<?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-8820907003191505914</id><updated>2012-01-02T01:24:14.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Belong To You.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-7101599399683568253</id><published>2008-11-26T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:02:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SS1kYUE8Q-I/AAAAAAAAHFw/JUDtPHnGWXg/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SS1kYUE8Q-I/AAAAAAAAHFw/JUDtPHnGWXg/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272981107589792738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed I met you, despite it's through the cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;I and you both knew we never expect to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are together as one and trust me baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up on this relationship, never will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray hard, things will get smooth soon baby. Really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday coming !! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-7101599399683568253?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/7101599399683568253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=7101599399683568253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/7101599399683568253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/7101599399683568253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-never-believed-i-met-you-despite-its.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SS1kYUE8Q-I/AAAAAAAAHFw/JUDtPHnGWXg/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-5883307883541902821</id><published>2008-11-22T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:36:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SSbiK3vayGI/AAAAAAAAHEo/uvYjyh_H2y0/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SSbiK3vayGI/AAAAAAAAHEo/uvYjyh_H2y0/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271149090273151074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yar yar yar, drag for all you want.&lt;br /&gt;Because whatever happens, it's just me and my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope December will be so much better compared to these two struggling months ey b.&lt;br /&gt;And since he's on with a stable job, and it won't be long till we're stable enough until he starts his nagging to ask me to stop work. Nyek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life has been very wonderful despite the uncountable problems we had, solving it one by one and slowly it's gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, I think this semester, ever since I'm attached, and no longer mingling around and having so much problems with guys, I'm more concentrated even though at most times, when baby is working, it's only him in my mind, serious seh. Aku mcm totol bercinta beb. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still the same people who motivate me to come to school. More lunch breaks together and this time round, no one can seperate us apart like how it happened before. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SSbiKxHan6I/AAAAAAAAHEw/Pj6ZmJQ-V38/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SSbiKxHan6I/AAAAAAAAHEw/Pj6ZmJQ-V38/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271149088494755746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's more excitng is :&lt;br /&gt;24 days to my bday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I'm just excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-5883307883541902821?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/5883307883541902821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=5883307883541902821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5883307883541902821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5883307883541902821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/11/yar-yar-yar-drag-for-all-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SSbiK3vayGI/AAAAAAAAHEo/uvYjyh_H2y0/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-5219445637492951506</id><published>2008-11-11T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:28:41.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello bloggers, Hello Earthlings!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just a sudden decision to post up again, not because of anything else, but  the girls, the cousins and the friends. I for see another call asking either where am i? How am I? Why the hell did I delete Friendster and Blog. Even a cousin of mine, who’s back in Melbourne, called me just to ask me why delete my blog? Sweet ey. But what’s surprising was to update myself that Syamimi Mariyani owns a blog, which is so weird? I don’t know but she’s seriously not into all these, like telling your everyday stories and at certain times, your expression of feelings. That’s not her. It’s been like two months since I last met her and the Seven Sexes. Most importantly, Lynn &amp;amp; Afah, but I indeed was trying to really make time. So here I go with my explanation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I deleted Friendster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because, I was really sick and tired of using it, nothing interesting but just more and more young upcoming gangsters , or for some, wannabes, with lots of dramas to share. What a world? And I don’t even have time to check it, and I can’t dig in any best reasons why I should own one, even to connect to my friends, there are several other methods. Email me :D Seriously, I do checked my mails, sometime, at least I do! Furthermore, there are other important things to do beside Friendster, sometimes it’s really distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I shut down my blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because, I didn’t want it to look so dead, with no updates, with no nothing, seriously nothing, like old posts and outdated pictures, and also, nothing really interesting leh. So, to prevent it from looking as if I’m dead and at the same time, the outdated posts &amp;amp; photos, I have to shut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I’ve been keeping quiet MOST OF THE TIME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not using any cell phone soon enough, most probably; I’ll save my money for other important things than prepaid. I am working my arse off like seriously, working, without the parental concern of my dearest mother, because if she knows I’m going to get killed. You see, recession these days are so bad, and despite her working for 24 years, the company is almost dead, no longer alive like the olden times where business and economy was great. So she is very afraid, for the closure of the company, which she for see. So , to prevent anything from happening, I’ve told her to cut down my daily pocket money, only after December after , insyallah, everything else will be stable, so finally. So you see :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday , I end school at 4p.m and will be working at 6-10.30p.m&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I end school at 6p.m, so there’s no point of going to work.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I end school at 12p.m, so I’ll be working from 1p.m- 10.30p.m&lt;br /&gt;Thursday , I end school at 6p.m, so no point.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I have school till 11a.m and will be working from 12-11.30p.m&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, working from 11a.m-4p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I can’t work because I can’t go out every Sunday. Ground rules still have to maintain. And boyfriend is working now, so thank him for really helping me financially and emotionally. So it’s like most of the time I squeezed in time for him but every Saturday evening, will always be our day. I mean like, we rarely have much time for each other, but still, it seems that the further we are, the stronger the love get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been like this. But, it’s a really tiring thing to do lots of things especially coping with the tons of assignments, projects and revisions for quizzes/tests. So there are so much things to do. I have been like really saving up, but I can’t really see it you know. I’ve cut down on cigarettes as much as I can, which boyfriend bought me a box of ciggs yesterday and left 3 sticks today? No, I don’t smoke that much, I remembered I gave away 6-7 sticks away because my dear friends who have been always providing cigarettes for me, were out when I have them in my hands. So it’s time to give away =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learn to TOLERATE with all sorts of crap this semester, I mean modules are getting harder, but I’m contented I’m not lost in any of those modules like how I was the previous semester, everything is fine, like almost everything. I’m really waiting for the time to shoot at those people, they know who they are, for what I got so freaking pissed off, and I’m glad I’m not alone feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;Simple, you want to come to class you come and shut the fuck up, if not you can fucking get lost or just pluck in your MP3 and go to sleep if you feel it’s so boring. By making noise, and creating nuisance add on to people’s attention, freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rude. I am always full of vulgarities. BUT AT MOST TIMES, I RESPECT PEOPLE WHO WANT TO COME TO SCHOOL TO LEARN AND NOT TO CREATE NOISE LIKE  PRIMARY SCHOOL KIDS DO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eek. That’s why I hate school. Most of the time,maybe. And in life, according to boyfriend, we have to jus t adapt and go with the flow. But what’s a flow if there’s no cooperation. I mean like it’s really mean sometimes to see how mean can those innocent faces get. O M G !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was been always wonderful. I can’t recall when was the last time we actually had an argument. Everything within us seem so smooth and, I am like the happiest girl alive, with a boyfriend, who loves &amp;amp; pampers &amp;amp; take such good care of me. For what I’ve seen, this is the best relationship I had so far, seriously. Sweet, loyal, faithful, trustworthy, understanding and good looking guy, was worth the 7 months of waiting. Random kisses, everyday laughter, those silly jokes, disturbing girls and trying his freaking best to make me angry and jealous, which never succeed unless he talks too much about his past... and when I told him nicely “ B, I think it’s enough for me to know about your past. So sorry to interrupt you arh, but I think you should stop now.” And he’ll laugh and said “ Yes arh finally, I purposely do it, just to make you angry. Nyek !”  Never once, he fail to make me smile and keep laughing till I have what Faiii called them “ wrinkles” and always most of the time, aching cheekbones. I love you darling and you know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am still the happy girl, with the Mum who’s the Queen of my life and the boyfriend who’s always in my heart guarding me for the rest of my life. Insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I won’t update any often, but I hope the reasons are clearly stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So email me, I check my mails, seriously. Missing the girls so much !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-5219445637492951506?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/5219445637492951506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=5219445637492951506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5219445637492951506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5219445637492951506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-bloggers-hello-earthlings-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-346841732363097943</id><published>2008-10-26T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:05:37.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM2hH58sI/AAAAAAAAFXY/pTSwLGmpSN8/s1600-h/f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261133289187046082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM2hH58sI/AAAAAAAAFXY/pTSwLGmpSN8/s320/f6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First thing to say : I am hating bangs so much. I really can't wait for this freaking frindge to grow grow! Faster grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realised that , my blog is always full of our pictures, like everytime. Don't ask me why, it seems like this boy is meeting me almost every single day, and for the escape from work today, it was all thanks to him , begging me and nudging me non stop for the whole afternoon. I can't really have a proper reason why I decided to make blogging a daily thingy these days. Most probably, because I felt that it's the only way for me to update with my girlfriends, whom, are still there close to my heart. So, as I was saying, the escape from work, actually wasn't a bad idea afterall. I did had a great time with baby and Fifie Arh Siol ! It's been long since it's just the three of us. So me and b, the starkarats as usual were like half and hour late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM2L7I78I/AAAAAAAAFXQ/48Kpt2RPa80/s1600-h/f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261133283496357826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM2L7I78I/AAAAAAAAFXQ/48Kpt2RPa80/s320/f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had dinner over at Food Loft and I met AFAH ! My god, I missed her so much. I did not realized that it was her , until I turned back and saw her ! We had a short catch up session and I had popiah for dinner, or maybe popiah for breakfast/lunch and dinner. We slacked a while and watched that hilarious show at Esplanade. And walked a few distance away from Marina Square and had camwhore sessions , which was weird because during the light was there and all, we never thought of snapping but during the dark, we want to snap photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifie did alarmed me of being so supportive over my boyfriend. I mean like, even if he disturb girls in front of my eyes, it did not even make me feel jealous, because I don't know why. Seriously, like for me it's entirely up to you because I know in your heart , there's me. I know. Isn't it like better he do it in front of me then behind my back? Rather than guys who try to disturb girls behind the gf's back when in front action cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM1z4kibI/AAAAAAAAFXI/7C33KVonWxg/s1600-h/f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261133277043132850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM1z4kibI/AAAAAAAAFXI/7C33KVonWxg/s320/f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was seriously humid siol. We bought drinks like 3 times?! And again we slacked, we talked, we shared our stories and of course, those laugthers. To call it day, we headed seperate ways because baby was tired, and I can see that with his eyebags, terrible siols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM16oOsOI/AAAAAAAAFXA/qMW_OeJpfDg/s1600-h/f2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261133278853640418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM16oOsOI/AAAAAAAAFXA/qMW_OeJpfDg/s320/f2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM1UWI4bI/AAAAAAAAFW4/vp5ZDe7qIcw/s1600-h/f1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261133268577214898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM1UWI4bI/AAAAAAAAFW4/vp5ZDe7qIcw/s320/f1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going over a day to Johore tmrw for my cousin's wedding. Seeing the kampung people again eyk. !! Happy siols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-346841732363097943?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/346841732363097943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=346841732363097943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/346841732363097943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/346841732363097943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-thing-to-say-i-am-hating-bangs-so.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQNM2hH58sI/AAAAAAAAFXY/pTSwLGmpSN8/s72-c/f6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-4153670295412636333</id><published>2008-10-25T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:39:28.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQHzfUiFGxI/AAAAAAAAFWw/wL5TmfFJoXM/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260753559158594322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQHzfUiFGxI/AAAAAAAAFWw/wL5TmfFJoXM/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was seriously curious what's up with us and Teka ? Haha. After getting those bangles, I keep wanting more and more, but babyboy is such an ass. Whenever I stop to take a look at those gorgeous bangles, he'll pull me and said " B apa tuu... yang atas tu" He'll distract me and point me to somewhere and slowly pulled me away. But who cares, just waiting for my freaking pay to settle all my debts and get some new bangles baby. But one thing I hateabout their bangles is some of them are seriously leaving behind marks on my hand seh. Okay whatever it is, we headed to Teka Mall after my appointment and then had breakfast cum lunch over at Kamala's where I knew it was famous for its prata thosai but I don't eat thosai and I don't know why, I just don't like the gravy and I don't know why. I love prata and i love apam. =) Very nice. Moreover, I am not someone who eats Indian food that often. So, we had prata and off to Dan's ( Maz's boyfriend) house. Baby's whole family was there , and then I realised how close am i to their family just only during this 3 month relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQHzfFLD53I/AAAAAAAAFWo/BJUQCFZom6I/s1600-h/B!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260753555035514738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQHzfFLD53I/AAAAAAAAFWo/BJUQCFZom6I/s320/B!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We snapped photographs of us and seriously , the only reason why I decided to take our photograph because I felt I looked suck today but suddenly my boyfriend like handsome today. Hah. A little bit of praise , phoo..&lt;br /&gt;Until he want to own his own photoo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQHzfD0mLyI/AAAAAAAAFWg/ir48vTTAFhw/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260753554672856866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQHzfD0mLyI/AAAAAAAAFWg/ir48vTTAFhw/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes baby , finally. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to hospital to visit a friend and met the Arh siol bros a while. I freaking miss them and so did baby. I bet so. Yeah and we really hell yeah had a great time talking crap like we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Trustworthy Friend.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing that's actualy burning inside my heart which I just want to vomit it all out here. I won't insert any names neither am I saying about you. But if you feel you're guilty about it, then maybe it's you. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, you ask yourself, sometimes I am curious myself why for the previous years, I realied one thing, it really takes a long time to trust your own friend. I mean not really everyone can be your personal diary where you can shoot everything out trusting they won't say anything to anybody. But com'on in life, I was cheated so many times even through my blood, but when I grow up, I realised that I've experienced enough of what teenagers are experiencing now, typically. I've seen more than I thought everybody else saw, but not really everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like if you're trying to make me feel stupid, try your best. I'm not saying I'm smart but&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that stupid to be fooled .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having said you have this friend let's say we name this person : Amy. It can be a boy or a girl. You decide. In my story , I'll make it a girl. Remember , I'll make it a girl. I'm not saying whether it's a girl or a boy. You decide !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you and amy are so close that almost everything you pour it out to her. Everything, from young till today, she knows so much about you. And stories about you and your boyfriend, no, no, nothing sexually or whatsoever that relates to that. Just your everyday typical stories or your once a while thoughts that runs through your head, you just pour it out. And of course, even not everything your boyfriend knows. Like you just had a new boyfriend, so you can't possibly tell like every single bit, it takes time to trust a person. So since you are so close with Amy, that you guys are like real sisters, you tell almost everything to her. But , one day, you realised that she's not meant to be trust at all. Why? Becuase one fine day, Amy's friends asked your boyfriend things which your boyfriend thought it's between you and your bf. So since he was so shocked, he asked you. And in your head, you knew who was the culprit. So at that point of time, you were rather shocked and couldn't believed what Amy actually did to you after almost all sacrifises. But think through Amy, what if I tell everything to a whole GROUP of my friends, about you and your partner. For you it's okay , maybe? But for me, you're bringing me down. I tell you something, it's true my boyfriend did shouted/hit/scolded me in public, but at the end of the day, it was my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to mum, mum said if a guy loves you so much, he'll correct your mistake once, and twice if you stil don't listen he'll do something you won't like. And that point of time don't cry and regret because even if he's shouting at you/ scolding you or even hitting you. Ask yourself whether you are really in the wrong. And secondly, ask yourself , if you had corrected your mistake the first time, will the second time happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it was both our fault. We settle it all done and we're such a happy couple till today. I let it to you because I just needed someone to talk to, but someone I trusted to just keep the fucking mouth shut and keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not insert any names. And I did not type all this because I had an argument with boyfriend. Boyfriend didn't even scold me , because he told me before , and he's just waiting for the time to come to prove to me, that how close you are with a person, it's not everything you can tell. And he's right. He did not even shoot at me, he just tell me , it's time for you to think, still hugging me, even though I knew I was already in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do, you thought Amy was really a trustworthy person.&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, how will you feel if you were the boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's worth to think through .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-4153670295412636333?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/4153670295412636333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=4153670295412636333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/4153670295412636333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/4153670295412636333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-seriously-curious-whats-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SQHzfUiFGxI/AAAAAAAAFWw/wL5TmfFJoXM/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-9040049377609200289</id><published>2008-10-23T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:18:12.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession of matrep :&lt;br /&gt;" Dia tengok aku dia takot siol. Dulu kau tak caya kau tanya arh si insertnamehere , dia dulu takot ngan aku sia. Kimak aku bobal ngan dia muka cram............... tah arh yp yp skrang, orang tanya kalau kau kena keja ngn parang apa kau uat? dorang confirm cakap lawan balek arh kata gangster. tapi padahal dorang yang pengecut. tapi kan aku nik actually pengecut siol. sumpah. siapa siol mau kena pukul. aku kena pukul aku nangis siol. kalau parang kat leher aku, confirm terkencing siol..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i overheard this two monkey who keep on irritate me in the bus on the way home just now. seriously, like the bus was pack and they keep on excuse me excuse me and like asking my name/age and where i stay and all. I eksyen2 dengar lagu only but then when I heard the whole convo they both had, I swear , it tickles me so much . I swear, youcan't even protect yourself how can you protect me and have the guts to ask my number. put your balls at your throat and fucking shut up sua bebs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-9040049377609200289?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/9040049377609200289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=9040049377609200289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/9040049377609200289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/9040049377609200289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-minute-of-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-6510944076601135723</id><published>2008-10-22T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:57:49.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I couldn't find this song in Imeem .&lt;br /&gt;So i had to get it from Youtube.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Current Fav. Song .&lt;br /&gt;Click the play button below the dinosaur .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I need you - The Dey .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pictures of Tanjong Balai coming up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as how much I felt that the girls missed me, that’s how much I missed them. I missed them so much that it’s rather helpless. It’s not that I’ve ignored them or what so ever, I’m facing like a freaking financial problem right now , and it’s like I have to push my money all for almost everything. Even worst, for the whole month of September I’ve worked, my pay is not even in yet, believe it or not, so it’s like pay was delayed, and raya collection this year was seriously terrible, hoho, so it’s nevertheless , a problem yet to be quickly solved and get over it. The point is, I’ve yet to settle my debts and more to that, I did regret so much shopping siol. But common what’s a girl with no shopping, no new clothes, new shoes. Ask Suqin, how much she envy me because all my clothes are cheap , unexpectedly, even though I’ve always put a green eye on her everyday wears because her dresses are gorgeous. So I’m in need of cash right now, and Fish And Co is hell yeah giving me one big problem, thanks for that delay in cash, neither mother nor boyfriend allowed me to work. Of course, I’ll still be working since I know my schedule for school, and it really sucks baby. It really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking more new subjects this semester and that means longer hours, and cds, which is an additional subject, where i have to calculate up to 30 points in order to go on to year 2. I think? I don’t know whatever it is, I’m learning World Issues, cool ey? I don’t know when I asked people, they said it’s boring but come to think of it, it sounds so cool seh ! I mean like ever since I was back from Tanjong Balai, it gives me this even higher curiosity to know about other countries and their issues, cool kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is , this is how the schedule look like :&lt;br /&gt;Monday – 9a.m – 6p.m&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday – 11a.m – 7p.m&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday – 9a.m – 1p.m and from next week onwards, I’ll be starting working night shift for this day.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - 9a.m – 6p.m&lt;br /&gt;Friday – 9a.m-11a.m After that working...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday – BABY’S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday – Rest. Chill. Relax .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like so pathetic so this Friday I won’t come because I have doctor appointment. Moreover the attendance for every first week of school, is not important =)And for the whole semester I’ll be taking modules like, hospitality and tourism, ergonomics, total building performance blablabla so it’s like another challenge for me, and as so that for tbp, I’ve decided to sit all the way infront with Jalil, i need to pass this subject sia. I don’t like ‘Cs’ at my report larh, like everywhere for the previous semester. And so far so good, not yet skipping lectures/ tutorials and always on time. Less smoking sessions. Okay look, this is like only the first week of school. I’ve yet to see even worse than this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry I don’t have cash even for school, thanks for burning ¾ of my savings gone to school books, I have $25 left in bank, and needed them so badly for a very urgent matter. Even if I don’t have cash, I did not go telling people my grandmother is sick almost dying and I don’t have cash to school. So the next few days when I see you with a psp and a new phone, I’ll ask you one question “ Have your grandma died?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I hate attention seekers like this. So since, I am halfway saving my cash hoping to get all this over and done with so that my upcoming pay next month, I can buy my two bff’s birthday gifts and hopefully some balance left for Afah’s upcoming 21st birthday. Guess what I did? I didn’t want to even ask a single cent from my two babies because I know when it’s this week Is is always tight of cash and Faii, jangan harap !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early morning I woke up, cooked Maggie and bring it for me and Isfarah since her mum left her with cash before she left for Malaysia and that money was already used for school books. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls I hope you understand how i’m feeling at the moment, I’m not asking anything for you but seek for your understanding that it’s not that I am missing in action or forgetting you people. I am deeply missing you guys, but don’t worry I’m always fine, still okay still standing strong. I have a personal problem that have yet to be settle but once everything’s back to normal again, I bet it’ll be just like the old times. So thanks for showing you cared for me, it was really appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, but I won’t take long. I’ll be back meeting you guys and having the fun like we always do. By the way, I’m just a call away, I may not be there with you, hearing what you have to say but I’m always free to lend a listening ear even if it takes an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you girls so badly ; Syamimi Mariyani . Azlynn. Afah. The other sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Afah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCE 21st BIRTHDAY DEAR ! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259934231980861954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SP8KUM8i6gI/AAAAAAAAFVw/GuSuXnIjF58/s400/afa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SP8KEnIgh4I/AAAAAAAAFVY/h6PF98wO9TA/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259933964132452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SP8KEnIgh4I/AAAAAAAAFVY/h6PF98wO9TA/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Syamimi Mariyani - Baby , kita muda2 ey =) hehhehe. I miss you so much dear. Irealy do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SP8KEl2AmLI/AAAAAAAAFVg/ut3QUC2vMbQ/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259933963786426546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SP8KEl2AmLI/AAAAAAAAFVg/ut3QUC2vMbQ/s400/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lynn Baby ! Heh. I Love you sayangg. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SP8KEx2qR7I/AAAAAAAAFVo/FE2sFcajEpY/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259933967010383794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SP8KEx2qR7I/AAAAAAAAFVo/FE2sFcajEpY/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sevn sexes ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest boy, tell me, if she's hurting you way beyond , let her go, trust me you'll never regret. You see how much tears I wasted leaving one guy, but till today, I'm not regretting because for the whole relationship, I did play my part, but he stabbed me behind, and till the end, the one's regretting will be him, and not me. Dear, trust me, do what you think is best for you. Don't suffer in silence, it makes you even worst. I'll always be there for you. I told you, if you let her go, cool down, chill, maybe it's just not yet .. One day , the one will come . Just be patient . I'll always be there whenever you need me. I Love You Bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-6510944076601135723?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/6510944076601135723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=6510944076601135723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6510944076601135723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6510944076601135723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-of-tanjong-balai-coming-up-as.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SP8KUM8i6gI/AAAAAAAAFVw/GuSuXnIjF58/s72-c/afa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-2085052507287611138</id><published>2008-10-20T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:15:19.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259218237637560610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SPx_H2KkiSI/AAAAAAAAFSw/PUb0PkSSHUQ/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i have to apologise for not really updating this almost becoming dead blog, the reason is because, i had some beautiful time with bf and his family over at tanjong balai =) the purpose was to actually , i don't really know how to explain but then it was meant for Hari Raya Haji purposes which I forsee another chance of going there again this december, which is the exam week, exactly on the exam week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously frustrated as the other day i came across the newspaper and this Indian man was mad for the upcoming A levels was in conjunction with the Deepavali. I keep asking myself why people complain when the Muslims have been struggling all these while... with PSLE and O Levels always come in together with Hari Raya Puasa . Especially this year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Tanjong Balai was way different from what I imagined. I imagined it to be like Sungai Road but it's more advance even though what I see was almost killing my heart, where kids get up to you, tap your hands asking you for money. It's a pity sometimes to see them like that, and late at night prostitutes are like almost everywhere. Their roads are like roads you seen in villages however their traffic, my god, actualy I didn't even notice a single traffic light ther. It's so small where there aren't much shopping to be done and not much nice things to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's for sure the food was amazing. This pempek, which I pronounced it as Pempek but people like baby's grandmother always mistaken me pronouncing is as Pepek (pussy) . yar i know, wth. His sister and parents didn't tag along .. so it was just me, baby, jack and grandparents. And i tell you, that boy is so pampered, i mean his 5 year old brother who turned 5 on the second day of the trip which was on the 16 October =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with him instead of baby who is always sleepy. But it seems like people thought me , baby and jack were like a family because that boy is always with us. I had like so many arguments with bf, because he is super sickening whnever i tried to wake him up, he'll like keep forcing me to force him, when in real fact, it was time to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did really enjoyed myself over there, because what I see there is what I can't see here. You don't see bus which is made of wooden plank over here do you? Yeah, and those taxis over there are vans which horn and just pick you up and go. And there, are superb packed with auto motorbikes which you can't see in Singapore. The weird thing is, with such heavy traffic, small road, no traffic lights, there are lesser accidents. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, by the 4th day ther I was home sick. But thanks to Jack vomiting on my pants and baby's I spent another night over at boyfriend house where we clean up the helmet , Arfiz borrowed and got waken up by Jack who was telling me that he wanted to go off to the doctor. I do missed him alot especially these days . Because during the 4 days stay we were so close, very close. And i almost cried when I wanted to go home because I remembered lying down on the floor and he sit on my tummy (and press it real hard) and tell me he wanna locked me so i can't go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did missed Mum so much. I went home with baby and hugged her tightly. So as soon as she's off to work, we were cracking our heads where to go. We reached Bugis and had dinner there and wanted to find Kelantan Road, which was confused with Kelantan Lane or vise versa. and in the end we got ourselves at Mustafa Centre where we got to see the Deepavali lightings  and I bought my make ups and my beautiful bangles there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was rather relaxing after a whole week with boyfriend, i still spent the day with him. He came over and watch Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith with me until ten plus just after he's so satisfied checking through almost everything at my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School start just now, and I tell you, I am prepared . Target :GPA 3.5 =)&lt;br /&gt;*Praying hard and hoping that I wont slacked half way through. Serious arh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let see the finalised time table tmrw. Killing myself siols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259218610680950994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SPx_dj3C8NI/AAAAAAAAFS4/uns8j8krSm8/s400/babyme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Baby, I don't know what to say to you but jyeah only God can seperate us apart. You won't know how happy I am everytime I hear your voice and everytime you're right here beside me , and always telling me that everything's gonna be alright. Only God knows how much I need you ... Thank you, because this unexpected love seems to be such a beautiful story afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You . Freaking Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SPx_dvB4umI/AAAAAAAAFTA/i14eCuLLhpc/s1600-h/DSC09970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259218613679209058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SPx_dvB4umI/AAAAAAAAFTA/i14eCuLLhpc/s400/DSC09970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raya dabes, Deepavali punyer turn =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-2085052507287611138?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/2085052507287611138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=2085052507287611138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/2085052507287611138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/2085052507287611138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/10/firstly-i-have-to-apologise-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SPx_H2KkiSI/AAAAAAAAFSw/PUb0PkSSHUQ/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-2310407699918196432</id><published>2008-10-07T01:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:06:41.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK FROM HIATUS =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpOPFmJu-I/AAAAAAAAFQY/Tun6IgceOEQ/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254097936388307938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpOPFmJu-I/AAAAAAAAFQY/Tun6IgceOEQ/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 3rd Month Baby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated the day over at Cash Studio. Nik time kita dua jer, haha. And I tell you like we keep singing over and over and over and over again like there's no ending, but the 3 hours was worth it. Forever with the Tiada lagi kidungmu - Lefthanded, driving me crazy seh. Mampos. And after that we headed to Far East but suddenly today, Monday? Like town got so many typicals malays like that, and Cahaya was packed. So we went off to Bugis. which for no reason was like also packed at Tong Seng but just tanchiak there and had dinner cum breakfast cum lunch and then walked around Parco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the day mcm gila baby because kita dua mcm crazy gytu kan, like he loves to talk, i tell you hetalk more than me until if there's one seat available in the train he won't let me sit . because he wanna talk to me, and he keep on talking and talking and talking all the way , you'll only hear his voice and my laughter. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, happy 3rd months eykk. Mcm smalam gyty ey kita baru jumpe ey ? Ohhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but Mimi's love can't be felt through words but through the tiny actions he do, like just now in the Karaoke room, i sat pretty far from him as the sofa was big, and he'll goes " ah yerla skrg pun da duduk jauh2." and then like certain songs which are bloody antique yet super touching he'll put his hands over and sometimes in the middle of the songs and while i was busy choosing my song, he'll give me a peck on my forehead or my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing me is his forte. So much of it, and when I don't entertain he'll press on my cheeks real hard/ squeeze my tummy/ hug me super tightly and tell me " I love you lah !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby : FISH AND CO OR WHAT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpNy-UtHhI/AAAAAAAAFPw/BI0ifMcWVRU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254097453399744018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpNy-UtHhI/AAAAAAAAFPw/BI0ifMcWVRU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KITA FISHERIANS OR WHAT !!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254097455004722290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpNzETXJHI/AAAAAAAAFQA/U_4QsnootLY/s400/DSC09856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpNzLCKzzI/AAAAAAAAFP4/vrbJkLxFbv4/s1600-h/DSC09859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254097456811659058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpNzLCKzzI/AAAAAAAAFP4/vrbJkLxFbv4/s400/DSC09859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpNzT5ep_I/AAAAAAAAFQI/_QD5F8rkRto/s1600-h/DSC09868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254097459191130098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpNzT5ep_I/AAAAAAAAFQI/_QD5F8rkRto/s400/DSC09868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpNzqpXSMI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/CxyEdXbHYk4/s1600-h/DSC09873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254097465297553602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpNzqpXSMI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/CxyEdXbHYk4/s400/DSC09873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"For you will always be my baby and now and forever I will always be your man " - MimiArhSiol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpG4i9_ucI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/dOqhyYMKAd4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254089852554557890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpG4i9_ucI/AAAAAAAAFPQ/dOqhyYMKAd4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reached back home after the kampung days, I had to meet this boy, whom I truly missed. And we really had a blast that day, I don't know why but for our whole 3 months relationship, we rarely go out just the two of us, for the whole day. And I tell you on Saturday we really spent it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Bugis street and had our couple tee , and my own tee and i tell you we proceeded to City Hall and wanted to get our jeans but the cb uncle pissed me off had dinner over at Marina and off to Suntec City (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you we were really joking around until alamak, stres you know. Cotton On was having a crazy sale and member got pissed off because he get bored waiting, and he want to kepo2 watch the shades as the shades were next to the cashier where the sales lady was, and he can give one big smile to the girl, when i was next to him, and he look at me and pretend nothing happen, but I just kept smiling off seeing how cheeky this guy can get. Hahahaha. And seriously, I wasn't even close to jealous, because yar he's SOOOO FRIENDLY ey b !hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpG4rg8AMI/AAAAAAAAFPY/gGGzQS0h94M/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254089854848598210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpG4rg8AMI/AAAAAAAAFPY/gGGzQS0h94M/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate so much, from Food Culture(TM) to Food Loft (Marina Square) to Gelare ? hhahahaha. Crazy . I tell you makan banyak da gemok siak =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpG42fARdI/AAAAAAAAFPo/OJULca3vwVE/s1600-h/DSC09810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254089857793279442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpG42fARdI/AAAAAAAAFPo/OJULca3vwVE/s400/DSC09810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it was really like the best day ever because everything was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254088015346006690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpFNm1V-qI/AAAAAAAAFOI/_pvvRJ-gcQM/s400/05102008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya this year was like really mundane, I don't really have the mood for raya even though I was very much excited for it. But guess what, on the family gathering, on Sunday, early morning was super pissed off already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8a.m OI! and then my mum told me to hurry up, when she has not even take her shower? She was still busy cleaning up the house, which is already so clean, I really have no idea what was in her head. Done with the make ups and everything by 930a.m and since her friend was at home, I went down to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arh, seriously starkarat siak. I waited for her for like what? 45 minutes downstairs, like ccb. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached uncle's house , and we were not the last family, bibit's family was even late. Hoho. I went to all cousins' house/relatives' and guess what, I ate so much, like super much. and most of the time I was sleeping in the bus. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfan and his parents joined us for this raya making it even more better and even wak nga's whole family were there! Hoho. So it's like almost complete except for some heroes who were not there and Kak Noli and husband who's celebrating raya and their life in U.S .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt still, I do missed the old family, like everyone was there, every 15 cousins. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254089247342673826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpGVUYPP6I/AAAAAAAAFPI/EebSxHFbRJ0/s400/05102008(012)+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar waiting for that starkarat for 45 minutes. Geram nik.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpGUw8JUZI/AAAAAAAAFOo/xc6wtjDIS9E/s1600-h/05102008(022).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254089237829603730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpGUw8JUZI/AAAAAAAAFOo/xc6wtjDIS9E/s400/05102008(022).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danial Irfan Parker. Who can walk so fast already and laugh and smile with a super cute dimple ! Oiii. And he was so handsome you know, but he kena heat stress at night which makes him cry like hell. But in the end, his parents remove all his clothes except for his pampers, and then he keep quiet. Haha. And when he reached my crib, he suka main2 at the katil larh. Haha. And you know if you give him food, you have to give in a large size then he'll take. Hahha. And most sweetest part of him, he'll kiss his mum's lip and run to his father and do the same. Adorable kan.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254089246338574034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpGVQo15tI/AAAAAAAAFPA/HGo_BFDoQxg/s400/05102008(057).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just after one house... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpGVDCDOFI/AAAAAAAAFOw/BsrmGwKewTA/s1600-h/05102008(039).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254089242686208082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpGVDCDOFI/AAAAAAAAFOw/BsrmGwKewTA/s400/05102008(039).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The strongest woman I've seen in my life, who's now hospitalized. Haiz. No no, i'll not lose her, because every other cousin will know, losing her is like losing your entire life. Seriously , the one who watched me grow all the way, and yet standing strong, and only God knows how much she really mean to me and to the other cousins because most of the time, she loves her grandchildren more than her children, we know because we were pampered by her so much. She thought us almost everything in life, and she's the one we run to when misunderstandings happen at each's crib. I love you nenek (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpGVKLevLI/AAAAAAAAFO4/us6hzs8vIPo/s1600-h/05102008(028).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254089244604808370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpGVKLevLI/AAAAAAAAFO4/us6hzs8vIPo/s400/05102008(028).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpFOfRQ17I/AAAAAAAAFOY/q6hmEfdHMIw/s1600-h/05102008(047).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254088030495496114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpFOfRQ17I/AAAAAAAAFOY/q6hmEfdHMIw/s400/05102008(047).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elfie . My kampung kaki. Lol. Who in the end lost his entire luggage -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpFOmqQzCI/AAAAAAAAFOg/DwvC_jIxQ7M/s1600-h/05102008(036).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254088032479398946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpFOmqQzCI/AAAAAAAAFOg/DwvC_jIxQ7M/s400/05102008(036).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah. Siapa bilang gadis melayu tak menawan beb !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puas hati. No jalan raya, no duit raya, but many makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to get so many bike rides from Radan and Illa.&lt;br /&gt;2. I met Cik Dara all 9 children of her's. And I had Ila who was like my sister there, she love bringing me around with bike at night , where THERE ARE NOT STREET LIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;3. Abg Dino, will leave that place with lots of sweet memories, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;4. I had a big baluku on my head, thanks to the small girl, whom, alamak, make me so angry you know. She drop the wooden chair the one used in dining rooms, when I was lying down on my cousin's tummy happy2, watching Otai, and yet her mother did not even apologize, wtf. no manners siak. nabeh, sakit siol.&lt;br /&gt;5.I got stung on foot, which hurts so badly. Thanks ey.&lt;br /&gt;6. Super many mercun sessions, oh yeah the cousins were loving it, and I tell you like bomb meletop, and kak yani, the louder the sound is, the more excited she gets. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;7. The bakar lemang session was awesome, imaginie bakar the lemang in the wee hours, where people were asleep, and guess what there were 5 guys, my mum and my uncle and me, the whole lemang thing was done by my uncle and me while the guys sit and stare at i don't know what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;8. I had a very delicious Teh Katai Kaw2 one over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;9. My mum was being such an ass. I hate it when she don't even trust me being with my cousins, the whole trip was spoiled, thanks to her, who really spoil it. argh.&lt;br /&gt;10. The rokok there were CHEAP. Gudang ,12 sticks for RM2.20 here is like $1 ? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;11. I was really missing my baby all the way, and even cried when he made for me the Raya voice recording.&lt;br /&gt;12. The train ride, i tell you shiok larh. Aiyo. Missing kampung life already. =((&lt;br /&gt;13. Lastly, thank you a million Lam Viola for staying awake at 630a.m just to allow me to take the camera, thank you. All the kampung pictures will be up once she's done transferring .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Won't be blogging much, I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - sending mum over to doctor and then visit grandmother and working at 6p.m- closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - sending baby to yck and then jalan raya with mum and b.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - SLEEPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Jalan raya with Arh Siol Bros.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&amp;amp; Sunday - FULL SHIFT =(( (11.30a.m -11p.m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, 4 of my weekdays will be taken = TANJONG BALAI BEB, with mimi and family.&lt;br /&gt;and my weekends will be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the following weeek ..&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH OF RAYA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll let to take this oppurtunity even though it's a week late, Selamat Hari Raya to all. Maafkan lah aku ey kalau aku ada tekasar bahasa ke apape larh ey. Halalkan makan minum rokok ey. Selamat Hari Raya. Okay i suck at this. But still.&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-2310407699918196432?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/2310407699918196432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=2310407699918196432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/2310407699918196432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/2310407699918196432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-3rd-month-baby-we-celebrated-day.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SOpOPFmJu-I/AAAAAAAAFQY/Tun6IgceOEQ/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-8048598006603360650</id><published>2008-09-27T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:08:04.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is what I vowed, I'm all about you, I'm all about us. There's no doubt in this world that anyone could take the place of my number one guy. I never felt any happier before. Thanks because you existed in me. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0QGh0qgVI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/w-4ceoONO7k/s1600-h/!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0QGh0qgVI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/w-4ceoONO7k/s1600-h/!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370444928385362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0QGh0qgVI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/w-4ceoONO7k/s320/!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, was awesome. I swear, maybe it's not because of the whole trip of today, but because of who I was with the whole day. Tonight, I felt that I think I'm the happiest girl today, for having the best boyfriend , who knows how to stick the smile on my face and always cheering me up. It's true to say that, guys' ego are a total boredom, but it doesn't last long enough, until you just get a peck on the forehead, and a tight hug, and a whisper in the ear for those three letter words. It may sounds mushy and too flowery down here, but so what, i'm in love and i'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;So stay away, coz :&lt;br /&gt;Di Mana Farrah Di Situ Lah Mimi (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370445625470178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0QGka3LOI/AAAAAAAAFJw/EIgcFnB69Uc/s320/!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I did reborn my hair on Monday and it cost me like knnccb, and I'm a broke girl right now because Mummy took off my money all the way thanks to the hair, I did not regret a little rebonding my hair, as I know straight hairs are easier to take care. Seriously I don't waste my money on clothes and accessories, instead those money goes to my hair &amp;amp; beauty products. And I am indeed in love with my hair, although I regretted a million times having bangs, because when the wind blows, it sucks like hell. Yeah Like This One ! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370160137747234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0P185SOyI/AAAAAAAAFJY/9smmCvMqZak/s320/DSC09656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0P1xgeiRI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/MI12IzEpB50/s1600-h/DSC09591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370157080906002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0P1xgeiRI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/MI12IzEpB50/s320/DSC09591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * No wind blow. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week was busy preparing for raya. I swear, it was such a tiring week for me, as for I’m leaving Singapore on the morning before Raya, and I had to prepare everything, like everything before I go. And the preparation was disastrous, because I was alone, Mum had her morning shift the whole week, and I had to do everything on my own. And yes, I did reborn my hair, reason being, I felt that I’m comfortable with straight hair, for the whole life with it, curls just don’t work for me. Nevertheless, I am a very contented girl with this new hair. Even though it’s everywhere, I do feel good with it, just so you know, it makes me feel so much younger. On that Monday evening , right after I reborn my hair, mum called baby and told baby that I looked like a 12 year old kid. I do believe that without make up, I look much younger. Make up brings wonders, don’t you think so? And yes, since 13, I do rely much on make-ups, which when it wasn’t used on me, I really looked pale, damn pale, but during secondary school moments, make up wasn’t really much of my daily essentials, as I don’t wear any to school. Ever since poly life, I started to use it every day, and had so much reliance on it, and there goes money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Somehow, I can’t recall what happen on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Yar, it was my night shift working , and I tell you this was another disastrous story, I swear! It was an unexpected crowd, suddenly, the restaurant was fully occupied , without using section 1 of course, even the private room and the deck was packed. Okay it shouldn’t be elaborated that much, but I believed Singaporeans , at most times, after working under F&amp;amp;B line, are fussy, damn fussy. It’s only halfway eating the food, it was mentioned the food is cold. What the blah.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday had to work, and a meet up session with the bros. I missed them so much, and I tell you, Bulan, you’re one moon , I tell you, a fucking joker, stupid you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having sleepless night, yesterday was combining all the whole tiring week I had together. Tell me about it, I’ve wiped the windows, wipe almost everything, change the decorations of the living room, the sofa’s cover, the cushions, threw all unnecessary things, clear up the dining room, and almost everything in front, swept, mopped, washed the trees deco. And to add up some more pain, alone, I’ve even made 5 bottles of Kuih Makmur this year. -.- and the delivery has yet to be done, to grandmother’s house, as soon as possible. Oh wait, I missed cousins so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am still not yet place my fingers over my room, and had no time and cash to go for Ikea this year, so let’s put that aside. And I have to go to work for food testing today. Yar, I’ve fasted half day. Cannot tahan siols, new menu on the table yaw, more delicious seafood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, one thing for sure, I have yet to say a few words to the most important people of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0P2DCy0bI/AAAAAAAAFJg/UdpETo4tCOU/s1600-h/Mi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370161788244402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0P2DCy0bI/AAAAAAAAFJg/UdpETo4tCOU/s320/Mi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Syamimi Mariyani, HAPPY 19th Birthday on the 19th September 2008. I may not be there to give you a big celebration, but I sure will , most probably in November. Baby, thanks for being there whenever and wherever I need you, I am so sure that you're just a call away. For those problems I've went through, no secrets between me and you, everything is in our heart. For you have been a very beautiful sister to me, and from where we went through, ups and downs, I know above them all, you'll be the last person to leave. I still could recall every moments of us, when we were still back then in school, your daddy used to fetch me and sent me to school, together with Wanie, and when my dad passed away, you're the one who I called and you keep calling me back over and over again to make sure things were alryte, you made the extra effort to call Ul, who was in KL and keep informing Wanie about my situation. But most importantly, your existance in the early morning with a hug, and you were beside me telling me that everything will be fine. I know you'll be there for me whenever and wherever I need you. For you are the girl, I'll never forget neither will I leave. And i could clearly remember, buying for you lunch when you were still working over at TM and got us into a mess during the Isetan thingy. Lols. And we had a quick session over and over again, just to matao for ciggs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For you are the best girlfriend, the best sister I've met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY SISTER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Love You and Your Tetek (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0P2LoM7bI/AAAAAAAAFJo/FVtxkuvOHKQ/s1600-h/faiii2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370164092628402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0P2LoM7bI/AAAAAAAAFJo/FVtxkuvOHKQ/s320/faiii2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For how many times we tried to seperate, no one could actually seperate us forever. HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY BRO ! Faii, the most important friend in life. The one who always give me tons of problems but we always managed to pull all through it together. He can't really be there , but he's always a call away, he's the one i usually flood my tears with, a shoulder to cry on. At most times, I depend on him too much, that when he's not here for a day or two especially to school, I get so worried. Bro, thanks ey bro, remember back those years, when we were 13, I used to go over your crib and watched SFOGS? Fuck siak. Stupid right, and I had study sessions with you and your lovely brother over at your house for 4 years. And your beautiful mother who always make me feel special over at home. Now, no farrah no mummy cook mee bandong. Faii, remember that I told you before, even if all the girls in this world bring you down, pushed you aside, broke your heart, come to me because I swear I'll never leave. All the best bro with Rara. This is your choice, and if you're happy being with her, I'm happy too. I'll support you no matter what , I'll always be there, that's what I promised. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY 17th Birthday Bro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Love You !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I fasted halfday . Thanks to Fish And Co's new menu is out and food testing was available at 4p.m today and so Fad called me over to come to work. I was more than happy to come and eat, babe, scallop and king prawns, siapa taknak oi ! I met Fadd and there goes , this boy loves camwhoring even though at most times I tried to take my picture alone, he's always trying to push himself into the picture. Fadd is Fai's elder brother , fyi. And together with Maw, we headed to Fish And Co and had a great time in the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0PGz_MVUI/AAAAAAAAFIo/SVCkJcXvulU/s1600-h/DSC09667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369350292755778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0PGz_MVUI/AAAAAAAAFIo/SVCkJcXvulU/s320/DSC09667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fadd. Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0PHG73bnI/AAAAAAAAFIw/nMK-MhOs78M/s1600-h/DSC09678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369355379076722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0PHG73bnI/AAAAAAAAFIw/nMK-MhOs78M/s320/DSC09678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Againn !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0PHTo2A3I/AAAAAAAAFI4/5cnUj3gJ-q4/s1600-h/DSC09672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369358788952946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0PHTo2A3I/AAAAAAAAFI4/5cnUj3gJ-q4/s320/DSC09672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AGAIIIIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0PHQBD3EI/AAAAAAAAFJA/UcVR9W92Ook/s1600-h/DSC09705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369357816781890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0PHQBD3EI/AAAAAAAAFJA/UcVR9W92Ook/s320/DSC09705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay larh camera 2.0 m.p aku tak bleh, polaroid pun nak ! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0Ok6_DSsI/AAAAAAAAFIA/D30pL5EFYRI/s1600-h/DSC09696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250368768055659202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0Ok6_DSsI/AAAAAAAAFIA/D30pL5EFYRI/s320/DSC09696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the new menu. Go try the shellfish platter. It's a platter for 4 people and it's worht $60++ You may find it expensive, but it's worth eating for 4 people. Seriously, me and Fad had just a small portion of rice one prawn shared and half dory fish and bits of pieces here and there and we were damn freaking full !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0OlLEezxI/AAAAAAAAFII/Dv-zRxTLFsE/s1600-h/DSC09700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250368772373401362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0OlLEezxI/AAAAAAAAFII/Dv-zRxTLFsE/s320/DSC09700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay I swear I will hate being the runner for this as it's superb heavy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0Oli3CjxI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/IlVkvmPwV5A/s1600-h/DSC09697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250368778759474962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0Oli3CjxI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/IlVkvmPwV5A/s320/DSC09697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The polaroid pictures. When I showed this to mum, guess what she said.&lt;br /&gt;" You take pictures like this, Mimi never scold?"&lt;br /&gt;And i just replied " Mum,Mimi knows them. You don't worry, I won't let Mimi down"&lt;br /&gt;And Mum gave me a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could cleary recall she said me and Mimi are like, what larh the malay word , i forgot, but what it means is we can't be seperated. I told you, even mum agrees, where there's Mimi, there's Farrah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0OlrzMhTI/AAAAAAAAFIY/iOvdma82pBk/s1600-h/DSC09706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250368781159269682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0OlrzMhTI/AAAAAAAAFIY/iOvdma82pBk/s320/DSC09706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that is Maw. El owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0Ol1Y8NoI/AAAAAAAAFIg/0J-LBTii3Ys/s1600-h/DSC09685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250368783733503618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0Ol1Y8NoI/AAAAAAAAFIg/0J-LBTii3Ys/s320/DSC09685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We headed to Tanah Merah and met boyfriend and friends, and Faii of course. For the whole night I had with them, I was indeed happy. Faii, remember, a girl who loves you, respect your existance wherever you are, in front of you or at the back. Most importantly, respect, trust &amp;amp; communication will lead a long way for your relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course what's a day without his face ! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369365015720642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0PHq1a8sI/AAAAAAAAFJI/Fv7ucv3CGw0/s320/DSC09720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Anyway, I was browsing through the net when I read this article. Guess what, smoke all you want because there's no much difference of smoking and you using your cell phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The potential link between mobile telephones and brain cancer could be similar to the link between lung cancer and smoking --"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-8048598006603360650?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/8048598006603360650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=8048598006603360650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/8048598006603360650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/8048598006603360650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-this-is-what-i-vowed-im-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SN0QGh0qgVI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/w-4ceoONO7k/s72-c/!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-4510430205150378360</id><published>2008-09-23T00:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:15:57.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Sold Items Have Been Removed To Avoid Confusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YO BABIES, TO ADD SOME SPACE TO MY WADROBE, I'VE DECIDED TO SELL SOME AWAY (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THESE ARE EITHER BRAND NEW OR WORN ONCE, BUT IN ANY OTHER WAY, THERE ARE NO/SLIGHT DAMAGES ON THESE SELLING ITEMS. INTERESTED, PLEASE EMAIL ME AT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:FARRAHROCHER-@HOTMAIL.COM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FARRAHROCHER-@HOTMAIL.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;POSTAGE IS AT $1 CHARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't really have to mention about the blacklist blablabla and drag this whole thing because blogshoppers, you know the rules baby. If only you're interested, do let me know if you need more detailed measurements. Transfer of cash through DBS/POSB bank okay baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8BjtUE2I/AAAAAAAAFGc/blymulFpOv8/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249081731907326818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8BjtUE2I/AAAAAAAAFGc/blymulFpOv8/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Original Quick Silver Cap.&lt;br /&gt;Worn it like only a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Retail : $39.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go for $15. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8By9621I/AAAAAAAAFGk/WthX0k_6nvU/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8By9621I/AAAAAAAAFGk/WthX0k_6nvU/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249081736003509074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8By9621I/AAAAAAAAFGk/WthX0k_6nvU/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; WinterWorld Grey Hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;Tag Size S .&lt;br /&gt;It's not dusty or whatever you know, it's the design.&lt;br /&gt;Retail : $75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go for : $30 (negotiable)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8BwTzbxI/AAAAAAAAFGs/y-evgA3Gg-8/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249081735289990930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8BwTzbxI/AAAAAAAAFGs/y-evgA3Gg-8/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Skinny Jeans In Brown Beige.&lt;br /&gt;Size M. Letting go for : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8CWh7nvI/AAAAAAAAFG0/kSx7GyAW3kI/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249081745549795058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8CWh7nvI/AAAAAAAAFG0/kSx7GyAW3kI/s320/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Tiny Checkers Bemudas .&lt;br /&gt;Size 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go for $12&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8CqK1KPI/AAAAAAAAFG8/SNI-as9tfKo/s1600-h/122.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249081750821611762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8CqK1KPI/AAAAAAAAFG8/SNI-as9tfKo/s320/122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Checkers Bemudas. Size 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go for $12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248881188664571058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNfFoZ6U9LI/AAAAAAAAFGM/gWL0yyFf6Qg/s320/skirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfitter Girls Skirt. In Ora&lt;br /&gt;ngeee (:&lt;br /&gt;Waist length (Flat) : 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go for $15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248881191371112130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNfFoj_nfsI/AAAAAAAAFGU/n5NWK_ptOsI/s320/shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Black Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;My momma is angry with me for wearing this shorts&lt;br /&gt;Worn it once. Letting go for&lt;br /&gt;Size L. Waist :16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNfDRVM2ZmI/AAAAAAAAFFM/mh0rn0MjCjs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248878593239836258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNfDRVM2ZmI/AAAAAAAAFFM/mh0rn0MjCjs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Hot Pink Topshop Longsleeve Top.&lt;br /&gt;Size 10.&lt;br /&gt;There's the button design at the shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Letting go for :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$12.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNfDRXWftqI/AAAAAAAAFFU/KtUPyeYRDCY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248878593817163426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNfDRXWftqI/AAAAAAAAFFU/KtUPyeYRDCY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Off Shoulder Black Dress.&lt;br /&gt;M(phosis Inspired.&lt;br /&gt;Fits Size 8-12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Letting go for $ 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNfDRkoTP_I/AAAAAAAAFFc/SxzZ7En2gD8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248878597381505010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNfDRkoTP_I/AAAAAAAAFFc/SxzZ7En2gD8/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Black Rope Dress. It has a rope design at the top.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain. Go figure it by clicking at the photo.&lt;br /&gt;It suits well with this Diva Seashell Necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, no rusts, no scratches, I worn it ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress , letting go for $12.&lt;br /&gt;Necklace letting go for $9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy both for $20 :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRESS SOLD !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Interested buyers, email me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-4510430205150378360?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/4510430205150378360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=4510430205150378360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/4510430205150378360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/4510430205150378360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/those-sold-items-have-been-removed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNh8BjtUE2I/AAAAAAAAFGc/blymulFpOv8/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-5230739690595423692</id><published>2008-09-22T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:44:04.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNcUCpSP9yI/AAAAAAAAFE8/p5TbknUu81M/s1600-h/baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248685926398293794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNcUCpSP9yI/AAAAAAAAFE8/p5TbknUu81M/s320/baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Babygirls, seriously thanks for the support ! I have a short and a skirt left for sale. Seriously thanks for the support, sorry but i don't go for bidding because I malas . It's first come first serve basis baby. Anyway, I'll update more tonight , before midnight. I have a long day today. I missed blogging . Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Happy Birthday Nurul Alba.&lt;br /&gt;Syamimi Mariyani, stay tuned a long post will appear for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-5230739690595423692?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/5230739690595423692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=5230739690595423692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5230739690595423692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5230739690595423692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/babygirls-seriously-thanks-for-support.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNcUCpSP9yI/AAAAAAAAFE8/p5TbknUu81M/s72-c/baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-6999998394722791138</id><published>2008-09-22T00:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:40:56.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YO BABIES, TO ADD SOME SPACE TO MY WADROBE, I'VE DECIDED TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELL SOME AWAY (: THESE ARE EITHER BRAND NEW OR WORN ONCE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IN ANY OTHER WAY, THERE ARE NO/SLIGHT DAMAGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THESE SELLING ITEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERESTED, PLEASE EMAIL ME AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:FARRAHROCHER-@HOTMAIL.COM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FARRAHROCHER-@HOTMAIL.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTAGE IS AT $1 CHARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't really have to mention about the blacklist blablabla and drag this whole thing because blogshoppers, you know the rules baby. If only you're interested, do let me know if you need more detailed measurements. Transfer of cash through DBS/POSB bank okay baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248520409204959602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ9gRsMqXI/AAAAAAAAFEM/4N25L2CvUPU/s320/tube+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Tube Dress.&lt;br /&gt;Free Size.&lt;br /&gt;Worn it like once.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go for $14 . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLDD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ-UI2XAVI/AAAAAAAAFE0/10LRJbQCBgk/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248521300184858962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="345" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ-UI2XAVI/AAAAAAAAFE0/10LRJbQCBgk/s320/red.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I Love Surfer Boys Slogan Tee In Red.&lt;br /&gt;Free Size. Similar Size as those like Little Miss Tshirts&lt;br /&gt;Letting go for $10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ-DoruVLI/AAAAAAAAFEk/1iOTImEiuBA/s1600-h/skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248521016672408754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="372" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ-DoruVLI/AAAAAAAAFEk/1iOTImEiuBA/s320/skirt.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Outfitter Girls Skirt.&lt;br /&gt;In Orangeee (:&lt;br /&gt;Waist length (Flat) : 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ9gj52N0I/AAAAAAAAFEU/yQxWHFA0Ve8/s1600-h/tubedress.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248520414094047042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ9gj52N0I/AAAAAAAAFEU/yQxWHFA0Ve8/s320/tubedress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ9gyFmEDI/AAAAAAAAFEc/7hx4ZKv4_Bk/s1600-h/green+dreess.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248520417901416498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ9gyFmEDI/AAAAAAAAFEc/7hx4ZKv4_Bk/s320/green+dreess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Catwalkclose post up the wrong pic i guess,&lt;br /&gt;It's a tube dress but it's a halter-neck tube dress.&lt;br /&gt;I've never worn this before, I don't know why. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Stil brand new, still smells new you know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8reWmXZI/AAAAAAAAFDc/AywnycJa0S0/s1600-h/bluedress.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248519502070963602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8reWmXZI/AAAAAAAAFDc/AywnycJa0S0/s320/bluedress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topshop Electric Blue Tube Dress.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8rncfGlI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Pw-EfQWY4uk/s1600-h/shorts.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248519504511572562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8rncfGlI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Pw-EfQWY4uk/s320/shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Black Mini Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;My momma is angry with me for wearing this shorts&lt;br /&gt;Worn it once.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go for&lt;br /&gt;Size L. Waist :16&lt;br /&gt;$12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8r45ZFbI/AAAAAAAAFDs/qm-6HAIfCtk/s1600-h/greendress.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248519509196215730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8r45ZFbI/AAAAAAAAFDs/qm-6HAIfCtk/s320/greendress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Green Dress, I bought it from the flea market.&lt;br /&gt;Lost the link for the blog that sold this. So here's your credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;$12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8r5OgTOI/AAAAAAAAFD0/AuGfXwAx7PI/s1600-h/brown+vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248519509284768994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8r5OgTOI/AAAAAAAAFD0/AuGfXwAx7PI/s320/brown+vintage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Brown Vintage Dress.&lt;br /&gt;Bought it at the Metro Sale.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go for $12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8sKS_hoI/AAAAAAAAFD8/T9dWJJsNhIk/s1600-h/mngjeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248519513866995330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ8sKS_hoI/AAAAAAAAFD8/T9dWJJsNhIk/s320/mngjeans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS ONE LIKE HELL&lt;br /&gt;Because the denim is very very nice.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't fit me anymore,sadly.&lt;br /&gt;Still in superb condition.&lt;br /&gt;Waist : 16.5&lt;br /&gt;MNG : 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Letting go for : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;$15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-6999998394722791138?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/6999998394722791138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=6999998394722791138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6999998394722791138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6999998394722791138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-babies-to-add-some-space-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNZ9gRsMqXI/AAAAAAAAFEM/4N25L2CvUPU/s72-c/tube+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-2770566556556365038</id><published>2008-09-18T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:48:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNEz_L9d9XI/AAAAAAAAFC0/KlpYUPs4fUQ/s1600-h/dyla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247032201498719602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNEz_L9d9XI/AAAAAAAAFC0/KlpYUPs4fUQ/s400/dyla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I may not know her very well. For what I know, she was my junior and during those years, we were pretty close, actually quite close, or maybe super close. But things change after some time when there was misunderstandings, but whatever it is, this girl have grown up to be one beautiful lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i past through your blog, let me just wish you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Dylaa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the best yar baby for your exams and your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNEzYbngSYI/AAAAAAAAFCc/T7ST9QBM_UY/s1600-h/DSC09441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247031535686666626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNEzYbngSYI/AAAAAAAAFCc/T7ST9QBM_UY/s400/DSC09441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OKAY PEOPLE. MY HAIR IS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JET BLACK. HITAM NAK MAMPOS. ARGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Invade Geylang just now. (again and again and again, sampai aku da tau mana kedai mana mana nak carik makan power ) sumpah. aiyo. Will update when all the pics are up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNEzYmnqEvI/AAAAAAAAFCk/hW5YjaHsOqY/s1600-h/DSC09449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247031538640098034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNEzYmnqEvI/AAAAAAAAFCk/hW5YjaHsOqY/s400/DSC09449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNEzYj_7QlI/AAAAAAAAFCs/-U01ktGd-NE/s1600-h/DSC09450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247031537936581202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNEzYj_7QlI/AAAAAAAAFCs/-U01ktGd-NE/s400/DSC09450.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/8820907003191505914-2770566556556365038?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/2770566556556365038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=2770566556556365038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/2770566556556365038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/2770566556556365038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-may-not-know-her-very-well.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SNEz_L9d9XI/AAAAAAAAFC0/KlpYUPs4fUQ/s72-c/dyla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-3196750854545195091</id><published>2008-09-16T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:31:22.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu mcm touching. Post pun nak touching2 sikit larh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_30wPZpI/AAAAAAAAFBU/dsm9zOacSTg/s1600-h/DSC09384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246623056684607122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_30wPZpI/AAAAAAAAFBU/dsm9zOacSTg/s320/DSC09384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This boy, captured my heart on 060708. Redundant information, i know. But still, I can't stop thinking about it leh. He have been the one who have been putting a smile on my face, non-stop laughter and loads of fun moments. Despite these days, the relationship was kinda shaky. Everything seems smooth now. Plus, I don't really know how to tell him how I really feel when we're arguing. Totally. I really can't describe how I can actually fall for this guy. I could clearly recalled when we were just tugging on the phone for 4 days, imagine that people, I was schooling , hello ! I was on the phone with him for 4 nights till 5a.m everyday, until we met. And when we met, he did not really got my attention even though he is hell yeah good looking until he smile. Mak oi, boleh pengsan siol. Hah. Baby, you know that I've always been loving you ever since the day we met and always adore you ever since we know each other. I love this beautiful relationship that is always full of joy and laughter. You made me felt beautiful everytime I'm with you, you made me feel special . Just so you know I've always feel that " Yeah baby , She's The One " Call me shameless, I swear I have eyes to see. Call me blind if I can't tell that you love me . I don't really care what people say, because I know you're the one, and I'll make sure our mum's prayers come true. Insyallah.  B thanks for the unexpected suprise. Thanks b for the watch. Thank you so much.. I love you b.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the king of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang kau banyak-banyak larhhhhhhh comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_4M2s0vI/AAAAAAAAFBk/ay3gydlCSAo/s1600-h/faizal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246623063154152178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_4M2s0vI/AAAAAAAAFBk/ay3gydlCSAo/s320/faizal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faiii Falls Down. I know this boy handsome. Yar i got irritated too when girls keep asking for his number. But he just recently got attached and I hope he is very contented and happy being with the new one. For this boy, 5 years with him and for sure another 3 years together, I've seen it all. The tears , the laugther, I knew that this boy is one sincere friend. Even though at most times, I can't really rely on him to meet me up when something's not wrong, but in any other case, he's just a call away. Just a call away. He listens to my everyday stories and my everyday complaints. He knows me best, and there's only one BFF that own my heart. Yeah , this idiot. And I have always adore the way his family treat me.. part of them. Seriously, his sister younger brother and elder brother have always been treating me like I'm part of them, their own blood. And I will never forget everytime he says this " Farrah kalau aku ada perempuan pon, takda orang leh pisah kan aku ngn kau " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel the same way too boy. I love you bitch. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_4O4SEbI/AAAAAAAAFBs/g1SXVBQfRyg/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246623063697658290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_4O4SEbI/AAAAAAAAFBs/g1SXVBQfRyg/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister . Sister . Sister. She's been through all shits with me yo. Sumpah. The only thing well enough I could recall her was when, everybody else flew away, she's the one coming back, I knew that she'll be the one. I won't forget those secondary school days, her daddy come fetch me and sent me to school. I won't forget that when Daddy passed away,she was the first friend to come up to me to give me unstoppable calls, get in contact with Wanie and Ul who was in KL... and was the first one to give me a big hug and tell me that everything's gonna be alryte. Mimi, you know, I think God forget to give me a sister, but I still thank him because I found you. It will be days you'll turn 19. I'll fetched you from school and we go break fast together. I'll bring you out again end of the month when my pay comes in. I'm sorry if i haven't really been paying my attention to you. But you know above all the girls, I still love you the best. I see you soon baby. I miss you so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_4RapHEI/AAAAAAAAFB0/zUdWIPlEZu0/s1600-h/1_259023388l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246623064378645570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_4RapHEI/AAAAAAAAFB0/zUdWIPlEZu0/s320/1_259023388l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Issy baby. To think how weird this friendship starts, and how strong it became, it tickled me sometimes. We met like early this year, but our friendship blooms like walaowei. I swear, she's always the one I searched for when I'm so weak, so lacked of confidence, because no matter where she is, she's always there for me. But nowadays, things are not like the old. I understand you're busy now. It's okay. I really hope to see you soon dearest. I used to tell you how important you are to me, how important this friendship means to me and it still is and will always be. You know there's always a star coming out from you. Your smiles your laughter, your sweet little giggles and also your face whenever you get angry it's just so irresistable. When are we going to get new shoes again baby? I'm waiting . hehe. I Love you Isfarah, just hoping you're happy because I want that smile to stick on you baby. I missed you so much siak. I swear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246623060067704034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_4BW1XOI/AAAAAAAAFBc/Yd0iEFFaAqc/s320/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Babygirls, for those days I've skipped sleepovers I'm sorry, but the day out with you guys was amazing. I truly cherish every moment spent with you. Lynn, for whom you know you're the best girl around and thank you for bringing me to these gorgeous girls. Bring up the power babies, let's hit down the road with non-stop laughters and camwhoring. -.- haha. Seriously girls, I'm sorry for everything. Yer aku tau belom raya. aku pun nak ckp sorry. pasal Afah 21 tahun ckp sorry beh aku? hahaha. Babygirls, I love you all. I love you all so much. We'll meet again, I promised. No more paitaos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246623693674161714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM_Ac5uYpjI/AAAAAAAAFB8/MWS6waebeXQ/s320/1_545770574l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A.S.B , no words can describe you guys siak. You guys rock . Sumpah tak bedek. Sayang korang. Thank you so much for being there , seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-3196750854545195091?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/3196750854545195091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=3196750854545195091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/3196750854545195091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/3196750854545195091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/lagu-mcm-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM-_30wPZpI/AAAAAAAAFBU/dsm9zOacSTg/s72-c/DSC09384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-4484711664378432802</id><published>2008-09-15T22:53:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:10:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*more videos and photos will be up before 5a.m :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the sake of some :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jT8QrdAHkhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jT8QrdAHkhM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh siol bros, MIMI YANG EDIT BUKAN AKU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6YRMVRGkI/AAAAAAAAFBM/JSgLWG1qaa0/s1600-h/fieemuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246298037068831298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6YRMVRGkI/AAAAAAAAFBM/JSgLWG1qaa0/s320/fieemuuu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Favourite Photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just so you know the pictures you've seen me wearing the headband reminds me of jazaul bariyah. hahaha. seriously i bought that , thanks to her, like when we were what, secondary 1? hahahahhaha. and now im about to change my hair, so let's have last few moments with that hairband. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6RZXXupAI/AAAAAAAAFAs/RoRh_NO1mJY/s1600-h/fish_co.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246290480889504770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6RZXXupAI/AAAAAAAAFAs/RoRh_NO1mJY/s320/fish_co.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really recall whatever happened for the week. For what I know, I've hang halfway about the job over at Fish &amp;amp; Co. You know the service is superb high class that I felt it was rather annoying . Yeah I do mean it well, that the guy who trained me was kind of cute, and was actually hawt, but his personality pissed me off, and dragged me to work, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I've been under the F&amp;amp;B line for a year already. I have my own ways on how to handle my customers and all sorts like that. It just comes like that, and I believed it's in my own blood whenever we talked to people. I have my own ways, and for the past months working in Swensens, I never once had a complaint, I don't believe working 3 days , will result in a letter of complaint to the management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, on how much you trained me, once a while, I do feel like I've been taught well but when you forced me to smoothen my sentences and talked naturally, when I just can't do it to you just not because you're a guy , it's just that you're not a customer, and i don't act well, i'm sorry. and when i can't do it, i just can't. so stop being the annoying bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246290217191650754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6RKBBQtcI/AAAAAAAAFAk/_7GF018Ix7s/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar, so right after work on Wed, Baby fetched me over at Tampines Interchange and we went over to find anything nice to buy as I was breaking fast over at his place. But nothing much there ey? So we chalo to Chompang got those kueh muehs, no no, bukan nak curik hati bakal mummmy cuma my mum always have this habit to scold me whenever I don't follow like her. I tell you, my mum has the biggest heart, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break fast at his place, and I tell you, I am so geram with his small little brother who's name is Jack given by his annoying elder brother, haha. He's damn noisy but very entertaining, and he's alamak so cute. I was very touched when b actually held him tight hugged him tightly and promise him he wanted to buy him a crane and b kisses him like all over. I was like smiling, tak tak jealous, cuma , touch larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then cross over to what happened just now when I went over to Pasir Ris to take my pants. I was talking to b about piercings, and I remembered having my tongue pierced and it's less than a week I removed because I can't eat much and it hurts so badly. Hah. So i told this lil boy :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : dik, i nak tindik lidah.&lt;br /&gt;A : Hah? Hah?&lt;br /&gt;Me : kakak nak anuh lidah nak masok kan lidi dlm lidah(at that point of time i forgot wat is needle in malay?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He shakes his head vigorously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : Asal takleh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A : Nanti adik hilang kakak mcmner?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I wanted to hug him but he ran away, and then I told him I won't do it then I go over to him, with his sad sad (sometimes mcm fake) face i kissed him all over until he get annoyed. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay side track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6RJxnBrhI/AAAAAAAAFAc/cn7LTLo32hY/s1600-h/1_645923366l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246290213055082002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6RJxnBrhI/AAAAAAAAFAc/cn7LTLo32hY/s320/1_645923366l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't know how gila me and baby went on Thursday cracking our head over Fifie's Birthday . Serious ! hahaa. but it was all settled ey b.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246298028174331154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6YQrMpzRI/AAAAAAAAFA0/nKlhfMHTZ4I/s320/SL381480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Card :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246298033161842530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6YQ9xxL2I/AAAAAAAAFA8/i6nmATt5NAY/s320/SL381486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246298037521173346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6YROBHS2I/AAAAAAAAFBE/qoj9A0lZL-0/s320/SL381489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was bang yaw! Sumpah. I love Friday . Friday loves me. Fifie had his advanced birthday celebration at Cash Studio with the Arh Siol Bros + Me :D First bf keep complaining when i carry the cake he keep scolding me not to bang here and there when it was just a slight bang seh . hahaha. and when we reachedd.. i was annoyed when they were late, but felt guilty later, when fifie came, it was only then I realised his knee was badly bruised. I was scared that charges change after 6p.m tu pasal larh... So repeatedly, I apologise and then we went down and start the whole session. Of course, all of us were fasting even despite we started karaoke at 5p.m . Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think Cash Studio's service is awesome to those who worked that day. They were nice people , seriously. Firstly all like shy and something bad happened inside the room between me and Mimi , all thanks to my bloody mouth, and then I was like majok already, and I went out called Fai and shed some tears majok mmg carik fai. hehe. Then I went back inside and it was a little mundane arh, like when i don't talk the room like so quiet like that, then after that it was time to break fast, i was rushing to help the kakaks to get the drinks because there were only two malay kakaks on duty and then they also have to break fast. Spike came to help me out, then I couldn't forget the sister asked me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : Nak kurkur tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : Kurkur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F : *Looking at spike with his blurcock face* apa tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : Kurma !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F : HAHAHAH! Ohh, taknak taknak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JVnIqBnI/AAAAAAAAE_0/ryuiWfQ0dY4/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281620308756082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JVnIqBnI/AAAAAAAAE_0/ryuiWfQ0dY4/s320/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JVjcfacI/AAAAAAAAE_8/XsUm6Xy6DZQ/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281619318204866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JVjcfacI/AAAAAAAAE_8/XsUm6Xy6DZQ/s320/page3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JVz_u7PI/AAAAAAAAFAE/4iPflsMfEQM/s1600-h/page6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281623760989426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JVz_u7PI/AAAAAAAAFAE/4iPflsMfEQM/s320/page6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JWEGvznI/AAAAAAAAFAM/7vj98p6Z6fo/s1600-h/page7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281628085374578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JWEGvznI/AAAAAAAAFAM/7vj98p6Z6fo/s320/page7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JWhc1DiI/AAAAAAAAFAU/4sH17UHSF74/s1600-h/page8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281635962621474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JWhc1DiI/AAAAAAAAFAU/4sH17UHSF74/s320/page8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JEs4f3OI/AAAAAAAAE_M/qFk1dgxEwpg/s1600-h/1_764351532l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281329793817826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JEs4f3OI/AAAAAAAAE_M/qFk1dgxEwpg/s320/1_764351532l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JFIT-I3I/AAAAAAAAE_U/TT2LwBdDw2A/s1600-h/1_838411483l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281337156805490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JFIT-I3I/AAAAAAAAE_U/TT2LwBdDw2A/s320/1_838411483l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JFPJNJJI/AAAAAAAAE_c/Pwn7kR-Hq9w/s1600-h/1_883348409l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281338990699666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JFPJNJJI/AAAAAAAAE_c/Pwn7kR-Hq9w/s320/1_883348409l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute per kurma jadi kurkur. Lol then Baby brought Fifie over upstairs to smoke, while we were busy preparing the cake while that bulan was seriously singing over and over again with the Taufiq Batisah songs. -.- then when he came, we suprised him and alamak member muka senyum ajer ey gang.. then it was my idea to purposely bought him candles, the magic candles arh, where he blowed many2 times but the flame won't go off. So we bullied him like so many2 times, the videos will be up. And soon the cash studio was really smoky already and then I had no idea how to put the flames off. So baby put everything in the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JFY6fXEI/AAAAAAAAE_k/SGohf5hhjsQ/s1600-h/1_962414202l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281341613333570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JFY6fXEI/AAAAAAAAE_k/SGohf5hhjsQ/s320/1_962414202l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JFhJK3kI/AAAAAAAAE_s/rwtwSVZNjfE/s1600-h/1_896806618l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246281343822388802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6JFhJK3kI/AAAAAAAAE_s/rwtwSVZNjfE/s320/1_896806618l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and baby had the whole afternoon with his birthday card. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246280909936319058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6IsQyq2lI/AAAAAAAAE-8/vgBIB8MiO0U/s320/1_251176613l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6IshbajhI/AAAAAAAAE_E/ntwJGHHs41A/s1600-h/1_711099497l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246280914402184722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6IshbajhI/AAAAAAAAE_E/ntwJGHHs41A/s320/1_711099497l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246280906692797826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6IsEtWpYI/AAAAAAAAE-0/vaR8z4AIH40/s320/1_235841054l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246280902575763442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6Ir1Xxr_I/AAAAAAAAE-s/n1Xpr_hyUsA/s320/1_401031916l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246280896879714498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6IrgJu4MI/AAAAAAAAE-k/dWdPFRz1c60/s320/1_258015945l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The karaoke session was sumpah a blast, I love it i love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;MUST SEE MUST SEE MUST SEE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jT8QrdAHkhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jT8QrdAHkhM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we had our proper dinner over at Far East and ended up the day with an hour of pool session and chilling + shuffling !* TAK ABES2!!!* hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously ey br0,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIFIE ARH SIOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To You. May all your wishes come true and may Allah bless you fie.&lt;br /&gt;I Love you. Mimi Love you. Arh Siol Love you. You Love us. We love . I hope you realy did enjoy the mini celebration ey bro. Seriously. I really had a good time seh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5_u18OM0I/AAAAAAAAE-c/LVnAAJ2QLtA/s1600-h/fifiefarrah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246271058663584578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5_u18OM0I/AAAAAAAAE-c/LVnAAJ2QLtA/s320/fifiefarrah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246269860117584114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-pFAlmPI/AAAAAAAAE9M/VurfXeJcH28/s320/Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my day out with the seven sexes baby! Early afternoon I was kind of slacked already, and I had my period cram at 2p.m, and I had to break fast already, since the bloody red river came when I’m already half way fasting, but that doesn’t matter at least my temptation to eat the biscuits I’ve done was over. Heh. So I was in deep pain as last month there wasn’t any pain. If only I had drink teh katai the day before, I should have no problem. Saturday, due to the barbeque I dragged tins and tins of coca cola. Fats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was sure that I won’t be late, everybody agreed to meet at 6p.m at Marina Square food loft, but guess where I was at that time, at the bus stop waiting for the bus to Tampines Interchange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I foresee a few more late comers too. And i doubt that they will reached at 6p.m&lt;br /&gt;I told you i was right. I saw my boys, and had not pay attention much to them due to the excitement being with the girls. Sorry boys. I love you all. Then we break fast with me saying out the prayers even though I wasn’t the one fasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had loads of camwhoring session and we go peng Geylang. Seriously, already nothing much there. The only other time I’ll go there , if baby wants to buy his stuffs and also my other accessories. My costumes are all completed, collected and done :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it was such an enjoyable day for me and the girls, and I was very very happy being with them, even though half of my heart &amp;amp; mind were still thinking about bf, fifie, beberd. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, thanks so much for the beautiful day spent. May we have more of this kind of thing once again okay baby. And oh yar, afah, you don’t mcm cb with me. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-Ybog4gI/AAAAAAAAE88/dgWS8KOgpn4/s320/private_1_28ba626890c374fdd9cc8b5595e9e71cefd9aec61740588c23ffa94645d1bf6dl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-GFax-2I/AAAAAAAAE70/NyagLjvLEkk/s1600-h/1_626402246l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246269258932026210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-GFax-2I/AAAAAAAAE70/NyagLjvLEkk/s320/1_626402246l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-GdrqDzI/AAAAAAAAE78/JLcFDVYWtxQ/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246269265445261106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-GdrqDzI/AAAAAAAAE78/JLcFDVYWtxQ/s320/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-GRRioFI/AAAAAAAAE8E/Gf4nXKSZ00s/s1600-h/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246269262114496594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-GRRioFI/AAAAAAAAE8E/Gf4nXKSZ00s/s320/jj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-Gtjt6sI/AAAAAAAAE8M/SawWlyH1fPg/s1600-h/private_1_1fd2f00fee740c0f03e332aca81ca79d37017be79def879d273ffb8ece373defl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246269269706926786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-Gtjt6sI/AAAAAAAAE8M/SawWlyH1fPg/s320/private_1_1fd2f00fee740c0f03e332aca81ca79d37017be79def879d273ffb8ece373defl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-GjYqeHI/AAAAAAAAE8U/ebDRIlAIooE/s1600-h/private_1_2a0a371f55045c9ed49569da1452a3bc4b757c7b2b31df37e58c100112f10b4al.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246269266976209010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM5-GjYqeHI/AAAAAAAAE8U/ebDRIlAIooE/s320/private_1_2a0a371f55045c9ed49569da1452a3bc4b757c7b2b31df37e58c100112f10b4al.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night, me and b had a big time quarrel which almost end up with a _ _ _ _ _ up, but you know I swear I know he loves me . I love him. It’s just that boyfriend is one hell yeah naughty guy, with all sorts of problems sometimes, me, on the other hand, has this bloody bloody rude mouth which hurts him alot. Moreover, both are very the stubborn , but I know he changed a lot. Yeah baby. Tomorrow puasa okay :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Currently, I’m already having some control circling myself. And mum is loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-4484711664378432802?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/4484711664378432802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=4484711664378432802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/4484711664378432802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/4484711664378432802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-videos-and-photos-will-be-up.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM6YRMVRGkI/AAAAAAAAFBM/JSgLWG1qaa0/s72-c/fieemuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-8268069858305304454</id><published>2008-09-15T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:52:08.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM33_DFiL6I/AAAAAAAAE4M/I1USwCjA-24/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246121803488833442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM33_DFiL6I/AAAAAAAAE4M/I1USwCjA-24/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll blog when all the pictures are up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happen this week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will update soooon ! Stay tuned babies.&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/8820907003191505914-8268069858305304454?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/8268069858305304454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=8268069858305304454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/8268069858305304454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/8268069858305304454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-blog-when-all-pictures-are-up.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SM33_DFiL6I/AAAAAAAAE4M/I1USwCjA-24/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-1459591212825162124</id><published>2008-09-08T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:43:04.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:426px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=122192617&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=122192617"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=122192617&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=122192617"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link3.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear, you seriously won't know how much this friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;means to me. I missed you so much girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do. For all those times we had,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for all those tears and smiles we shared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're just different. not the old you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear girl, maybe i've lost you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take care babe. Imy so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-1459591212825162124?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/1459591212825162124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=1459591212825162124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1459591212825162124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1459591212825162124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-seriously-wont-know-how-much-this.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-3371976438078954815</id><published>2008-09-06T02:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:15:13.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242927954871223522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMl0QhOI/AAAAAAAAE2s/b5gucQzdnro/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Webcam freaks -.-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMFVtojI/AAAAAAAAE2U/6yFvQv_4ktY/s1600-h/IMG0135A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242927946153173554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMFVtojI/AAAAAAAAE2U/6yFvQv_4ktY/s320/IMG0135A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So let's re-cap back from , erm, let's see, Thursday? Yeah. Thursday was my first day at Sats, You know I didn't really like working because I'm working alone, i really mean it, alone. Alone, no not circling my friends, but solo. Alone with the chefs in the kitchen. Catering is fun, and learning is fun but i'm not really enjoying the holidays because I have to work every day from 8-5p.m and the worst part is, it's only one person. But for the pros and cons, i sent meals to ceo's of so many companies and it's driving me nuts. It's such a mundane job i supposed. Whatever it is, let's see how. I might not wanna go. But i still have to take my $40 first. Argh. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So that evening, I have already promised Fai's family that i'll be breaking my fast together with them, and so i called the brothers, to check out where were they right after I ended work. We already planned to take the same bus after they left Airport. Then, Fad called me and told that Fai was stuck at the airportt . Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not enough cash for bus and the brother and his friend already board the bus. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So i had to travel to Terminal 2 to fetch this dummy. Back to his home, I was loved by the other siblings and was very touched on their love towards me. So manjer. I missed them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And we break fast with the mum and the dad, and the cousins of Fai's who were stewardess working in Singapore, but they are Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMeJ3nrI/AAAAAAAAE2c/FKJKJTez6Xg/s1600-h/IMG0142A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242927952814382770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMeJ3nrI/AAAAAAAAE2c/FKJKJTez6Xg/s320/IMG0142A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Farhana. 13 year old. Fai's younger sister. She has this very loving character and her hair is very very messy ! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMsUKDcI/AAAAAAAAE2k/1ZPROslGf6Q/s1600-h/fariz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242927956615630274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMsUKDcI/AAAAAAAAE2k/1ZPROslGf6Q/s320/fariz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Fariz. Alamak this boy, will grow up definitely ten times better looking thn his both brothers. He have the Fai's looks but more handsome. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242603270844491890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMF35fj8qHI/AAAAAAAAE2M/eyQgBC5gmoU/s320/IMG0145A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*omg right now i smell of BBQ chicken and and i'm feeling super cold. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;But let's just end this and off to the shower. Yesterday was superb. Seriously. Yesterday was Arh Siol day :D Even though me and Arh Siol aren't really that superb close, particularly the rest except for Fie and Berd, i was more than excited to meet the rest. Straight from work, I went over to Geylang, and the guys were all late. Nifa was there. Lucky someone to teman me, or else i'll be the only girl. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We were late, thus no seating place. We bought food and headed to the block somewhere in Haig Road and had our tiny dinner. After which we walked towards the Kampung Melayu to fill up a few more spaces in the tummy. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Boyfriend was there, and thus, again a hard time. Haha. But nevertheless, the day was splendid wasn't it? With the Arh Siol around, I just feel so good. So happy. So ecstatic ! Aishhh ~ I met myd arling Afah, and of course, I was even more happy to see her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242945874524277202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKvfpueidI/AAAAAAAAE3U/z69bGGKg1nI/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABYY ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242945880462355634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKvf_2ObLI/AAAAAAAAE3c/2qa_0iZ0M0s/s320/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242945886867779746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKvgXtZcKI/AAAAAAAAE3k/E9yBwsero9o/s320/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifie Arh Siol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242946125235262770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKvuPsolTI/AAAAAAAAE30/3v0U8Byb6pk/s320/ziela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ziela baby and farah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242946121899487442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKvuDRUsNI/AAAAAAAAE3s/MJ9UvAOJUpQ/s320/farrahs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sayang korang !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Seven sex, i'll make it on Sunday. I promise. I won't paitao again okay sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMxsrb9I/AAAAAAAAE20/i_tZYJL8eJ8/s1600-h/IMG0157A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242927958060658642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMxsrb9I/AAAAAAAAE20/i_tZYJL8eJ8/s320/IMG0157A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242937251117981266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKnptCM3lI/AAAAAAAAE3E/jjiTvHrDFlo/s320/IMG0155A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today it's our monthsary. Like previous month, it was nothing much. You know celebrating monthsaries won't make the anniversary any special. So it was just a normal day for us. Guess where we went? Work. Haha. Romeo called on us to work BBQ just now over at Aloha. The job is like fun you know. It's like big occasions but they want to eat BBQ food but don't wish to BBQ . So we help to BBQ. It was supposed to charged at $10/hour. Baik per?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf fetched me over, and we went to meet Romeo and Yus over at Pasir Ris and took a cab to Aloha Loyang. Hah. Merely got confused over Terrace 2 and Bungalow 2. It was a suprise to see a super big celebration for a baby of 1 year old. Omg. I never had that kind of big celebration. Tell me about it, catering services, balloon services. Omg. Amazing arh these chinese people, i mean they know whey they spent wisely on it. And we went the four of us, and the work begin. Food was alot ! Damn alot !! Superb alot. And when the BBQ starts, okay confident, tears keep welling out from my eyes, the smoke, my goodness ! And i was like what the hell, i couldn't take it anymore . But i keep it going on. Until 845p.m it was really heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain rain rain. Guess what, $50 on the spot. Happy siol. It was supposed to be only $30 you know. Ala rezeki. :D&lt;br /&gt;They went back my house, baby got himself changed and they went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the day was really funny with them bbq-ing and plus during the rain, so many jokes came out especially the M1 advertisment. I really can't stand laughing at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, $30 burnt to Mum. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because she bought for me the mascara, which i thought she will pay for it plus i took her foundation the day before. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby will get for me the M.A.C foundation kannn kan kan ? cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's end up by saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 2 MONTHS BABY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insyallah, may we last. I love you b. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242937261937680402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKnqVV0YBI/AAAAAAAAE3M/UcSS8A211yo/s320/Happy+2+Months+!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation we had on 050908. Honestly, I was super touched. Really am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ М∫мі λян Ș∫oζ ◊ ● ◊ says:&lt;br /&gt;baby, ilysm. dun wori hunni. selagy i maseh hidop, selagy tu u akan jadik baby gendut i dear. trust me dear, i won't go back to sasha &amp;amp; i won't go to otha gal baby. u're my one &amp;amp; onli dear. to me, u're the best gift frm god &amp;amp; u're the best gerl i ever met dear. jyeah its true hunni.&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ FαЯяλн ЯδϚнЗя ◊ ● ◊ says: Omg. Issint that like the swittest thing !&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ FαЯяλн ЯδϚнЗя ◊ ● ◊ says: (L)&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ М∫мі λян Ș∫oζ ◊ ● ◊ says: hehe.&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ М∫мі λян Ș∫oζ ◊ ● ◊ says: i won't let u go untill my laz breathe dear. i swear. walau mcm aner pn i wow saner i wow sini, cumer u sorg ajek dlm ati i syg.&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ FαЯяλн ЯδϚнЗя ◊ ● ◊ says: alalala&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ FαЯяλн ЯδϚнЗя ◊ ● ◊ says: i love you b, iknow that im not really good at words, but then you know,I really love you, and okay i really dont know wat to say seh, mcm nak nangis ada, mcm sedih ada, mcm happy ada , mcm tak terkata arh. Till my last breath, i will fight for our love.&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ М∫мі λян Ș∫oζ ◊ ● ◊ says: sudarlar! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ FαЯяλн ЯδϚнЗя ◊ ● ◊ says: NONO no sudarlar :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ М∫мі λян Ș∫oζ ◊ ● ◊ says: jyeah baby, together we'll fight 4 our love. i'll neva let u fall. (:&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ FαЯяλн ЯδϚнЗя ◊ ● ◊ says: Neither will i (:&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ FαЯяλн ЯδϚнЗя ◊ ● ◊ says: I love ya&lt;br /&gt;◊ ● ◊ М∫мі λян Ș∫oζ ◊ ● ◊ says: jyeah baby, ilyt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on a brighter note, i can't wait for my pay for my hair make over. oh so can't wait ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-3371976438078954815?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/3371976438078954815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=3371976438078954815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/3371976438078954815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/3371976438078954815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/webcam-freaks.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SMKfMl0QhOI/AAAAAAAAE2s/b5gucQzdnro/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-1725882785768518788</id><published>2008-09-04T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:46:12.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241835354810590242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL69e5aRpCI/AAAAAAAAE08/Ithpt9bbh48/s320/03092008(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s harder to get in contact with me these days. Thanks to baby’s phone, this is weird. As it depends on where I place my phone on the bed. If it’s on the left side, you won’t be able to get through me at all, but if it’s on the right side, then yar, I’m contactable. Dumb rite. Anyway today seems so pleasing day for me. After my break up with the ex boyfriend, mum wasn’t happy with the fact that I was contacting so many guys around, I wasn’t flirting. Just that I was contacting and mum got annoyed with the names of guys I’ve been mentioning. So when it came to Mimi, I was also kind of scared already to tell mum about him. Nothing much to worry because I never had a hard time talking to her about guys, but it was just that, I was scared Mum will think that this one will be another joke. So I left it some time for me to show Mum that there’s someone out there who’s in love with her own princess. It took nearly two months, when finally mum met him. I never mentioned once about Mimi to mum, but she did sneaked through my room to find baby’s photographs, and also getting to know him secretly, but failed. Hah, because one thing she can’t even get any access to my laptop. Of course, I was feeling kind of unfair as baby’s mum and family treated me so well, and I knew it was something back in return. Last week, mum keep asking about Mimi and that’s when we started our conversation about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly early in the morning while we were eating at like 4a.m , mum told me to break fast today at home, asking Mimi over. I tell you , I almost vomited back everything I ate, I actually got so shocked. And I was like , okay. I told Baby when I woke up at 10+ just now, and he was like shocked too. Suddenly Mum made a twist , she decided to have dinner over at Arnold’s. I was wondering why this woman wanted so much to go to the outlet located at City Plaza when there’s one over at Pasir Ris’s Pond. Despite the curiosity, I told boyfriend to meet at 5p.m over at City Plaza. This stubborn boy, I told before to meet over at my bus stop. Trusting that he’s right and he won’t be late by taking the MRT, I just keep telling him not to be late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over at Arnold’s we got the second badge thanks to the first family who reserve 20 seats in that pretty small outlet. So , we had to have our break fast outside , a light one. Baby came at 5.45p.m . Mum text him saying that she’s angry already but in fact she’s laughing. He came and everything went on so smooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to look for my kebaya this year, and eyeing on yellow, I jumped to brown when I saw one pretty kebaya. Boyfriend keep on agreeing with Mum, when I thought the brown made me looked older. So me and boyfriend made a twist to be the brown couple this year round. Of course, I was excited.  Then we bought our takoyaki, and had dinner under the block. Classic per !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL6-Hz00EkI/AAAAAAAAE1M/exNnhFlNBew/s1600-h/SL381459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241836057685922370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL6-Hz00EkI/AAAAAAAAE1M/exNnhFlNBew/s320/SL381459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The takoyaki and the drinks. Mum complained for the katira was basi. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241835338890424402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL69d-GnMFI/AAAAAAAAE0k/0FFmNLpw7q8/s320/03092008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Under the block . :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was more than happy because I know my mum very well. If she doesn’t like the guy, she’ll automatically get annoyed and then she’ll insist of going home fast. But then she kept quiet, instead she treated Mimi very well and I was more than happy for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Arnold, had our dinner, and then went off back to the bazaar. On the way there, a First Lady retail assistant went like “ eeeeeeeeeeeeee.handsomenyerrrrrrrr “ speaking to her friend when bf walked past. This gatal guy of course just smiled and walked off, and keep smiling .I had hell out of time taking care of Mimi.  He’s really trying his best. I tell you, when he keep saying “ WOW!” when a pretty girl walked past, I wasn’t annoyed neither was I frustrated but I was getting bored, like so lazy to entertain him. Haha. Seriously, me too can’t get enough of looking at the guys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he dares to admit I’m his elder sister. Fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241836062860293714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL6-IHGetlI/AAAAAAAAE1U/ud1Zx5fX6Tc/s320/03092008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum. Thanks Mum for the treat :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241836063909603810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL6-ILAp6eI/AAAAAAAAE1c/_J0pp7y68pc/s320/03092008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241836288406553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL6-VPU5hSI/AAAAAAAAE1k/xa5ElYxw90A/s320/03092008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;When I did this, Mum gave me the mcm paham face. Hahaha. B! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL69eadi6yI/AAAAAAAAE00/FNaeTfXrvEA/s1600-h/03092008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241835346502806306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL69eadi6yI/AAAAAAAAE00/FNaeTfXrvEA/s320/03092008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Them. I Love. I Love So Fucking Much. I Swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to the bazaar, which wasn’t so packed making it more peaceful. I didn’t know why but mum was annoyed as the lightings were not as fantastic as before. Guess what happened next? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby got his own baju kurong, when Mum insisted to buy it for him. And it’s the same colour as my kebaya ! *HAPPY :D * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was liked “ Waa. If your dad ada , I buy already “ Then to cheer her up, I said “ Ni your son!” Then she smiled and even after she reached home and after baby left, she was very happy when she saw baby tried on the baju kurong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me = even more happy.&lt;br /&gt;Baby = Couldn’t be more happy rite b?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our so many plastic bags, baby sent me home , put all the stuffs , and went off slacking , smoking Next Chill, so finally ey b. Such a happy day, such a happy family, such a happy life, such a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241835342610607122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL69eL9krBI/AAAAAAAAE0s/xXUnWmveXHY/s320/03092008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;My Happiness Lies Within You Mimi. I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mum Once Again. We Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-1725882785768518788?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/1725882785768518788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=1725882785768518788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1725882785768518788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1725882785768518788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-harder-to-get-in-contact-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL69e5aRpCI/AAAAAAAAE08/Ithpt9bbh48/s72-c/03092008(013).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-2884643426230109845</id><published>2008-09-03T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:47:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL4yIrOrUyI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/7I01uT8VjIo/s1600-h/pengsan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241682140930462498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL4yIrOrUyI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/7I01uT8VjIo/s320/pengsan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What ever shits you have to say about my boyfriend, I'll ask you.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;SO WHAT !?&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISN'T THIS , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LOVE STORY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY CHOICE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-2884643426230109845?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/2884643426230109845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=2884643426230109845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/2884643426230109845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/2884643426230109845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/even-if-my-own-boyfriend-is-mat-rep-or.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL4yIrOrUyI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/7I01uT8VjIo/s72-c/pengsan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-6475928941819741222</id><published>2008-09-02T20:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:13:44.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank you NSH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241413731912146866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL0-BNt6X7I/AAAAAAAAEzY/snmzsD73XGs/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me start it off, a day late. But it's okay. In this peaceful month , to all MUSLIMS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA YER !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all those who have been fasting for two days, keep it up baby. Ustaz ckp, no puasa no raya baby. Go Go Go !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so the day before fasting was already meant to be boyfriend's day wasn't it? I woke up that day, early in the morning making my move from Tampines all the way to Boon Lay to the graveyard. Since it was a Sunday afternoon, weather was just fine, the last day before Ramadhan, it was packed ! There was already a massive jam stuck along the road , actually the entrance i must say. It was superb packed but still you're unable to hear a single horn sound but just crumpled faces. We reached and say some prayers clean up the place, and went off. So my mum and I, who usually goes by cab once we have took an hour train ride to Boon Lay, we were also disappointed as there were no taxis ! Hah. But still determined enough, we walked out of that place. I tell you so damn far. And still no taxis? So we waited at the bus stop, and then realised we were taking the wrong bus, and still no taxis?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we alight and wait for a taxi. We were so contented when we FINALLY got one. When we got one, guess what happen, we got a senget taxi driver, who don't even know where's Jurong Point. At one junction, which he was supposed to turn left, he made a turn to the right ! Which then i got annoyed, and told the uncle he was going to wrong way. While on the right side , the word Jurong Point was clear enough to be seen. Pissed off, i got out of the cab, and was really angry. And my mum was eksyen angry. but not angry. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then wanted to find any drug store when I could buy my liquid eyeliner which was running out, which will result in the photos below, when i met boyfriend. It's better not to wear one, because it's like no diff. However got stucked at John Little. And bought new make ups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's worth the try, as i bought the eyeshadows pallete. And I used it early today, and i must say it's a little messy when trying to get the eyeshadow, but smoke it up at your eyes, and you're set to go. It was worth trying. The blusher's good. Last longer than Body Shop's. And the colour's not too red, and it's not so glitterish like that of Mac's. Bf's getting for my foundation which should be getting it 2 weeks before raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241403359796071138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL00lekvCuI/AAAAAAAAEzI/QYrwA3iAUzA/s320/milani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.millanicosmetics.com/"&gt;http://www.millanicosmetics.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at Jurong Point after having lunch, mum was amazed by the girl doing the cookies over at Famous Amos, but i was more attracted with the cute guy working. Damn. Hahaha. I sumpah he's so cute. Okay then i bought message lolly for boyfriend, see, see cute guy still think bf. then the guy gave me a folder to choose the message . and mum sibuk2.. say " this one naughty. want to buy or want to see guy also dont know " then i like walao. okay i ignored her and decided to choose a message lolly to suprise baby. but mum wanted me tog et the girl kissing guy kind of message lolly. apa sajer jer. and of course, i had to disagree with her decision because it's seriously tak cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241440262838377506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL1WJhHpXCI/AAAAAAAAE0A/HkmTS7BhflM/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The message lolly cookie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached Tampines, sent mum off to the bus stop, and off I went to Yishun to meet dearest. I've always adored the way when he meets me, the way he cuddle me and give me a kiss at my forehead and my lips, it never felt any better even when i'm not in the mood. I walked with him and we shared so many things between each other, at once, we promised that the past is our history and it shall not be repeated once more. However, we were so bored that we decided to make a bet during the pool game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's the winner gets? " A one day date :D " Happy rite? Haha. I don't know I don't really mind arh seeing my boyfriend goes off dating with my permission because I believed he knows his every limitations. Then it soon change of mind that the one song dance with the opposite sex in the club. I was more than excited. And so was baby, actually I couldn't even come across my mind to allow my boyfriend stare at me dancing , grinding with a guy. Hah, but nevertheless, I didn't even thought I'll win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what's the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first round.... = FARRAH ROCHER :D&lt;br /&gt;Second round = FARRAH ROCHER :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome ! haha, bf was like smiling and keep saying that it was just by luck. But whatever eyk ! I had practiced though. Haha. Okay you know I was more than happy but bf sudden expression change, he got angry he got pissed off. See larh this boy. But we'll see how the next party, we'll just see howww (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241441205514745474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL1XAY3NNoI/AAAAAAAAE0I/4wrnsLNKDDw/s320/SL381420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241441209406153682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL1XAnW_Y9I/AAAAAAAAE0Q/thb5EyQLVHE/s320/SL381419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he sent me back to Tampines to have our dinner. But guess what, we can't differentiate the night and the day, because most of times our day becomes our night and our night becomes our day. So it becomes the same thing for dinner becomes breakfast breakfast becomes dinner. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241440260059971314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL1WJWxOPvI/AAAAAAAAEz4/3Gx9Qb4_P30/s320/SL381434.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241440258262410914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL1WJQEppqI/AAAAAAAAEzw/uyrrsXYTQgo/s320/SL381436.JPG" border="0" /&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241440256636425634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL1WJKA_FaI/AAAAAAAAEzo/zITIubh5Tt0/s320/SL381437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"B smile smile ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241440251033559842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL1WI1JKIyI/AAAAAAAAEzg/OXyMca9CcFk/s320/SL381438.JPG" border="0" /&gt; "B make sad face. pasal u lose already "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the first day of the fasting month, and I was already the few thousand to go Geylang in the late evening. The purpose : My baju raya okay, if not i wont want to. I can't feel the excitement in the late evening. This year's purple. What's yours? But actually i'm in deep love with my baju kebaya , seriously. I love love it :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And something is not doing good between me and boyfriend at the moment. At most of times, i feel is our communication. I do understand how it feels to get ourselves into problems but , you know b, keeping quiet doesn't actually solve the problem, but i think i've played my part, i've said enough, everything else is on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241402939342560338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL00NAQznFI/AAAAAAAAEzA/Eu3us_FKxDM/s320/IMG0120A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241402942525236098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL00NMHnY4I/AAAAAAAAEy4/pLYp1dZmZ3w/s320/IMG0119A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yar, one thing, the anak patong thing is really scary. Our friend actually made us screamed when he was waving at this doll which was just a doll used in retail outlets. But it made me superb shocked and I screamed with bf running away and me behind his back. hah. And it's only then I realised how mean my boyfriend really is. Yes I know to fall at the staircase, it's funny ? No rite, it's not funny you know. But thanks ey b, because I fall and made a 5 second rest on the staircase when you're just up by 2 or 3 steps laughing at me. Thanks eyk. hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241402938472498386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL00M9BXhNI/AAAAAAAAEyw/mXyrbX56TKI/s320/IMG0116A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping for the breaking of fast with my bestfriends, the Arh Siol Familia and my Seven Sex. I missed my girls so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, i'm now an employee of Fish &amp;amp; Co. Outlet : Go figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241403848398039506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL01B6whadI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/ib_GqQhbO7g/s320/fishandco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Replies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-: How do i view your previous posts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : Actualy i know i did not publish a direct link to the archives of my blog. But i'm not really sure leh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3Pass6erby9: hey last long with my brother mimi! he's a god guy you know and we all respect him. no other head can beat him, he's the best. tell him, lorong 16 gina miss him so much. take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : Thank you. Bf just wanna know who are you. Btw, thanks. Take care too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ASH: dats whyy.sleepover tk penah ade!! and the next outing , buke outside or what plsssssssssss be there! misses misess!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : Alalaaaa. Pernah apa. Karaoke gelek2 that time. Hahahaha. Okay buka outside, aku confirm ada nyer jangan risau. tapi blang siang2 okay. I miss you too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SHAKZ: baby! we all miss you la, that sleepover wasnt complete la. next outing. BUKE PUASE TOGETHER-GETHER. yeyy! and you better be there. IMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : I promise I'll be there. Betol tak bedek larhh. IMY2 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AFAHLAH: pantat!ako rindu kau!and make sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee make it fer break fast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : Yer sayangg. Jangan risau sayangg I'll make it there. Kecoh korang tiga ekor nik. heh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nadiarina: elo darling neighbour. you play hide and seek with me ah? da 1 year plus never see you. link me up and add me at msn ya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sassyneutron@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sassyneutron@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : Hey baby, ya larhh, tahan we live next block ! Lols. Okay sures. Chat with you soon, but more hoping to see you soon baby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Viola : BABY. IVE GOT A NEW LINK (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : Linked baby, linked :D IMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lyna: relink me plseee . thanks pretty (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah: Sure will baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feral: omg !!!! The video is super touching seh !! I cant gt enuf of it too !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : Haha yeah baby. It's been my playlist for a month plus. Touching larh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feral: haha! cute seh gmbr ! anw, nice pageee ! i loike ! and tagboard colour is super nice, pinnnk ! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : Thanks baby .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NANI.: alalaa~ cutenye krg!! lst lng k beb! tc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : Yeah baby, thank you. You too :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Passerby: Omg. Thanks for posting up. It really teared me down. Such beautiful relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Farrah : couldn't agree more. no prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-6475928941819741222?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/6475928941819741222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=6475928941819741222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6475928941819741222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6475928941819741222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-pictures-will-be-up-soon-d-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SL0-BNt6X7I/AAAAAAAAEzY/snmzsD73XGs/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-5997429834513189625</id><published>2008-08-30T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:21:52.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLlh3-hwYDI/AAAAAAAAEwU/QoRwiJHUbxY/s1600-h/IMG00326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240327255727562802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLlh3-hwYDI/AAAAAAAAEwU/QoRwiJHUbxY/s400/IMG00326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Picture : Ninja Warrior&lt;br /&gt;Sick Period. Fever.&lt;br /&gt;On The Head : Ice towel.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that exams are finally over, just awaiting for the results which will be released on the second week of September. I could actually recalled clearly despite the number of days that just past. As last I recalled on Wednesday the last day of the examinations, I was held back by Mr Raymond Wong and Miss Williana. All I thought that I could have been nagged or maybe questioned for my absence for the test on the last Friday. Hah, but actually in deep fact I was being counselled for my abnormal behaviour those days after my term test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me about it, I can’t even give an answer. I don’t know, I believed that it has been just me who have been bragging about the unfairness of the races percentage in class and that was the result of making me feel a little more awkward and at most times, I felt rather ‘out’ and for that I was rather pissed off. But the convincing words of the two lecturers slapped me back to reality. Here I am, trying to twist a little bit of my mindset.. N803, I’m sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240328188969254722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLliuTH6f0I/AAAAAAAAEwc/XQRrmx7L2Oo/s400/CIMG1554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr Wong have been given me 3 tasks for me to perform :&lt;br /&gt;- Financial ounselling&lt;br /&gt;- CCA&lt;br /&gt;- Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou know I do realised that I make a huge change of myself and I wasn’t myself in school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next day was amazing. I can’t really find words to describe that feeling that I shared with boyfriend. Boyfriend, thanks for making me the happiest person ever. (: Seriously. And that night we went to meet the guys over at Hougang. Oh my, I missed them so much. They were dancing and shuffling and oh my god, so can’t sit still. But I do enjoy the company of them. Especially with Baby who can’t stop talking. Even Fifie agreed that after he cut his hair, he have become a more stubborn person. Haha. Trust me, he can actually keep looking and staring and praising a girl in front of me, and I will just stay quiet , still no feeling of jealousy, more of like ‘ I couldn’t be bothered to entertain you’. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent splendidly. You know let’s cut it short, you know Baybeats, it was packed. But I was out with the 454 peeps. And soon I was sitting right next to Faizal and Anwar when Anwar told Fai that someone’s wearing the same hoodie as him. And I still did not think that it was my boyfriend. Seriously, I still can’t recognise him, right after he cut his hair. Fai borrowed my hoodie the day before and wore it that day. So they wore the same one together, and it looks so funny. I swear. However, it looks cute (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240330862544556386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLllJ698EWI/AAAAAAAAEw0/tl6SHMIIL_Y/s400/baybeats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Force Vomit performance, me , boyfie, maw , his girlfriend and don were at the back and then Baby start to jump around when this guy suddenly push him and told him to relax. Fearing that boyfriend will do anything, I just stop baby and gave a stare to the guy and his girlfriend. I know my boyfriend will get really pissed off. And so I shooted sarcastically to the couple and his two friends until people turn, I still go on because I have my point. You want to go in into a moshing pit, you feel that you don’t wanna dance &amp;amp; mosh you could either leave or just stand a far from the centre, instead you took the risk to stand so face whatever you would expect! And I know that , every time it’s my voice in the air because people just don’t come into their senses. Stupid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240330862881188530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLllJ8OMqrI/AAAAAAAAEws/JALCYsYeOVg/s400/force_vomit_gigs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/l8y5o_HBCE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/l8y5o_HBCE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/gfhaY9/music/He7uj38A/force_vomit_siti_dont_give_up/"&gt;Siti Dont Give Up - Force Vomit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However the trademark of Force Vomit : Siti was a blast. I was superb happy when that song was sung. Oh baby ! Wohoo. It was awesome. Listen to them play. We were jumping and shaking like hell. Love it baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240331477379338434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="97" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLllttZ-UMI/AAAAAAAAEw8/1ujbz9A3zlo/s400/sevensex.jpg" width="441" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t make it to the sleepover and I know my seven sex will be unhappy but i’m really sorry. I can’t make it when my mother works in the morning shift as she’ll be alone at home, and I can’t let her be alone. I’m sorry babygirls. I promise that this fasting month, we’ll break fast together okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have 7 weeks of holiday I will put my ass off on a job and soon enough will be baking kuehs for raya and this year I have to do all those household chores for this year’s Raya. Oh yar, speaking of household chores. Friday was spent on cleaning up too, during the afternoon. Deciding that mum had been so nice doing the household chores for 3 consecutive weeks leaving me doing my revisions for my examinations. My responsibility as a girl and as a daughter was undone. I swept, mopped the floor and clean the toilet having to feel the clean and new aroma of the house. I walked too much to and fro and had a bad fall and had a knock on the kitchen cabinet. Thanks for dancing and keep dancing around, what makes it better with cleaning up the house with blasting loud out hits of RnB. Wohoo. But I was overall contented with the cleanliness of the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is such a peaceful day.Tomorrow, finally visiting my late father at his graveyard and spending my evening playing pool with boyfriend. Can’t wait !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry if these days have been lacked of pictures as with fugly hair and my very long frindge, I don’t even have the mood to dolled up well . And that leads to me getting lazier to take photographs. Just hold on because 23 days from now, something new baby (: Stay tuned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Picture of the day : Brothers. Sweet ! I love it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240346498436719202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLlzYDNIYmI/AAAAAAAAExE/h9V2iyM2Zf0/s400/yuyun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blogging is not equivalent to tons of pictures right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-5997429834513189625?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/5997429834513189625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=5997429834513189625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5997429834513189625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5997429834513189625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/08/picture-ninja-warrior-sick-period.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLlh3-hwYDI/AAAAAAAAEwU/QoRwiJHUbxY/s72-c/IMG00326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-1784840473929016126</id><published>2008-08-30T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:09:15.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I swear I can't get enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjWtRYaxmWM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjWtRYaxmWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the owners 35 years later (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eRsDrqTBq6Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eRsDrqTBq6Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoy. Thanks Miss Kan for showing this to us. (: Like a month plus ago. Heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-1784840473929016126?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/1784840473929016126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=1784840473929016126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1784840473929016126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1784840473929016126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/08/enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-6422052704374413838</id><published>2008-08-25T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:30:53.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, let me start of the post with something for the love one, with a new layout, let's make this a good start juust after two exam papers i just had today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238475153466125954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLNZb8O7oI/AAAAAAAAEv0/9A7CXI0PqzI/s320/62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dearest Baby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you know that whenever i mentioned his name, you get pissed. But you know, it just makes me feel that you're better than him, and that's why i want to own you , i wanna share this life this love this time being with you. You know, like i've said, love is a risk to take, I don't take love like toys anymore. It's time to get serious baby, because it's because of the past that I realised that , guys are afterall, not toys. And seriously, karma do happens. But baby, believe me, I may not know you that long enough to tell you how much your existance mean to me, but for the past two months, i think my life change, alot. Way alot. I've been a more happier person these days with lesser load , because at everytime point of time, any time, I know you'll be there. I know it's like this relationship, seems different. Maybe because of the popularity you've got from those girls, but i told you once again, baby, because of a third party we would want to tear off this relationship, no way! I knew I was being mean by mentioning that the ex boyfriend, did this to me like after so long we went together, but still, looked what happen now. You see b, I love you for who you are and for who you've become. Everysince the first time we met, you know, argh. It just happens, i can't describe, but i am i am really happy being with you and i am determined enough for this relationship will go far. Don't feel bad about yourself, you're a great guy, i know, and for once in my whole life, that cuddle you gave, was awesome, totally. Thank you for making me feel special. Your existance in my life, your smile, your laughter, your eyes and you yourself, have been the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. I know i never say things like this before, but I do love you mimi, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Side tracked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238475149939405570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLNZOzZcwI/AAAAAAAAEvs/axpB38v9cmY/s320/juwita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole week holiday was accompanied by Juwita baby after me and gf had some sort of small misunderstanding. Anyway Juwita, thank you so much for the whole time spent with me, I figured that you're really one adorable baby and ala, gue sayang banget sama kamu sayy. :D Of course after a whole week of studying, madness studying, it was worthwile spending my saturday with the love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238473876900486994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLMPIXRH1I/AAAAAAAAEu0/YQLTLbXSTjQ/s320/SL381272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the fireworks with my own boyfriend actually just happened on 23rd August 2008, with his hands around my waist, and with berd being the cameraman , I thought that that day was splendid. Adding more spice to it, sister and friend came along and somehow, i felt even better with her appearance in front of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238473890192459154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLMP54UhZI/AAAAAAAAEvE/aXPzLY10kFw/s320/SL381290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238473883465902306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLMPg0laOI/AAAAAAAAEu8/fnG_5fbp0pk/s320/SL381279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238473908742708450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLMQ-_C3OI/AAAAAAAAEvU/2Uw5u_2KcW8/s320/SL381326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that very night in the bus on the way home, that cuddle you gave, okay , it was my first damn cuddle god damn it. Now i finally feel like someone's gf :D hahaha. Seriously. Thanks B. And to make things even better, the conversation til 5a.m. hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was the start of exams. The first two papers.&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy studying for the facom paper, because it seems that i got almost in there, except for the part they ask..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" What type of chiller is used in the equipment Y?"&lt;br /&gt;Something like that, and out of nowhere, I seriously don't believe that i wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Chiller plant"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. and i spent like 5 hours over at mc cafe like seriously gone case already. I was so bored and the weather was like so humid, i guess, even though it was raining cats and dogs. But then, I lost my whole mood. I don't like the idea of having the exam at 7p.m . I seriously get annoyed with afternoon papers or night papers. But even worst night papers, Omg, i felt like so sleepy and my tummy was growling, argh, so not the right time. However, i guess the section C was the tricky shit question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even remember a single shit about Argand diagram or maybe I don't even know Argand diagram existed . Thanks for the skipping of lectures. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i've got like a little thing to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair ! I've got one big problem with my hair right now, seriously, like seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238472135475237106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLKpxDIkPI/AAAAAAAAEuk/1_1ZwgDaTi8/s320/IMG0106A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See my frindge is like astagah da panjang larhh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238472133641886802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLKpqOB3FI/AAAAAAAAEuc/oKlPCiIEVio/s320/IMG0103A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And my hair is like mop?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I have straight natural hair and just a little wavy . And since i did my curls it did look great but as my hair grows, the curls are already spoiled and my hair is superb dry. So i'm trying to revamp myself just before raya baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So .. let the past pictures do the talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238470008313598898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLIt8wR07I/AAAAAAAAEt0/daWRyoiKgIA/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if i were to really rebond my hair and actually dye it black, it will look like the one above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which now, i already have really terrible cheeks, i think it's like already double the size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238470015148239762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLIuWNyK5I/AAAAAAAAEuM/L6oZnEqogNY/s320/DSC01937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if cut my hair short, it makes me even rounder and no no, i never like having short hairs. I got nothing to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238470007033073858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLIt3--kMI/AAAAAAAAEt8/j6Qn923GoCo/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But if the short hair grows naturally, with me taking good care of it, it will look like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; so, curly or straight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the frindge. This babyboy wants the bangs so much. So ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238470013086462514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLIuOiN8jI/AAAAAAAAEuE/5-CWY1viUlM/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Doesnt the bangs makes me look so young? But actualy i will love to look young, no no, i've give up with people saying i'm the range of 19-23. =(&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt the one below actually looks better? Kan kan kan? SO HOW? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238470019324822194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLIulxjwrI/AAAAAAAAEuU/8CPpzvE7IZs/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-6422052704374413838?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/6422052704374413838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=6422052704374413838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6422052704374413838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6422052704374413838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-of-all-let-me-start-of-post-with.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SLLNZb8O7oI/AAAAAAAAEv0/9A7CXI0PqzI/s72-c/62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-6482088206967171941</id><published>2008-08-18T23:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:38:03.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SKwd0oDRJ6I/AAAAAAAAErU/a11Jrdanujc/s1600-h/wanie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236593256666572706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SKwd0oDRJ6I/AAAAAAAAErU/a11Jrdanujc/s320/wanie" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;First of all,&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT BERTUNANG SYAZWANI AND SABRI.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, kakak aku da bertunang.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tak lama lagy nak kawen. yeahh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I LOVE YOU SYG.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really really happy for you. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SKmY60TVE8I/AAAAAAAAEq8/VZcMxYQJWII/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235884178034463682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SKmY60TVE8I/AAAAAAAAEq8/VZcMxYQJWII/s320/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't ask to fall in love with him, neither do i ask for him to come. He came, he appeared. Regarding the love part, it just happens. I don't really bother what you people want to say about him because let the past be it, people made mistakes. But at least, he fell and stood up fast. He's with me, and it's only me, I know. So don't you try to brainwash me, because , it's not working baby. It's really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, I've been really busy with upcoming exams next week. So behold, as this blog will get a little mundane . I need time, really need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, i'm sorry if i can't really be there for you for the few more days to come. Saturday is our day. We'll make it a blast, I promise. For now, go and rest . Make sure you'll get well soon. I miss you. Get well soon dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, before I go, I just wanna end up this post by saying.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard people talking about me having Mimi, after 6 months of break up with Afai. Breaking up with Afai was my choice. Moreover, it was for my own good. He's not more than just a jerk who goes around hurting girls. I don't really could actually afford to tolerate anymore. And having mimi as my boyfriend, is also my choice. This is my love story. Why so kepoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I faced my friend's r/s problem, it's then I realised that I wasn't in the wrong all this while. I rejected those guys who come because, you see, when I just can't have the heart for you, it just can't happen. The chemistry is just not there. And when i reject doesnt mean I hate you or you're not good enough. Sometimes you're even better than my exboyfriends but I just can't love you. You know, love is a risk to take. It's another responsibility to add on to. It's not easy being in love and when you are, you have to ensure you're confident enough to run through everything with your partner. And that's when you'll realise the strength of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235886840235163618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SKmbVxxb_-I/AAAAAAAAErE/Wi-GNPIAsvE/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is you. Love is me. Love is us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babygirl, i know how you're feeling but I hope you too, considered how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now , I'm a little pissed off with Afaisan. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tags will all be reply soon . links will be done asap.no worries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the video of the birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind the laughter &amp;amp; the sick voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrglh97x724&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrglh97x724&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-6482088206967171941?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/6482088206967171941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=6482088206967171941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6482088206967171941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6482088206967171941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-ask-to-fall-in-love-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SKwd0oDRJ6I/AAAAAAAAErU/a11Jrdanujc/s72-c/wanie' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-8901676120079274460</id><published>2008-08-10T12:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:38:30.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I think this will be a superb long entry. Boyfriend was the one who told me the one who urged me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentations are all over and I’m so relieved. Despite the fact that I know I wasn’t being me during the real estate business presentation but I was really trying to be myself for the writorial’s . As so, I believed that Mrs Goh will definitely be disappointed with my presentation if she knows I present in such a way like that. In polytechnics, I feel so different, a little bit harder to adapt and I don’t feel comfortable. You know rite, G2000 was having a sale, and then during that time, my mum was in tight of cash. Even though my presentations were all over, the next day after the Writorial’s presentation, she asked me out in the evening. Telling me that she’ll get for me one pair of pants from G2000, I was superb excited! Guess the bill in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$234.??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the exact price. But guess what, she bought for me two blazers, two pants and two office kind of tops, I forgot the exact name. But whatever it is, I was so much in love with it, I almost cried because even despite she was tight of cash, she can actually spent some money on me, as I told her I was pretty kind of jealous with my classmates who own beautiful blazers and nice outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that moment, guess what she’s buy for me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A beautiful, sweet, GUESS wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mummy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to the Red &amp;amp; White party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED/WHITE PARTY&lt;br /&gt;08.08.08(DAY BEFORE NATIONAL DAY)&lt;br /&gt;Action Theatre, 42 Waterloo Street&lt;br /&gt;Presale: $20&lt;br /&gt;$14(inclusive of an Asahi Beer)&lt;br /&gt;FREE BEER WITH EVERY TICKET PURCHASED&lt;br /&gt;Be creative, Be wild, Be patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;Special guest DJ ANDREW T spinning his special mix of R&amp;amp;B and Hip Hop just for the night!Enjoy the exclusiveness of partying in a private arthouse!&lt;br /&gt;Tickets on sales now&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End school, and was in a big rush because it was a special day for two of my beloved people. Happy officially together. Hope you guys last long okay dearies. 080808 (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232741207388829074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5uZ2P1tZI/AAAAAAAAEoE/LtF-GaNFxzY/s320/1_540888082l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I quickly got dressed and went off to boyfriend’s house to straighten my hair, which doesn’t seem to work, and off we go meet the rest over at Bugis. It was my stupid mouth again to said Bugis when the party organizers mentioned Dhoby Ghaut. I relied on the map given at the website. You see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to get to 42 Waterloo Street by car is via Middle Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URA car park spaces are available along Waterloo Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also park at the City Bayview Hotel Car Park on Bencoolen Street or at the HDB Waterloo Centre Car Park on Queen Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nearest MRT station is Bugis Junction.&lt;/strong&gt; Buses that stop at The Rendezvous Hotel, Bras Basah Road are: 7, 14, 16, 77, 36, 174, 190.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong suggestion ! Bad. *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told boyfriend so many times, on the timing we should arrive. But I guess he was to excited to actually consider a later timing. After we had our tiny dinner over at Tong Seng, we searched for this Action Theatre, and almost got lost, thanks to me. Heh. I thought I really read the thing properly. I meant the map. So, it’s not my fault, it’s just a useless map. So when we reached, the door was still closed, and I knew I should have won red and white with my matching fingernails, all thanks to Adrina. But since boyfriend insisted on all black day, I had to dig to get clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232739819412713602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5tJDoi8II/AAAAAAAAEnc/309GxXdzO0w/s320/SL3811052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bf's sister. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232739825070106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5tJYtX6HI/AAAAAAAAEnk/p5UFfa44bhY/s320/SL381108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232739830566048594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5tJtLtU1I/AAAAAAAAEns/u71CViJYqXA/s320/SL381113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232739829289372562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5tJobUy5I/AAAAAAAAEn0/BWDQjZPJfAo/s320/SL381114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232739831406646754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5tJwUH1eI/AAAAAAAAEn8/lSr7DlxfU9Q/s320/SL381111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When cousin came, and the party started I was unfortunately underestimating the place. I really thought the dance floor is OUTSIDE because they on the music so loud outside, but I was proven wrong. It was inside, and the place is small, but then , there were so much spaces for me and my people. When the music starts, I didn’t wished to shake my ass off, as you know, there were still people not even dancing. People were showing off their best and that’s when everybody start staring, but it was till one of the songs, Mr. DJ played that makes everybody move. Among the 4 girls who went with us, boyfriend was the first one to kicked his ass off to the dance floor, and pull me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t let go of my boyfriend, as every time I shake, people stare at me, like Bangladesh, and my boyfriend had to keep pulling me over. When it comes to the techtonik music, he owns the dance floor, he dance it real well, and was pretty proud of him though. But what’s weird was the Low song, every time it comes to the low, we keep it grinding, and during the other verses, It was my turn to show off my groove. But what’s best when, Shakira- Hips Don’t Lie. Alamak. Power arh siol. Until, cousin said, he owns a cousin who was the Shakira in the club yaw. Wohoo (: i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sending me home arh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, fell asleep straight away after I washed my legs, hands and my face. The bad thing about last night was insufficient of cash. Even though mine was a free entry, there were people within us, who had insufficient cash. But there was free beer, so this bf, didn’t get so dehydrated as much as I was, I was really uncontrollably thirsty, which now, I’m suffering for a superb bad sore throat and a slight fever. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very evening, I met boyfriend again for the fireworks. I tell you , with my body aching, and it was somehow raining, I dragged my feet out of the bed, and dressed the worst yesterday, all because, he wanted to be with me so badly. Even though we did not really get to see the full fireworks, spending time with him was absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232738546181068242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5r-8ed1dI/AAAAAAAAEm0/sdAXOgyq-GQ/s320/SL38112333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's already comon you se people wearing shades at night? heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232738549085005938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5r_HS0aHI/AAAAAAAAEm8/5tXYSfR0jDk/s320/SL3811274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh Siol Familia ft. Feral Babe and one more unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232738550006327938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5r_KueqoI/AAAAAAAAEnE/rkPt0i1c0og/s320/SL381124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay b, you got your front place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232738553905244802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5r_ZQDaoI/AAAAAAAAEnM/eWSRMpdaAwM/s320/SL381136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheeeky . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232738556759937410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5r_j4qkYI/AAAAAAAAEnU/cJqOk7Nj3vg/s320/SL381128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jazaul Bariyah yesterday! HAPPYGILER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I was pretty much annoyed, you know , like somehow you own a boyfriend, whom girls are going after, and can still tell a friend that she likes my boyfriend, when I’m just less than 10m away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night , I was really thinking when people keep asking me :“ You don’t get angry when your boyfriend contact other girls ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer was simple. I know this boy has lots of girlfriends, and I can’t push that decision away. I don’t want the history to repeat itself. Let him do it, when I know, rather than he do it , behind my back. He share this life with me, but at the end of the day, he owns his own life. I can’t be the one controlling him because I don’t l ike to be controlled of who I want to be friends with. Me, myself I only have Isfarah in school, as my girlfriend, the rest are the guys, all of them are guys. But I know my extent and they know theirs, which lead to respecting my boyfriend even though he’s not there with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you think you really like my boyfriend, respect me, because I exist as the girl of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be blogging so often anymore, because I had to study . 3 more weeks to examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-8901676120079274460?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/8901676120079274460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=8901676120079274460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/8901676120079274460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/8901676120079274460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/08/trust-me-i-think-this-will-be-superb.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJ5uZ2P1tZI/AAAAAAAAEoE/LtF-GaNFxzY/s72-c/1_540888082l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-3539674678402412684</id><published>2008-08-10T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:30:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be right back &lt;/center&gt;&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/8820907003191505914-3539674678402412684?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/3539674678402412684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=3539674678402412684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/3539674678402412684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/3539674678402412684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-3901796928714536434</id><published>2008-08-07T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:31:21.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsTOjkBACI/AAAAAAAAEmM/hIXmWeTEi18/s1600-h/SL381040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796532906360866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsTOjkBACI/AAAAAAAAEmM/hIXmWeTEi18/s320/SL381040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsNviGRuGI/AAAAAAAAElM/BC_-lcWmOEk/s1600-h/SL380937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790502379108450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsNviGRuGI/AAAAAAAAElM/BC_-lcWmOEk/s320/SL380937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let's re-cap. Hah. I know its like a few hours more to Friday, but im still typing what happen on Bf's big day. That boy turned 18, but any oh how, it seems like whether he's 18 or not, there's no difference, still one very naughty ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On his very birthday itself, the plan was like 4 plans in a row, but i had to cancel two plans because thanks to my alarm clock, which didnt wake me up, and there were cash needed on other important purpose that same night.. So it was like, i had to wake up early morning to do something for him you know. Realising that i did set the alarm, and did woke up, i went back to sleep just a few seconds later, and actually got waken up by dear boyfriend, when he rang the house phone. Seriously, i shouldn't have underestimate the strength of my boyfriend. Feeling2 can wake up early, useless girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, i think on important dates, are those dates that I couldn't wake up. Tell me about it, first date was 43 missed calls just to wake me up at 12p.m, and only at 1250p.m i realised the house phone ringing. Now, supposingly to meet at 9a.m at Yishun interchange, ended up 1030a.m. Of course all other plans were being pushed foward to an hour late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We reached Sentosa, thanks to me who have been forcing dearie to took the bus instead of the monorail which was having a TOTO/4d number kind of queue. thanks to me. we went to siloso and that was went the suprise came out all. I haave a video im really trying to upload down here, i know that the file is huge, but just give it a try. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231795096708364290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsR69TuuAI/AAAAAAAAElU/uapA8WlvTlM/s320/SL380948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231795100094084098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsR7J68tAI/AAAAAAAAElk/P0tIJpv9jnI/s320/SL380956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231795099416823778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsR7HZeh-I/AAAAAAAAElc/N_2ouOZ_i7U/s320/SL380946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we went to Cash Studio, seriously i'll take this oppurtunity to say thanks arh kak yani for introducing to me, hahaha. now, im addicted to it. so you kalau nak ajak i kan, call i okay. heh. We were singing our lungs out and 3 hours for 2 people wasn't enough with this boy choosing songs non-stop hits sia. And i actually sang him a birthday song , but i can't stop laughing because this boy was smiling (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231795102280234754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsR7SEKtwI/AAAAAAAAEl0/Kc-hdATPtQo/s320/SL380977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231795104258308322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsR7ZbxuOI/AAAAAAAAEls/nSCYZgN4-a8/s320/SL380968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We proceeded to the merlion to meet the babies. I had a gang up with my mum to call me to tell him that my grandma is sick and i had to go home. Trusting her words, with his watery eyes, this boy just kiss me goodbye. But that wasn't really the plan. The familia was already over at the umbrella, waiting for us. Actualy i met fifie and aliah to buy him the small cake to smash at his face. coz this fifie told him that he had to go off as his uncle accident. seriously that boy was already in a bad mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They closed his eyes after farah giggles and ziela suprised him with the cake. Waiting for him to wish he was complaining much about fifie and me and i was feeling so sad looking at him like that, and when he opened his eyes, we smashed the cake but he didnt got angry , he actually hugged fifie and I felt so touched actually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796528413730306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsTOS045gI/AAAAAAAAEmE/mCRTkocmBiU/s320/SL380992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796529282282898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsTOWD99ZI/AAAAAAAAEl8/rkafQHb_8XQ/s320/SL380988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it ended the day with something that still keeps hanging till today, but everything's so finally over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790501531870914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsNve8R5sI/AAAAAAAAElE/dSsHbxOnB88/s320/1_834788624l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; im happy to bumped with my babygirls.seirously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;School.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Presentation was sucky for rebus, i was even actually in the mood but arh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796533706066546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsTOmirinI/AAAAAAAAEmU/n48oF8xBna4/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for writorial i think i really tried my best to be like the farrah. seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have so many things to update actually but let the pictures do some of the talkings okay (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790498111763026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsNvSM3MlI/AAAAAAAAEk0/_Jv7AXt5Pmo/s320/SL381086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790499211694434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsNvWTG0WI/AAAAAAAAEks/9xvH5dPd9lo/s320/SL381090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231790501228766834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsNvd0A5nI/AAAAAAAAEk8/archrTYZenA/s320/SL381078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-3901796928714536434?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/3901796928714536434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=3901796928714536434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/3901796928714536434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/3901796928714536434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-lets-re-cap.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJsTOjkBACI/AAAAAAAAEmM/hIXmWeTEi18/s72-c/SL381040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-1968724780721355408</id><published>2008-08-03T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:46:10.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJUKgNm7xoI/AAAAAAAAEi4/1-4xNwO2tOY/s1600-h/farrah+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230098090785752706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJUKgNm7xoI/AAAAAAAAEi4/1-4xNwO2tOY/s320/farrah+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I only have like 30 minutes to update this, let it be how long or how short it is, depending on whether my memory is still strong , and whether, I'm fast ! hoho. Okay whatever it is, i'll need time for my project soon after doing this. I think that car horn as a alarm call was good enough to wake me up, suprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's already a day late. But whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18TH BIRTHDAYY LOVE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJUKgPdZynI/AAAAAAAAEjA/4Kajz0oWbkQ/s1600-h/1_316410148l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230098091282647666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJUKgPdZynI/AAAAAAAAEjA/4Kajz0oWbkQ/s320/1_316410148l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally legal ey? Heh. With each year,i hope to sing you another birthday song for you. Remember dear, the best years are still up there for you, and I'll be there for every up and down and in between okay? You're the best gift of my life, and I give you my gift of love. Happy Birthday Mimi (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I can't make it till 30 minutes arh beb. I have to cut it off, I'll update the whole birthday thingy when I recieved the photographs and when I have the time, probably next week. Muacks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yar, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is something for you bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't really care how you treat a friend, I don't go for the Caucasian type of family shits. You're not even there yet. I don't mind you wanna comment my boyfriend, every day, which I never do, msn with him, and keep telling me whatever he says, which makes me feel like, hello, am i that freaking useless! and even personal message to him , even when i'm around. I think it's way way enough to that extent, i still remained silent. I know my boyfriend have many girlfriends, but I know his extent of having those girlfriends around him, and i don't mind even one because i believed they respected me as his girlfriend, and knew that extent too So from bitch to slut, that's what you named me, if you believed you have your lady rights, you won't be showing how desperate you are for MY FRIEND ! fark. you wanted my friend so badly, i'm telling you this,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU'LL NEVER EVER EVER EVER GET HIM !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you pretty much spoiled his entire mood and at most, you spoiled my day. Eventually i don't understand the purpose of you telling me that I've spoiled yours, which is not even there yet. You rejected my calls and such , and still having the guts to msg my boyfriend, enough is enough bitch. Look who's talking . Doesn't mean i kept quiet, I gave the green light for you to kiss my own boyfriend, when i was just there hugging my girls, how mean are you ! and besides, who are you to even do that, when it was just YOUR VERY FIRST TIME MEETING US ! you kissed everyone, all the guys, inclusive of my boyfriend, when i met my boyfriend , on the very first tiem, I DID NOT EVEN KISSED HIM FARK !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so let me ask you BITCH,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you told me you have your lady rights. where is it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dumb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can be nice but there's always somehting inside of me you wont wanna see. fark. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-1968724780721355408?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/1968724780721355408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=1968724780721355408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1968724780721355408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1968724780721355408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-only-have-like-30-minutes-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SJUKgNm7xoI/AAAAAAAAEi4/1-4xNwO2tOY/s72-c/farrah+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-5753652968607476906</id><published>2008-07-29T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:49:45.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SI8cwpk1MwI/AAAAAAAAEhI/-e3I5Ybk4i0/s1600-h/sygis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228429314520068866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SI8cwpk1MwI/AAAAAAAAEhI/-e3I5Ybk4i0/s320/sygis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay let this be a short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i looked at this picture, i remember the times, those single days ey is. When we both had no boyfriends, we had complicated lives, ranging from guys who we were dying for but played our heart to guys who were dying for us but we just can't accept. I told her once and keep reminding her again that if only u'll have someone for you, who you love and an upcoming boyfriend, then i'll have a boyfriend. So its like if you have a boyfriend, then i have boyfriend, if u no boyfriend, i no boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? simple. everyday i'm with her, you can see us seriously almost like couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Swensens together, pizza hut together, gelare together, almost everything together. It's a suprise how our friendship stays this strong, but only God knows how much I love her. Thus, if either one of us own a boyfriend, then it's unfair because the other one will be a little lonely even though both of us have our own circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay drop it. School was okay. Guess what? I woke up early in the morning to do my rebus project with Maggie and Jalil, and both came 1 hour late, and then nvm, i almost fall asleep in the canteen lah. my god. seriously, I was so tired yesterday that I by accident, actually almost fall asleep talking on the phone. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i decided to meet my bitch. Seriously sia, you know , I am really inspired by the way Mimi (bestfriend) communicate with people. No wonder she owns many girlfriends, but i know deep in her heart, I'm always her bestfriend, kan mi kan mi kan mi. With her lost phone, we lost communication and I had to wait for her at the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought ciggs and slacked at open plaza... we were laughing all the way about those teens playing at the playground, more like __________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but what happened today actually keeps me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matrep came over to me, and told me that his friend wanted my number. Not even bother looking at his friend, i just said no. So this was then the convo between me and mimi.. like 10 mins after the guy was gone. And during that 10 mins, I was telling mimi about my school project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me : mi, you saw the guy in black arh?&lt;br /&gt;Mimi : Yar, so matrep lah. with the black tappered pants.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Aiyo. *silentpause* Mi why always matreps?&lt;br /&gt;Mimi : Hahaha. Maybe that's where you belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't know but whatever she says still keep running in my head. Mimi , thanks for a wonderful evening spent. Imy baby. And yar i'm lucky too to have you as a bestfriend (: Sweetkan aku !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I wont be blogging for the whole week, I guess. See the upcoming plan. I don't even have enough time siak people. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - School + Baby's day.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Rebus group discussion and a completed report, hopefully which will definitely spoil my day the following because for sure, super tired.&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Auto cads revision, with Jalil after his prayers and my so much of studies to be done. Need to find clothes for presentation. *scratch head*&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Speech outline for Rebus on Monday + Baby's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Group rehersal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-5753652968607476906?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/5753652968607476906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=5753652968607476906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5753652968607476906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/5753652968607476906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-let-this-be-short-update.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SI8cwpk1MwI/AAAAAAAAEhI/-e3I5Ybk4i0/s72-c/sygis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-6645474232892285636</id><published>2008-07-28T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:19:00.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SI3i_64VsQI/AAAAAAAAEhA/W8H14Na412M/s1600-h/my+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228084330212208898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SI3i_64VsQI/AAAAAAAAEhA/W8H14Na412M/s320/my+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many things to do managing my time super wisely, i believed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, for sure (:&lt;br /&gt;Take care babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-6645474232892285636?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/6645474232892285636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=6645474232892285636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6645474232892285636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6645474232892285636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-too-many-things-to-do-managing.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SI3i_64VsQI/AAAAAAAAEhA/W8H14Na412M/s72-c/my+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-6917931564972900882</id><published>2008-07-22T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:50:29.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I’m giving myself 20 mins to blog. I need some more extra time to revise, but I just can’t because every time, it’s past midnight, I’ll be very tired and nothing simply will get hooked inside my head. So a long post up ahead. Stay tuned baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:I can’t really recall what exactly happened during the Saturday morning, what I remembered was I woke up at 11a.m and had a bad gum-ache. Haha. And I totally lost my mood because I can’t even bite a single thing , and there was like my favourite dish, which ironically, I can’t remember what. What I know, I had such a tough decision to whether, I had to spent my time with boo or with my girlfriends. So I thought, I will split the day myself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar, yar me and boyfriend did planned to wear the same hoodie. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225848640640173106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SIXxpqNQxDI/AAAAAAAAEe4/AemFZAXMe8k/s320/familia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he told me not to be late, I purposely force myself to take my own sweet time, still could tugged on the phone with isfarah, since we did not met up for 2 consecutive days, I told you, weekdays without her is like without weekdays. Go figure. She skipped school on Thursday and I skipped on Friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even insisting to be late, boyfriend was even later than me. Serious ah this boy! Lu bikin gua panas tau beb. Okay let’s sum things up because I need more time to study nowadays and let’s make it less detailed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Since he was late, and everyone was hungry, we went to food loft to had our mini lunch, which for me was just a popiah, and I can’t even bite the skin, which was damn annoying and really disappointing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lynn can wait long2 for her 530, because during that hour she was still at home. And she got the bloody guts to text me like this “ Ey Minah , 530 at ct hall. C u. Tengok sape lambat siap ah! Hahahah” I feel like biting her when she text me that. What I knew from the rest, she came around 7. Tell her go kirim salam sua with her hahaha and her msg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We met the rest of the Arh Siol familia, actually to ease my vocab, we met the girls. The bunch of girls, who don’t even look close to their age. I had a hard time during that moment, because I was really unsure, was it me not being myself or was it them unable to even speak to me. So I was left under the hands of boyfriend and the guys. See I told you, I clique with guys easier than with girls. Don’t ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I met Afah and Munnie, who were PUNCTUAL :D And of course, half way through, b forgot his cigarettes with me and I had to walked to Padang to pass it to him, and I decided to slacked with him till Lynn reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Unexpected misunderstandings happened at the Payong there. And it was really shocking to see boyfriend like that, but at that point of time, I knew he needed just a comfort zone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Boyfriend spoke some truthful words which made me cry in front of his eyes. My god! I don’t really do that stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fifie accidentally kicked his shoe to the river. Dummy kan dekni. So we walked all the way to Peninsula just to get a pair of slippers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Proceeded to Esplanade and to Marina Step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Met my babygirls, had like a great time with them, and of course, Lynn always make my day. She will try to disturb and annoy me as much as she can, but I just don’t feel annoyed because that’s how we communicate and it’s a form of our own language. Haha. Ey lynn, saying kauuu. And Afah was being annoying, she kept biting me , and keep on biting, and seriously afah, kau tengok jer, aku jumpa kau, pipi kau aku bakar ! hahahahaha. Shaks was like so cute , when i came, she counted 1, 2 ,3 and the rest shouted..“FARRAH ARH SIOL! “ haha. I know wth. Hahaha, but still precious people. I love you all babies. I promised, i wont paitao again okay, i won’t (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225848643809007058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SIXxp2AxVdI/AAAAAAAAEfI/kW5ggUk0fso/s320/lynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. To sum things up, that Saturday wasn’t that bad, even though not really enjoyable at least someone learn his lesson, and a promise has been made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225848643067562834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SIXxpzP_y1I/AAAAAAAAEfA/bozM4YjPxxM/s320/1_942940061l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, school. I told you ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve been a very good girl since yesterday. No more skipping lectures, not even math lectures okay, no more skipping schools, attentive in class, seriously. Only during lunch time or free time, I went out to smoke and that’s it. Been very good girl ey. Have been saving cash from resisting Ice Lemon Tea and got Teh Katai every day. Thanks to boyfriend, who bring back my Teh Susu days.&lt;br /&gt;So, warning letter has arrived. I’ve checked my attendance :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225848897803169426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SIXx4oNsrpI/AAAAAAAAEfo/PswqcyjO-28/s320/ATT.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was seriously tiring, auto cads was driving me to nuts, I can’t actually imagine myself doing the assignment the following week. I met baby yesterday and was in glee. Totally! Happy siols. Haha. This boy was like really making me laugh and every moment, and especially when Don was around, even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225848650299170962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SIXxqOMJYJI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/ElCEOWhFW1Q/s320/DSC092593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225848891724247042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SIXx4RkXsAI/AAAAAAAAEfg/zM7sRx93gbI/s320/DSC09289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like blogging about this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Is were talking about where we usually eat with guys, as in, go out dating , eating, you get what I mean right? And I was telling her about myself, and hers will remain private. Since it’s my blog, and not hers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling her that, for all my life, the most expensive restaurant I’ve been to was Swensens. For me Swensens comes like once in a blue moon baby. You know before I worked Swensens I could actually count the number of times I ate there. And it’s then I realised, it goes through the blood. I never recall even once my late dad brought me to a restaurant. For all my life, he brought me to coffee shops and had our chit chat sessions late at night especially when Mom is in her night working shift. And after that the ex boyfriend went to continue my life from there, even birthdays ate at Coffee shop. Ahah. But it’s no joke ah, I don’t find it budget or what, I don’t really like fast food unless there’s no choice. I don’t like expensive restaurants, where their food is little but the price is damn high. But for someone to actually ask me out for that, will be a miracle. I rather be a Cinderella not so much of the slave part but more to the ordinary part, rather than be a high class bitch. Seriously. But I love expensive ice creams, expensive chocolates. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, my time is up. I need to do my revision babies. Chiows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in time, I typed my last sentence, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225848652806494242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SIXxqXh8GCI/AAAAAAAAEfY/9wpS7_yyzcg/s320/DSC092824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[ Mimi Arh Siol ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;b dabes blog ker blom? u kn ader hw syg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225849767272123474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SIXyrPPQDFI/AAAAAAAAEfw/QQXr7m3pq8M/s320/DSC09292_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Autocads driving me nuts baby ! Serious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-6917931564972900882?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/6917931564972900882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=6917931564972900882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6917931564972900882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6917931564972900882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-im-giving-myself-20-mins-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SIXxpqNQxDI/AAAAAAAAEe4/AemFZAXMe8k/s72-c/familia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-517844951556686255</id><published>2008-07-21T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:15:29.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SISZwt8wR2I/AAAAAAAAEdw/rjN_OQD49jA/s1600-h/baby%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225470529903806306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SISZwt8wR2I/AAAAAAAAEdw/rjN_OQD49jA/s320/baby%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll Be Back . Settling my school stuffs .&lt;br /&gt;Superb Busy !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Mzvolcom - YOU WATCH OUT :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-517844951556686255?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/517844951556686255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=517844951556686255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/517844951556686255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/517844951556686255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SISZwt8wR2I/AAAAAAAAEdw/rjN_OQD49jA/s72-c/baby%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-1770531900345577617</id><published>2008-07-17T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:13:54.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m missing someone , my old self. For the past month, ever since, the last term break, I’m starting back with my old habits. Ni tak bleh jadi siol. I must study hard, keep studying. I’m currently a little stressed up with my rebus project. Actually the idea of grouping with someone you thought you couldn’t clique with makes you a wiser person. I didn’t know I could actually mange myself to communicate with Maggie, even though for some reasons, I didn’t understand why she doesn’t own a group in the first place. I find it pretty different with her around. Because in the real world, sooner to come, you won’t get to choose your employers, your cliques, your customers and your business partners. At the end of the day, it all comes just like that. No choice given when it comes to scenarios like this. It’s merely impossible for you to actually choose your own BOSS unless you’re the BOSS. So, today will be my last day being a lazy bum because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VOW IN PUBLIC RIGHT NOW, CHEH, I MEAN ONLINE RIGHT NOW TO ALL THOSE EARTHLINGS WHO’S READING MY BLOG, WHO HAVE BEEN A LOYAL READER, I VOW TO BE A DIFFERENT PERSON TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;Okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start thinking about school siak. It’s about 5 weeks to exams. And I think, I’m only on tract in REBUS, other than that, I’m lost. Total lost girl. So here are the promises. Okay my dad used to tell me this “ Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous” So go and think carefully because I find it useful. So whenever I had an argument with my mom, I will straight away think about my dad and his hopes for me. I knew that I had a bigger responsibility right now. And every time I feel like giving up, it’s only my dad who pushes me forward again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have so many reasons to ask mom from money. I need to shop for my presentations in two weeks times and another presentation the week thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223923924952504034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SH8bIdh1VuI/AAAAAAAAEbI/Wk1Wpi4uwuY/s320/1_517325242l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was boyfriend’s day. This boy owes me Snickers for being late and i'm going to start counting the amout of chocolate bars I'll receive from him.(:&lt;br /&gt;He surprised me to his mum, which was so un-ready. And of course, I wasn’t ready to meet his mum, but since yesterday this boy made me felt dumb, his surprise and tricks really work out. With him, I don’t get really bored, because he’s too sociable not like someone who always thinks he’s a big fuck. And when we met yesterday, which was a short meet up, we had long conversations while slacking at a coffee shop somewhere near his area, drinking Tea Susu (: I loike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend and that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! I’m doing something to my hair once b’s birthday is OVER (: YEAHHH! WOOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s when hui ling will be waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY JALIL &amp;amp; HAPPY 19TH BIRHTDAY KAK YANI (:&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you. Sayang korang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalil birthday was a blast. We had cake cutting session and continuous voices of the same happy birthday song for the birthday boy. He’s finally 18, and he told me something which made me thought about it for long.. “ Farrah, I’m not ready to be 18”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoo. Enjoy life now bitches. GO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Pizza Hut and of course, I can’t comment much about the service there, I don’t know but me too worked under FNB line, you know that you’ll have to send 10 bowls of soups , just do it, 5 by 5. If you know that the tray couldn’t fit 10. Why send 9 by 1? Okay I know it’s kind of random but I just get annoyed calling out for bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JALIL, BE HAPPY OKAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-1770531900345577617?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/1770531900345577617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=1770531900345577617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1770531900345577617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/1770531900345577617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-im-missing-someone-my-old-self.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SH8bIdh1VuI/AAAAAAAAEbI/Wk1Wpi4uwuY/s72-c/1_517325242l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-5424891493309184699</id><published>2008-07-15T21:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:13:11.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday to Batam was awesome baby. To summarize everything up, there are a few great things that happen there and mostly about the island itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHypQt4mCxI/AAAAAAAAEWg/BpYZhl5jkAk/s1600-h/CIMG1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223235772502903570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHypQt4mCxI/AAAAAAAAEWg/BpYZhl5jkAk/s320/CIMG1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHypQ6viguI/AAAAAAAAEWo/KDJ5G4GpYQw/s1600-h/CIMG1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223235775954584290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHypQ6viguI/AAAAAAAAEWo/KDJ5G4GpYQw/s320/CIMG1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHypRBbmhWI/AAAAAAAAEWw/7GXqy7L1Hp4/s1600-h/CIMG1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223235777750009186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHypRBbmhWI/AAAAAAAAEWw/7GXqy7L1Hp4/s320/CIMG1960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHypRCmk-gI/AAAAAAAAEW4/S0KOGYoPFL4/s1600-h/CIMG1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223235778064480770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHypRCmk-gI/AAAAAAAAEW4/S0KOGYoPFL4/s320/CIMG1955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Batam is clean, cleaner than Malaysia that was something I realised only after my cousin told me about it. They don’t really have many beautiful infrastructures but their KFC is humungous, it’s like 3 storeys high and a playground built inside it. Amazing! Their malls are okay, not that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237334366284418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyqroR16oI/AAAAAAAAEX4/F7hcdwTlt9s/s320/CIMG2035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Everywhere seems like a smoking area, in the hotel, in the shopping malls, almost everywhere seriously weird but true. I told my cousin what happens if these people came over to Singapore, I bet they’ll get pissed off with the rules and regulations here to where and which place specifically, the smoking corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The checkpoint went really smooth, they don’t really check. The weird thing is, there is a scanner but there is no one looking at the scanner. Like funny, but seriously true. I’m not kidding, so it actually tells me that the security there is not really tight at all, and neither strict can replace the word. Very flexible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wait I missed out on one point, THE FERRY WAS SHIOK (: Okay done. You can feeling-feeling titanic okay! Cheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223235784389589122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHypRaKmeII/AAAAAAAAEXA/7AK5eyV4adA/s320/CIMG1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223236503521781522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyp7RJE5xI/AAAAAAAAEXo/rNi3j3cFpMk/s320/CIMG2023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223236489583818434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyp6dOAdsI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/NdH6hfjCBjU/s320/CIMG2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223236479484419650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyp53mH3kI/AAAAAAAAEXI/0XrQ2zaunDs/s320/CIMG2002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223236497751351746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyp67pTIcI/AAAAAAAAEXY/IGoxoSBuXAI/s320/CIMG2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223236501780682146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyp7Kp91aI/AAAAAAAAEXg/BeeH-yscJ-I/s320/CIMG2013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237339844473634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyqr8r8cyI/AAAAAAAAEYA/P3cbpnKRydI/s320/CIMG2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The exterior look of the hotel, alamak, like very weak when I saw, I was like oh here’s the place. Okay ah. But when I went inside, phooo ~ Beautiful! Haha. Very nice , there’s a wine bar, a karaoke lounge, very beautiful swimming pool and a Jacuzzi. But too bad, we did not know about all this amenities, so neither of us brought a swimming costume. Moreover, time was insufficient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237331268256898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyqrcvNxII/AAAAAAAAEXw/2V1ot3_HE70/s320/CIMG2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237337798740722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyqr1ENCvI/AAAAAAAAEYI/etpnc7U1fZw/s320/CIMG2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237341854607858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyqsELMqfI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/qdV-OpWJrmM/s320/CIMG2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238575825091618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyrz5Er_CI/AAAAAAAAEYY/9ymUe9cWjPU/s320/CIMG2057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238579058048722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyr0FHe_tI/AAAAAAAAEYg/dZ8AagnltIw/s320/CIMG2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238584077913810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyr0X0UDtI/AAAAAAAAEYo/BwklJSXOnmo/s320/CIMG2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The wine bar, feeling cowboy! The drinks were like what, $3 (SIN) , which was freaking cheap for a vodka . And the pool table down there, it’s like $1.50 per game. I know it’s a little cheapskate because all they have is just one pool table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238583219033346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyr0UnilQI/AAAAAAAAEYw/dV8CTpTidH8/s320/CIMG2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238587657743474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyr0lJz7HI/AAAAAAAAEY4/tRU7oMaxbAc/s320/CIMG2081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223240827668693250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyt292CgQI/AAAAAAAAEZo/QIF2BrYo0hU/s320/CIMG2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Me and my cousin’s room was nice, was really nice. So excited siol. But the rest of the rooms especially the boys’ room was even so much nicer than ours. But whatever that matters, the bed was the best (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239609159142802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyswCiuTZI/AAAAAAAAEZA/amp4lHqE4PI/s320/CIMG2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239612229929602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyswN-2yoI/AAAAAAAAEZI/JLM4VDjovTk/s320/CIMG2095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239615786778722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyswbO4AGI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/SWIZUzJbVL8/s320/CIMG2098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239625590649362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHysw_wTMhI/AAAAAAAAEZY/Rg7KjBe9mnc/s320/CIMG2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223239629470514898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHysxONVPtI/AAAAAAAAEZg/CBBrLZqssmE/s320/CIMG2104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Karaoke lounge was freaking big ah okay. Seriously damn besar siol. It could fit my whole class inside. It was big enough till people fell asleep in the bus. Surprisingly. The songs were very mundane and I got so sick and tired of flipping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223240829655893970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyt3FP0x9I/AAAAAAAAEZw/xPuXDev314w/s320/CIMG2119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My cousins, my uncle and I went to check out the clubbing down the streets. And I must tell you, it’s super big even though the dance floor was just one pathetic circle but the whole place was big enough, freaking big. The songs weren’t that amazing though, but for the boys there were because house music was in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Batam tends to be one of the famous location where for us Miss Selfridge may be over the budget for us, but for them Polo Ralph Lauren was a big deal. Everywhere you can see Polo shop, I was crazy for this Polo dress but , I only had $30 in my hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Shopping in Batam was awesome. The malls are huge, but , actually, the one the tour guide told us which was making me bored, telling me that, it was a kind of like traditional kind of shopping centre, seems the best compared to the big one which in a way she says it seems so much more exciting. With that $30 in my hand, I actually got myself a gorgeous blue wedge, a freaking nice couple hoodie, which boyfriend seems to go so high with it and perfumes and a black short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The seafood there puas hati babe! You feel like craving for more and more and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The most BORING AND FREAKING STUPID THING THAT HAPPENED DURING THE WHOLE TRIP AND WHICH EVENTUALLY SPOILS MY MOOD WAS MY FREAKING CAMERA WHICH FELL AND THEN... LENS ERROR! FUCKER. And after that I had no more pictures. But it was just the start of the second day. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. In a nutshell, I did enjoy my trip there even though I didn’t spent any time with my mum because she seems busy whenever someone’s around. But it made me feel so independent even though when I was out of cash to get my babies some bubble gums, I went to her straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223240834059215810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyt3VpqI8I/AAAAAAAAEaA/qv08MkXgzn8/s320/CIMG2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223240833730627714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyt3UbUSII/AAAAAAAAEZ4/YPbfq25Liko/s320/CIMG2163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was preety much okay. School was really tiring. I’m starting to hate Auto Cads ever since the 3Dimension things start to pop up. Everything was so haywire yesterday. End of school, met up with boyfriend, Fifie and Beberd. Of course, with them around, I really can’t stop laughing. When I gave him that hoodie, punya lah happy, happy you = happy me. Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about school, it’s getting a bore. I’m like dragging my feet to school these days. Very boring... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223240836963831826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyt3geLEBI/AAAAAAAAEaI/Lw2WiNcycJI/s320/IMG00272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223242193342032338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHyvGdX76dI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/hfc3Hzk0sG8/s320/IMG00267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met up with Mimi after school, and she surprised me with a delicious pink brownie with a thick amount of sugar covering it. Kononya sweet, but actually damn sweet. Heh. But this girl these days like monster, keep pinching over and over again. She think what, funfair ah. Cb. But it’s really nice and we catch things up and things are so much better now. I love you Mimi (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imissb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag Replies :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayusweets: ehhh hottie, i linked you tau(: tc gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farrah : Alryte. Will relinked darling. You tooo (:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUNNIE: huhu !congrats babe !:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farrah: Thanks munnie! 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I was pretty much excited about yesterday , even though in the beginning we already had some mini problems which was get over with just seconds after we met. I don't know but this boy just knows how to mend my heart and how to control my terrible moodswings. We planned to go to vivo city but it was cancelled because we went out like around 7p.m and had dinner at food culture and went off to Bugis street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this part stupid. I fell in love with this kimono-like sun dress and the tag said , not my eyes only see bf also saw okay, it was like $15.90. I was like phoo, worth it, so went to withdraw money, and then wanted to pay, he said $28. Then isaid ey , i tot $15.90? Then the guy told me, no that's the necklace. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and bf went to Marina Square, and slacked at Starbucks, ber matao matao lah hidup kita ey b. hahhaa. and we slacked at the mirror all the way till I don't realised that it's already 1045. I got make a move babe, coz we need to catch the last bus of 39. And we were just in time ey b ey. But of course, my day with him was awesome. The thing about us is, we shared lots of stories, when at most times, I don't need a diary because I have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm leaving for Batam and coming back on Sunday night. See yas.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you dear. Ingat i ey jgn tak ingat ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHg1m3YfcHI/AAAAAAAAEWY/f2kc2lgXnG0/s1600-h/DSC09167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221982709754065010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHg1m3YfcHI/AAAAAAAAEWY/f2kc2lgXnG0/s320/DSC09167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-6828085823338545306?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/6828085823338545306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=6828085823338545306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6828085823338545306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6828085823338545306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-first-time-believe-it-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHg1m3oQf6I/AAAAAAAAEWQ/GzvLmWyV8qA/s72-c/DSC09166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-6655839821940233962</id><published>2008-07-09T23:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:37:30.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221039110938571826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTbaL3qNDI/AAAAAAAAETQ/Hs09eWW3Dho/s320/DSC09094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221039105044780818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTbZ16eFxI/AAAAAAAAETI/Ji682PvjDO0/s320/DSC09098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly today I’ve the mood to update. Thanks for the wishes for me and this boy. For some, I know it’s a little bit too fast to go for it, but I don’t really believe in all that actually. Let me follow it my way babies. I know I’ll be just fine. Insyallah. Today, school was pretty much normal. Mdm Praveena wasn’t really happy today, maybe she’s also having mood swings. But it seems that she wasn’t contented with the condition of the class. Pretty much, I do understand what she’s really thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTbaaBQDOI/AAAAAAAAETY/A7NoHCoBumc/s1600-h/DSC09074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221039114736897250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTbaaBQDOI/AAAAAAAAETY/A7NoHCoBumc/s320/DSC09074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hah. Did I tell you what Jalil did to me yesterday? Fuck him, hate him you know. On Monday ah, during the group discussion, I wasn’t there. This boy went off without me, in the group. Of course , I’m unhappy, because we both know we both need each other in school. So I text him and scolded him vulgar saying that he’s mean and stuffs like that. So this boy, did not reply. The next day, which was yesterday, he did not talk to me during effcom’s test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during lecture, he scolded me, shouted at me, say all sorts of vulgar and told me to go away. I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ Ey Jalil, paiseh ah, i don’t mean it siol. And u know it siak. I’m really really sorry Jalil. Seriously SORRY !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.“ You go and die ah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jalil sorry lahh ! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Haha. I joking only lah, you think what I not fierce like you ah . HAHAHA’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- cb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today Jalil went to eat and during that moment, when a guy came and disturbed, it’s only Jalil i could count on hopes for. Then during apel, I slept. Haha, it was quite mundane actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTbaSB6RSI/AAAAAAAAETg/6-6rFTIuxLI/s1600-h/DSC09128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221039112592180514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTbaSB6RSI/AAAAAAAAETg/6-6rFTIuxLI/s320/DSC09128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay the plan to go back to Siglap Sec and collect the certificates and the testimonial, was successful. Hafizudin was there! Wohoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Melbourne guy came back sehh ! Wohooo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way to school, I suddenly noticed the sudden change of upper secondary skirts. Haha, in my time, I don’t even remember any of my cohort except for 1 or two wearing that, JC-kind-of-skirt. Seriously, but that does not distract me though. . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Viola just now, and yesterday too. God, I MISS HER SIA ! and babe, I know you only knows how I really feel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know to enter the school , you need the security guard’s permission. Of course, it wasn’t entirely my idea. But maybe it was. There were like 8 of us, and we went in and collect the certs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221039892765341538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcHsZr92I/AAAAAAAAETw/SRhTfAYu204/s320/DSC08488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTbapmYlCI/AAAAAAAAETo/FMsj0TKAhqM/s1600-h/DSC09133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221039118919177250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTbapmYlCI/AAAAAAAAETo/FMsj0TKAhqM/s320/DSC09133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcHsZr92I/AAAAAAAAETw/SRhTfAYu204/s1600-h/DSC08488.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcH1QCNcI/AAAAAAAAET4/pT0VPpeuICE/s1600-h/DSC09134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcIJo-ZGI/AAAAAAAAEUA/JnX0GsAddNw/s1600-h/DSC09140.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcISTeQKI/AAAAAAAAEUI/nCGoacF5w_E/s1600-h/DSC09141.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcHsZr92I/AAAAAAAAETw/SRhTfAYu204/s1600-h/DSC08488.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcH1QCNcI/AAAAAAAAET4/pT0VPpeuICE/s1600-h/DSC09134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcIJo-ZGI/AAAAAAAAEUA/JnX0GsAddNw/s1600-h/DSC09140.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcISTeQKI/AAAAAAAAEUI/nCGoacF5w_E/s1600-h/DSC09141.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221039895140775362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcH1QCNcI/AAAAAAAAET4/pT0VPpeuICE/s320/DSC09134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t really agree with Mdm Gil. Haha. I was damn laughing when she wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Farah have analytical skills that actually helped her to do well in her humanities..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT ! I actually failed my Humanities -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Funny siol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went to have our lunch, a mini one and then we went rounding the whole school. Mdm Sahrul, had her hair similar to Alfa ! HAHAH. And then when Mrs Goh asked how come we can enter the school, Mdm Sahrul pointed at me ! WTH. Hahah . buat klakar siol dia. Yar, dengar2 my face trouble maker like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then we disturbed Miss Yong, who bought new NIKE shoes YEAH ! and Mr Azam , -.- hahaha. Then we guys slacked and went our separate ways &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221039900614091874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcIJo-ZGI/AAAAAAAAEUA/JnX0GsAddNw/s320/DSC09140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay ni part aku marah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS HOW LONG I WAITED FOR THIS BOY ! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME SIOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 HOUR 45 MINUTES SIAK !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah . Naseb matair, kalau tak aku da balek seh. Sayang pe pasal !&lt;br /&gt;Serious shit, this boy thinks that the journey from Toa Payoh to Tampines, is that short, which was not my dear. We went out to Tampines Mall to have some time spent with the birthday boy, Beberd and finally met FIFIE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked around and had my dinner at Food Culture where we had photo sessions, like non stop and then , we walked around . Zakiah baby met me. YEAH YEAH YEAH ! Miss her so much sia, then we accompanied her to get her socks &amp;amp; shoe laces and she went off. Beberd was being a joker just now, he was really getting on the nerves of boyfriend, seriously, he was really damn funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221981229159033330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHg0QrvIKfI/AAAAAAAAEV4/vjUM3-KvWXk/s320/SL380704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221981250930773426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHg0R816jbI/AAAAAAAAEWA/REY0MCKh_BU/s320/SL380735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221981250180728642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHg0R6DFx0I/AAAAAAAAEWI/8cLBDPUKO0w/s320/SL380740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even despite that he doesn’t look like the one who will crack jokes, but he’s one damn joker sia. FUNNY SIOL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me home and he left for home too, and I don’t know what he’s doing now because I told him I’ll be doing my homework but I’m done with it, I guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I was like talking to boyfriend about my upcoming Writorial project, relating to Gambling and the upcoming Casinos. He was trying to help.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this boy so cute.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHeUG3ZoQFI/AAAAAAAAEU4/NqwlqnOa0Jc/s1600-h/SL380710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221805138630950994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHeUG3ZoQFI/AAAAAAAAEU4/NqwlqnOa0Jc/s320/SL380710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHeUHBgzq_I/AAAAAAAAEVA/_MsBseV_ixQ/s1600-h/SL380726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221805141345414130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHeUHBgzq_I/AAAAAAAAEVA/_MsBseV_ixQ/s320/SL380726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;he said this.. “ ... Casinos jadi si siapa tu.. ah tourists? Terrorists? ..”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wanted to say that the Casinos will attract tourists, instead he mentioned terrorists, bang kepala dia baru tau terrorists! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221039902939824290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTcISTeQKI/AAAAAAAAEUI/nCGoacF5w_E/s320/DSC09141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHeUxDQ2FEI/AAAAAAAAEVY/5Owxi7YFFsM/s1600-h/SL380750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221805863369839682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHeUxDQ2FEI/AAAAAAAAEVY/5Owxi7YFFsM/s320/SL380750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m so loving you boy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Side track: My friendster profile (: 1&lt;br /&gt;00% Boyfriend’s Efforts except for the content of the profile. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks B (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221042586639712562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTekf3YwTI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/nkS9pawR0tk/s320/friendster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEBERD ARH SIOL (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8820907003191505914-6655839821940233962?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/6655839821940233962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=6655839821940233962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6655839821940233962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/6655839821940233962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/07/suddenly-today-ive-mood-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHTbaL3qNDI/AAAAAAAAETQ/Hs09eWW3Dho/s72-c/DSC09094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820907003191505914.post-7162671423087203678</id><published>2008-07-07T19:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:16:28.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A long post ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t that I purposely went hiatus or something like that. I was pretty much busy with my school work and things are not right the whole of last week, don’t ask why. I just don’t feel that it’s right. So what’s the most update thing about me...&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned ah baby. For now, some random pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232091918805218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH9bfvqKOI/AAAAAAAAEOg/AiWFIlnI4mo/s320/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232114925238514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH9c1c0ePI/AAAAAAAAEOo/RK4QpaI7MY4/s320/1_360516062l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232113923147906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH9cxt5yII/AAAAAAAAEOw/SL_rBiyfK_U/s320/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220231004543793634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH8cM9QOeI/AAAAAAAAEOI/jX5uA_4WLac/s320/1_521711640l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220231012345696882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH8cqBX0nI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/oJBMKfWQeyk/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220231015386455842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH8c1WWHyI/AAAAAAAAEOY/KscFWiaIPJM/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School have been moderately fine. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232826080929490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH-GOtjJtI/AAAAAAAAEPI/qDPVYLSOA0g/s320/IMG00188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232838057395842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH-G7U9hoI/AAAAAAAAEPY/vb346wgR0BM/s320/IMG00191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232830548318242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH-GfWqGCI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/DDa3f4SvRL4/s320/IMG00189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WINSTON &amp;amp; ZHAN HONG :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told you right about my term test result, it was awesome, and wanting to be working hard more for better results, to see more of my classmates gaining over other classes seems exciting. Okay main exams are like what, 5/6 weeks from now and I’ll be mugging sooner or later, you’ll just see and there’ll go another short hiatus again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232118093791010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH9dBQQvyI/AAAAAAAAEO4/O3JJNY5Opzw/s320/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(Jalil - hero in class :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that will be busy preparing for Hari Raya :D &lt;/p&gt;In the first place, I don’t even know what I’ll be busy on during Puasa babe. I know that I won’t be working because if I do I’m going to paitao Swensens again for that short period of work, thanks a lot to Mummy who always disagrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the whole month, I mean the start of July, Mummy is beginning to have her normal mood swings back again, and simply , I hate it. So hate it, every time this Mummy starts her normal vocal testing with me, I would just shut off the laptop and go on to bed, while during the wee hours, someone will call me and just simply make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shouldn’t really refresh from where I last update because I will definitely forget everything kan! Let’s begin, got surprise! Got Surprise! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232124431367906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH9dY3QfuI/AAAAAAAAEPA/9HGzWMoQOXk/s320/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada clue ada clue . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the break up with Afai was really a bad impact, I told you before, he actually made me to someone better, stronger both physically and emotionally, cheh. Physically stronger kaper! Okay, and ever since he left, life has been a little shaky but at the same time, never been better. It’s happy to have the group of friends always cheering you up. But what’s hurting during this period of time was to hurt somebody over and over again, and it hurts me so badly to hurt someone. Especially Ulie, I don’t know but I know he’s a freaking nice person, but things just doesn’t want to work out, and I just could not feel the chemistry, but babes, he’s single &amp;amp; good looking. Cheh cheh cheh. &amp;amp; why things are not working out for me and wan? It’s because, I have my own reason for it. For some, its bullshit but wait, isn’t this my love story. To Epul, aiyo, I am still feeling very bad. No, remember karma its not repeating for you babe, it’s just that we are not meant to be the way you wanted. Sorry =(( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whoever these guys’ names listed below, I’ll like to say a thousand apologies for hurting you guys in any freaking way. Seriously. I mean to those who really shared his feelings, I’m sorry. Halfway typing the name, I actually decided to remove it. Privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, My Strings Are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A T T A C H E D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220233956860538562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH_IDMarsI/AAAAAAAAEPo/jYaUWXHwtVw/s320/1_901452458l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Somehow, He Owns My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even though they are some who disagrees me being with him, I told you this is my love story. Cheh. I’m finally moving on babes, isn’t it like a good thing? Okay somehow we met through cyber world, to say friendster like kental. So we say cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we added each other on messenger but surprisingly, for a whole week he’s there, for once, didn’t we communicate. Mcm malas. And besides, his friendster was flooded with 305774575976457495894 girls. So i lagi malas. Then, one fine day, he started to chat with me, and he suggested that to continue the conversation on the phone, which was common, but it was different. Usually, it will be, 3a.m and I’ll be wanting to hung up the phone already. But that night, we talked all the way till 5! Haha. And surprisingly, I kept talking to him for days . During that whole conversations I had with him, we exchanged our love stories, our regrets and and our achievements, family life and friendships. Almost covering whatever that keeps running in my head. And which as far as I’m concerned, I didn’t need a diary because I had him. He wasn’t annoying, we did not have any communication problem and okay I can’t deny this, but I couldn’t believed he’s not a sweet talker. Cheh. Hahaha. I don’t like sweet talker but I thought his friendster actually makes me feel like as if he’s one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday was the meet up day. Okay the fear of what Hidayat did to me came back gushing into the scenario. I wasn’t more feared to meet him than shy. Seriously, but things didn’t work out the way I thought. Even though, we did not really spent quality time together as in me and him, it was a short enjoyable moment we had. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220233960362837330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH_IQPbhVI/AAAAAAAAEPw/tr_D9Vk1mek/s320/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220233969891851410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH_IzvUvJI/AAAAAAAAEQA/bvb1EWbMWR4/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220233965539405634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH_Ijhnr0I/AAAAAAAAEP4/bz2Wr2Qg7gk/s320/1_203443383l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was awesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy at The Masquerade?&lt;br /&gt;I did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220233952343858946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH_HyXjnwI/AAAAAAAAEPg/LvtWDrs5IIo/s320/event_themysteryofmasquerade_1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but let’s not jump there first, whatever happened at Marina Step was ala, romantic, heh. I am officially attached baby, and I still couldn’t believe it. Seriously. To waste some time, we walked all the way to Clarke Quay and got lost, and took train to Tanjong Pagar, got lost again. Hahah. They were like 6 of us, me , him, his two guy friends, his gf (misha) and JEAN :D haha. And as we entered, the place wasn’t really that big but it was worth the dance steps. Baby didn’t loved the songs there until I waited until the late hours and the songs were amazing ( a lil) hahah. Songs like Run The Show, 4 Minutes To Save The World, made me damn high siol. :D&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know why but I really had fun with baby, seriously and even though during the wee hours, some gangsters came in and somehow, spoil the whole thing, the time spent me and him was awesome. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235173446076866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIAO3VAycI/AAAAAAAAEQI/AWMDT5kVP5I/s320/DSC09043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235178780402082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIAPLM0IaI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/5yUzESsk4rU/s320/DSC09045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220274948782885490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIkaGATCnI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/mpgrmm1PYSE/s320/SL380686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220274956475655890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIkaiqZZtI/AAAAAAAAERQ/GPVAP3eKf3s/s320/SL380689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220274954939434018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIkac8IhCI/AAAAAAAAERA/4yKVBOP5Ny8/s320/SL380687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220274953419024274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIkaXRo55I/AAAAAAAAERI/x2H2v6soEcc/s320/SL380688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235179209347186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIAPMzFUHI/AAAAAAAAEQY/sMuqYzuyjgk/s320/DSC09057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220274942970034690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIkZwWZ-gI/AAAAAAAAEQw/HhtOYXKfOhE/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235182017553698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIAPXQnJSI/AAAAAAAAEQg/Tjmq_JDSgGY/s320/DSC09059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220235186729064946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHIAPoz7GfI/AAAAAAAAEQo/1fyleM-oZmo/s320/DSC09062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially that Get Low song, dumb. Hahaha, And he keeps exaggerating on that Get Low. And I didn’t go to school today because I kept coughing and when I don’t go school , it’s like I’ll be entering prison tomorrow, mum was being a nag. Annoying. But baby called me early morning as if he knew I was in deep shit. Hah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a new beginning for us, and may this relationship goes on smoothly my dear. I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&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/8820907003191505914-7162671423087203678?l=farrah-rocher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/feeds/7162671423087203678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8820907003191505914&amp;postID=7162671423087203678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/7162671423087203678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8820907003191505914/posts/default/7162671423087203678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrah-rocher.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-post-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>It's just me and my man.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/TFREIrdzPsI/AAAAAAAAIBU/YfzcaY2GDoI/S220/IMG_01373.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LvzD6qJZnDA/SHH9bfvqKOI/AAAAAAAAEOg/AiWFIlnI4mo/s72-c/DSC00925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
