a friend needs a pick-me-up. You love hitting the mall, but you don't always need to buy something. Of course, when you are ready to make a purchase, so much the better! That's when you really get into checking out all the options and dropping some of your hard-earned cash on that perfect little sweater or those great new boots. Your shopping style is as stress-free as it gets, so enjoy! (And be grateful you don't have to worry about crazy credit card bills or "Shopaholics Anonymous" meetings!) Happy shopping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111329772807383987?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111329772807383987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111329772807383987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111329772807383987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111329772807383987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/04/pissed.html' title='pissed?'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111252561515284791</id><published>2005-04-03T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reaLLy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Social Butterfly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/social-butterfly.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your friends so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're motto is "the more, the merrier"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sure everyone's included is your mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you always prefer a group of ten to a group of two&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 73&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  73  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are In a Decent Mood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/decent.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't turning cartwheels, but you're having a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ups, some downs, but overall you're coming out ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows? Tomorrow could be even better!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmoodareyouinquiz/"&gt;What Mood Are You In?&lt;/a&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/8940233-111252561515284791?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111252561515284791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111252561515284791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111252561515284791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111252561515284791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/04/really.html' title='reaLLy?'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111243925033932250</id><published>2005-04-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeaUtiFuL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v499/shafamanje/Aloha_Dreams.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? Nice??? Nice????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111243925033932250?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111243925033932250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111243925033932250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111243925033932250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111243925033932250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/04/beautiful.html' title='BeaUtiFuL'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111235950219854183</id><published>2005-04-01T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:03.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helo!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey! Long time I didn't blog already. There's lotsa stuff I wanna tell you! Hmm, where shall I start? Okay okay, I shall start from the train incident!Hehehe. I was waiting for the train dunno on wat day,relaxing listening to songs on my discman and there was this two guys who came towards my direction and sat beside me on the platform at woodlands.And then the train came.I didn't took much of both of them and ignored la.I went and sat down in the train's last cabin and both of them sat in front of me.That was when I NOTICED the guy who sat in front of me was a GORGEOUS GUY!!! Hahaha!!! I can remember how he looked like EXACTLY.Still fresh in my mind man.. I couldn't help but stare at him!?! He was just cool but his friend...Kept smiling at me! ARgh! Irritating man that friend of his.Muahahaha! I tried to maintain stay cool...Damn he was cool,hot!!!! He was wearing a quiksilver t-shirt(white color,v-neck),blue jeans,white school shoes,a black chain(like mine) but with a jade pendant.His hair was spiked up,he was tanned,he was listening to an Ipod mini!Blue color some more...Fuyooh! The touching part was the ending of this story.He alighted at Khatib! Aww....Sob! sob!(wish can meet him again...Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,I'm attached! Aww...sad?sweet or touched? Hahaha!! I dunno either! Ahakz! With Farhan.. Now pissed of with Ida, coz she made a huge and i mean HUGE april fool on me! TOOOOOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,I won tix to the pacifier!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSA!!!! Hahahaa!!! I really wanted to watch that show and I WON IT! Hehehehe....Beznye.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,Today last day of school ready....Aww,so sad.Last day for year 1 that is.Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, enough for now.....My dadi is scolding adek...gtg.Bubye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111235950219854183?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111235950219854183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111235950219854183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111235950219854183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111235950219854183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/04/helo.html' title='Helo!!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-111096940347460574</id><published>2005-03-16T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShopPing!!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!! After what seems like a decade to me... I finally put my money to good use and that is I went SHOPPING!!!!! Yey!! Yesterday after school Farz and I went shopping at BUGIS!! Gosh I just lurve shopping there.. Its not only nice but its also cheap!! And I can bargain over there!! Hahaha!! I bought this one damn nice shirt, a wrap skirt (as usual) and a pants that maybe can freak out my friends a little.Ahakz! Anyway, according to farz we reached bugis around 7.30pm and by the time it was 9pm both of us only managed to buy 2-3 pieces of clothes! Damn! Lesson learnt: Must go bugis much2 earlier.After being dissapointed that most of the shops are already  closed, we went to BK to eat. We were damn hungry la...We went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today nothing much happened. I went to school then I went to my "favourite place" in Singapore. SGH! Yup, went there to meet the nurse educator who is a sister. Haiz. Suppose to meet at 4.30pm but they thought it was at 3pm. Make people panic only!! Hmph! Then rush down there like what skali it took only 1/2 hr! Or maybe less then that! Bloody hell!Then on the way home la, From outram mrt i sat down inside the train la then got this guy in front of me who looked like Ahmad! Yup...Only fairer thou.Hmm, and we sat there facing each other. Me thinking that this guy look like ahmad's twin bro or sumthing..Haha!! Serious...Then he took the same train as me and in the same cabin all the way till woodlands!! Haiz..But then he went towards cozwae but I went down to the bus interchange.Aww, Sad story huh? Hahaha!! Now, I'm bloody hungry! Hopefully Daddy brings home food from JB!!! Woohoo!!! yummy! Its making me hungrier already. Kla, dats all fer now. Chaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-111096940347460574?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/111096940347460574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=111096940347460574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111096940347460574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/111096940347460574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/03/shopping.html' title='ShopPing!!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110994020358976024</id><published>2005-03-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry guys!</title><content type='html'>Hey...Long time I didn't blog. First and foremost,I would like to apologise to my class NR0415 coz I didn't overnite at ECP the other time. I'm really really sorry.Plz forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to school with Farz to study.We saw grp 3 having a grp meeting, we saw Godzilla lookalike, we saw Zaki and the HI-LITE of the day....I saw FARHAN. Yep. I did. With HIS NEW GF,who is my junior.Wow... He even purposely took the same cabin with me! WTH! Like I care like that.Like as if I'm gonna run away from him like that. Come on la..Just fark off! Hmph! At the start of the day sey! Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Baby Msged mE!!! Weee~~~~ Haha!! Happy la.. Baby woke me up! All the way till evening coz baby had prac so I know baby  would be busy for a while. Aww.... Baby is just so kiut!!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I'm gonna have so many tests coming up and I can't concentrate fully! Bloody toot! I have Biology,Psychology,Behavioural science(I think) and Clinical Lab....Hish! Byk sey! Luckily I don't have any presentations this coming week. If not.......STRESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kla,enough said for now. Chaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110994020358976024?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110994020358976024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110994020358976024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110994020358976024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110994020358976024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-sorry-guys.html' title='I&apos;m sorry guys!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110950112308043884</id><published>2005-02-27T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me LurVe yoU.</title><content type='html'>HeyLo...&lt;br /&gt;U should &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let me love you&lt;/span&gt;...I suddenly miss someone. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;miss you&lt;/span&gt;,miss you. Izit Lala? No, cannot be. Lala...&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;make me wanna Lala&lt;/span&gt;!! This &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;obession&lt;/span&gt;..I think I'm in lurve...I gotta &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do somethin'&lt;/span&gt; about this. I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;dangerously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with you...Oh gawd!I think I should just &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shut up&lt;/span&gt;, shut up, shut up! I think I miSs Baby!! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oppz! I did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it again&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I hear, see a baby I start to miss him! My &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;baby boi&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Baby its you&lt;/span&gt;!! Baby all I want is you..I gave him a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ransom letter&lt;/span&gt;. But no use.Merepek siak aku! da bosan....haiz..&lt;br /&gt;Chaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110950112308043884?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110950112308043884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110950112308043884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110950112308043884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110950112308043884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/02/let-me-lurve-you.html' title='Let Me LurVe yoU.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110899600888933411</id><published>2005-02-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELoz.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Hmm, tot of blogging a longgg longg one but suddenly I became to lazy. Aiyah. Juz forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You know, sometimes I just don't realise how lucky I am. To have a bro and a caring dad. There are some people who are even luckier. Haiz. Dunno why I'm tokking bout this but when me and lin started tokkin bout our lives it got me thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lucky to have great friends too. I may be tired, sick,angry or sad but they just know how to cheer me up and make me smile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes u dun even know why people hate you but some like you. Its just confusing. Some people say you are noisy, some say you are quiet. Some say you are 'pelokek' while some say you give other people money like water. Its crazee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its causing me to hate this world. Ever thought of commiting suicide? I have. I certainly have. I tot of just dashing down the street where cars drive by fast or I just one someone to stab me in the back without me knowing it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sometimes you love that person soo much but that person either doesn't realise it or just don't give a damn about you. Sometimes you sacrifice so much that the person whom u sacrificed for take you forgranted. Its sucks. It does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you care for that person alot and you want them to be happy and yet you can't help fulfill their wishes because you are too afraid that person would forget you and leave you alone. Am I being selfish? Or am I doing whats rite? This whole thing got me thinking. Hmm, klaz. Ayah's back gtg now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110899600888933411?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110899600888933411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110899600888933411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110899600888933411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110899600888933411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/02/eloz.html' title='ELoz.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110835323614350225</id><published>2005-02-14T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V-Day!</title><content type='html'>Hey...Long time never blog. Well, I'm actually suppose to be doing research rite now but I just wanted to blog coz i missed blogging. Why is that? My computer spoilt! My dad told me the "transformer" blow. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lotsa events happened to my life lately. Its just too much to type out. Coz I basically don't have that much time unless I'm at home ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Firstly, Farz met Lala at Bedok interchange buying water and he smiled at her!!! Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secondly, I think I have an eating obssession rite now coz I've been eating so much lately and I dunno why!!! I must be damn stressed up!! I have alot of food cravings I can tell you that. I want to eat mutton chop, satay, mee soto, pancakes, mee siam....and the list goes on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thirdly, I fell sick again. I just made a short short trip to the polyclinic and I got infected!!!! ARGH! damn! My immune system is soooo weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fourthly, I went to East Coast twice in a week!! If its near den nvm la kan....BUT its far!!! Firstly I went with my frens.....which ended up only two people  came. Fifi and Fafa day out! The next day I went with my cuzzins..Dey wanted to overnite but I didn't briong my clothes so I went home instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last but not least....Today is VALENTINE'S DAY!! And guess who msged me early in the morning!! BABY!!! Yey!! Missed my baby sooOOo much. Working hard I heard. Hmm,What I got for v-day so far? Chocolate from pak cik, Sweets form Fifi, Notebook and Rocher from two nice people in school. Muahahha!! Hoping for more thou.Hehehe...tamak siak aku!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kla,CHAOZ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110835323614350225?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110835323614350225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110835323614350225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110835323614350225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110835323614350225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V-Day!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110734285047853778</id><published>2005-02-02T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SwiMminG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yey! we went swimming today after school.Me,farz,lin,aini,eileen,lee beng mei xuen and pak cik. Fun, but the pool was damn deep!!Gosh.I had to stay to the sides at all times.Muahahaha! Anyway even though I'm so freaking tired now I still want to blog coz long time never blog liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Btw,Today I saw &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt;!!! Me and Lin juz finished eating lunch from the North canteen and I saw him walking towards the North canteen.He was walking all alone when I noticed something. He walked beside a chinese girl and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;touch her shoulder&lt;/span&gt; on the other side using two fingers.And that girl noticed and she turned to him and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;smiled&lt;/span&gt;.Is she the one? The one who managed to steal him away from me? Is she? I wonder...and then, after school today me,dewi and nana took the lift down first and at the 4th floor i think.Someone entered!! Gez who izit? Godzilla lookalike!!Hahaha!!! At the moment we saw him,the three of us laughed.Hahahahaha! Then Nana standing beside him tried to control her laughter and I couldn't help it but laugh at her! Btw,Nana and the crossbreed wore almost the same color!!! Weweet! Nana wore pink and he wore red.Hahaha!! O'oh,something fishy is going on here.Hehez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today also during the 1028 presentation a lot of words came out wrong. Police became Pol-Lice. Should became Soot. Muahahaha! So funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh...and the main HI-LITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MY BABY SPOILED!!!! Weep weep! =( and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I ALSO MISS MY BABY!!!! Weep weep! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Izit because of Aini's curse? Hmph! that witch! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She cannot be my good luck charm wat.You know why? Because even though everyone kneew bout me and Lala nothing happened.NOTHING! Thats not good luck.Thats BAD! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm so sad.Haiz.Kla,tired redy.Chaoz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110734285047853778?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110734285047853778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110734285047853778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110734285047853778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110734285047853778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/02/swimming.html' title='SwiMminG!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110701321040086295</id><published>2005-01-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ppl, can u guys and gurls stop talking about &lt;strong&gt;FARHAN&lt;/strong&gt;!? Its irritating ok..He's fault we got into a fight and he doesn't want to say sori! WTF! I don't like it okay...PLZ! Tanx alot...I'm not I a state of denial okay....Its ACCEPTANCE already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110701321040086295?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110701321040086295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110701321040086295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110701321040086295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110701321040086295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/01/stop-it.html' title='STOP IT!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110691948174821917</id><published>2005-01-28T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hello! Gez who I saw? &lt;strong&gt;Indra sahdan&lt;/strong&gt;!! Hehe..He came to Nyp just to eat?! Walauwe...If only Shahril Ishak followed.Then I would have straight away asked for a picture to be taken with him! Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm still sick.Damn.I hate being sick.All because of pak cik.Hehe...ok2, maybe my fault too coz my immune system quite weak.Damn.Why ar? Izit in the genes or sumting.Haiz.Hope I'll be betta by 2moro.Tot of not coming to school but decided to go coz dun wanna go for make up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Towards the end of the day I saw someone.Someone who looks damn bloody familiar.Yhat person is a guy.Who he looks like? Fadzillah.Yeah.But nana said he looked more like Lala.Hmm,nono.Godzilla la.If Lala rite,I think it would have to be the laaaasssttt time aini mistaken him for someone else.NOW thats the lookalike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Got another car ride from ma lurving sis,nana today! again! fun2..thou it was a short ride to YCK mrt station.Hehe.Nana decided to race with pak cik.Damn she drove fast!oh,ya noe wat? I'm thinking of taking a bike licence first.Hmm,Should I? Kla,till then...chaoz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,How you guys like my new layout? can't wait for OC to return la! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110691948174821917?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110691948174821917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110691948174821917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110691948174821917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110691948174821917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/01/hehe.html' title='Hehe.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110673868915687422</id><published>2005-01-26T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FreaKinG tirEd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hey hey...Long time no blog huh? Sori,I'm busy nowadaes.I just woke up also.Tersedar la.Then noticed got 3 missed calls from Farhan.Yawn..still so sleepy but can't go back to sleep if not at night cannot sleep.Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2moro Ica presentation!! argh!!! stress man.I even dreamt about it! But luckily I dreamt that the Ica went well.Phew! Still got to redo the bloody Ica.Haiz.See la, Last minute work.Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I saw Halim today.Uh-huh.Yep.I saw him.And I ignored him.MIRACLE.At first we saw Fadzillah and his friends.Fine.Then we continued walking and I saw him walking towards us.He was wearing &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MAROON&lt;/span&gt;. He walked nearer and nearer.I glanced at him when he was far and that was it.After that I did not look at him at all.Man, I dunno if I'm suppose to regret it or be happy or wat. Then Lin said he looked much better compared to last year.WHY DID SHE HAVE TO SAY THAT?? She got me thinking bout him all the way till I reached home.What if ****** finds out? Shit! Don't think about la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay,I guess thats all fer now.I'm still thinking wheather to continue sleeping or stay awake. Should I go and meet Farhan later.Aiyah see first la.Maybe rite,I'm gonna start liking Lala again! damn it! Who's fault is it again if that happens? This time its Lin and not Nana. Chaoz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110673868915687422?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110673868915687422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110673868915687422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110673868915687422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110673868915687422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/01/freaking-tired.html' title='FreaKinG tirEd!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110605788387903063</id><published>2005-01-18T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Heya..I'm SooOooo Farking tired and stressed up!! I got a total of 11 ASSIGNMENTS/PRESENTATIONS/ICAS!!! OMG! And I'm so tired rite now.Can't go on anymore man.Haiz.For the 1029 Ica one person din do his/her part.What am I suppose to do?ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Newae,Gez who i saw?? I saw &lt;strong&gt;LALA!! &lt;/strong&gt;Yep.I saw him.He changed.He dyed his hair black not that its was blonde or sumting before that but it was a different color.It was also longer.Fifi said he tuck in his shirt but todae he din.I saw him in the library btw.He walked past my table and &lt;strong&gt;sat at the same exact spot.&lt;/strong&gt;He saw me.Coz at one point of time i decided to take one quick glance at him and he caught it.The thing is...&lt;strong&gt;HE DIN CHANGE PLACE!&lt;/strong&gt; I thought that was very very weird.Why? I wonder why.Hmm,maybe he thought fifi was the one.Hahahahhaa! Or maybe he din want to make it obvious.I dunno why and I dun care (sure not?? like real only..).Alermak!!! REALLY LA! haiz..enuf bout him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My skul is beautiful.Only for the open house.Haha! 2moro's the first day of the open house.Hope to see familiar faces.Goes on for 3 days and I'm gonna help out on the last day. Aini said we're gonna do registration.Sounds preety easy but we'll see.And we got s sizes for the nyp t-shirt!! Muahahaha! priority given to us.Aww,too bad peeps!Eh,kla..Wiped out redy.Chaoz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110605788387903063?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110605788387903063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110605788387903063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110605788387903063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110605788387903063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/01/stressed-up.html' title='Stressed up!'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110579299238541944</id><published>2005-01-15T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Tsunami.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Human Tsunami.Yeah.I experienced it myself.Luckily I managed to save myself before anyting happened to me.I almost fainted and almost cried.Its so sick &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; for the sake of TAUFIK,I will do anything! Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I hate him.Yes I do.I really really do. Who am I talking about? AHSBJ. Some people would know who I'm talking about.I finally saw him after a long time. 2 months one week and 3 days and &lt;strong&gt;it sucked.&lt;/strong&gt; Saw him not only once but twice! Its time for me to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Found a new motivation? Hmm, not so sure.Maybe. Only maybe. Should I waste my time tinking bout it? Dunno. I missed being hugged.Haiz...why ah? Weird. But never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why do I keep changing colors? Argh!! Coz I never saw this before.So thats why decided to try it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kla,Chaoz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110579299238541944?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110579299238541944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110579299238541944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110579299238541944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110579299238541944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/01/human-tsunami.html' title='Human Tsunami.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110524913090836890</id><published>2005-01-09T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FirSt weeK of JanuaRy.</title><content type='html'>Hey,so lets start with Tuesday huh?Nothing much happened on that day.Boring school day.Wednesday,hmm..Fifi saw all the guys she wanted too see!!Lucky her!Yep,not only that,the whole week was lucky for her!!So many guys so little time!Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE!!To Linny,Hepi burfdae to her!!Woohoo!Thou her burfdae was only on Friday,the next day we decided to celebrate one day earlier coz we thought she had plans.Finished school at 5 or was it 6?Den we all took the train to orchard and go Wisma first coz lin really wanted to buy that slipper at Tannlines.Btw,I just remembered something.Maybe I'll tell her on Monday.But too bad.No more.So all of us went on...We wanted to eat at LJS so we had to walk all the way to Far East.Funny,Linny was screaming and shouting all the way we teased that she worked at LJS.Den we all walked to Taka.Linny rushed to the toilet and we waited for her outside.When she came out,she forgot to do something!!!Whakakaaa!!So funny!Den Aini told all of us to go and sit at the space outside Taka.Well of coz she lead the way.Nini and dewi den went back inside Taka.At that point of time Linny still din noe wat was going on!Haha!In the meantime,me,pak cik,fifi,sarita and lin herself were sitting outside taking crazy pix of ourselves!At a few of the pix my face din turn out rite!N it was mlm jumaat!!ARGH!!I scared myself till I cried sey!Haiz...N a few minutes later,Nini and dewi came out with the cake having a lighted candle...awww,so sweet!Well,that FINALLY silenced Linny for a while.BUT for a while only..then she start going crazy again!Ok2..fast forward!This is the part that I LOIKE!!!CAKE SMASHING!!!!YEY!!Hahahaha!!We had 7 ppl altogether and there was 8 pieces of cake.so the extra one we decided to....SMASH ON LINNY'S FACE!!Hahahaha!!Poor linny...eventually we decided to do it everywhere!!(btw that sounds so wrong!Muahahaha)anyway,We dirtied her clothes too.Sori.Then she got even more crazier!!B4 that I kept pestering everyone to watch chucky coz I wanted to watch it.Then,at the point where Linny became crazier,she used the cake knife and told me,"shafa,come here...kau nak tgk chucky kan???"ARGH!!!I ran away.Ekceli,at that point of time we all ran away redy la..Coz we din want to get dirtied by lin.Hahahah!Anyway,Lin ended up going home taking the cab.Aini went to meet her fren leaving me all alone!weep weep...dewi and fifi went home together,pak cik took the bus home..n end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.MAK CIK came to school!She was very cute I must tell you.I was expecting her to be taller thou but still she's cute!Hehe..She sat thru lectures with us.Then,we saw Fadzillah.Haiz..I dun remember who said it but someone said that if you see fadzillah that means Lala is somewhere near.Ya rite!Takde pon..so FOR THE ENTIRE WEEK I DIN SAW LALA!!ARGH!!ekceli,for the ENTIRE TWO MONTHS AND ONE WEEK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Fifi.First we met at ct hall to go see dewi.yeah.We wanted to see her without the tudung and the only time was when she was working.WOW!Jambu you...hehehe....Din expect her to look like that.She looks better thou without tudung.=) Then,we went to queensway to buy my shoes!!Woohoo!Finally I bought shoes.Then went tamp,just to eat cheese fries pathetic rite! Haiz,Btw,FIFI WAS DAMN LUCKY! She saw three guys!BLUE,AEL AND JUDGE(mine..hehe).NOT FAIR!She saw the three of them,not only once but TWICE!!FOR EACH OKAY!!OMG!!Haiz...Jelez sey...hahaha!!okla...dats all...my hands are aching redy...Chaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110524913090836890?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110524913090836890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110524913090836890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110524913090836890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110524913090836890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-week-of-january.html' title='FirSt weeK of JanuaRy.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110484782402145838</id><published>2005-01-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:02.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>First day of school.Hmm,had a date with Nana and Lin and Fifi in the morning.Everyone was late!Damn!Told them we should meet earlier but they say...Isn't it too early and then everyone came late.Good huh?Then,I can't believe I was SoOOoOOoOOoOOo blind!!!Pak cik and Nana saw Lala and they thought I saw him so they just kept quiet but I didn't!Haiz,not meant to meet him I guess.Started school at 8am and ended at 6pm.Pathetic sey!soOOO late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day,school started at 1pm and ended at 6pm.Anything happened you may ask? NO! Boring huh?BORING!!SCHOOL SUX!Agree?Surely everyone agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I think all of us treated Lili badly today.Lili was right behind us but all of us ignored him until he walked away.Poor lili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I can't seem to forget Lala that easily.Just now on the way home at the escalator I thought I saw Lala.From behind it looks like him but when the person turned it wasn't.Hey,this reminds me..Lala had a guy who looked like him right? Haha!Remember the time Nini screamed towards that wrong guy?Hahaha!So funny.Anyway,I asked Fifi and she thought it was Lala too but it wasn't.Haiz..too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day of school.Hopefully everything goes well.Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Chaoz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110484782402145838?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110484782402145838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110484782402145838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110484782402145838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110484782402145838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2005/01/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940233.post-110449076151651676</id><published>2004-12-31T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:04:01.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year.</title><content type='html'>5,4,3,2,1!!!! Happy new year!!! Haiz,I guess I'm gonna celebrate new year alone.Pathetic.No one called me out.Haiz.I went out with kai leng yesterday,to repair her lap top at jurong then went to town.At the MRT station,I saw Ahmad! Wow,how long has it been?9 months!!! Long huh?Haha!He still look the same though.Although I see that something is a miss.Hmm,Dunno what. Then went Orchard and walked to Zara.FINALLY.Finally,I got to change my shirt that was one size too big! Then walk2,Then eat at LJ at Lido.Then we went to watch MEET THE FOCKERS!!! Damn funny!Hahaha!Laughed all the way thru!Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning went ITE bedok.Because of my bro la,Then less then 5 mins everyting was done!Waste time sey come.Then went Arif's house.Eat there,talk2...Then go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW,I'M BORED!! I wanna go countdown!But no friend.Pathetic rite?Haiz.Anyway,Gonna tink of going out alone or not now.Bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8940233-110449076151651676?l=livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/feeds/110449076151651676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8940233&amp;postID=110449076151651676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110449076151651676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8940233/posts/default/110449076151651676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmyfairytale.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year.'/><author><name>shafamanje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
