<?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-5442522633989837022</id><updated>2012-01-07T04:07:39.918+08:00</updated><category term='night'/><category term='in my room le.'/><category term='going to bathroom'/><category term='where else?'/><category term='school'/><category term='again.'/><category term='sicko'/><category term='Selangor'/><category term='in my room'/><category term='UiTM Shah Alam'/><category term='Perindu'/><title type='text'>Roxelana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Fungus Tiger</title><content type='html'>hii. i have a friend. his name is amirul arif bin satimin a.k.a fungus tiger. he is my roommate here at uitm. he is a very kind and damn hilarious guy. he is my best friend forever, my brother, my hommie, whatever you call it. i love him til death. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-2446113352533442181?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2446113352533442181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2012/01/fungus-tiger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2446113352533442181'/><link rel='self' 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urghhh i cant accept it at first. to accept the fact that the girl you like to most, the girl you're head over heels about, the girl you would like to proudly address as your girlfriend, gamed you. it sucks, right? well thats how i felt before. not anymore, literally. now, i feel okay because i prayed to allah to open my heart to accept the fact that she's not for me. well, allah opened my heart. i smiled when i saw a picture of her with a guy that i kind of dislike. well that guy fucked with me. big mistake, boy. dont you think i am petite, you can simply beat me. i got my homeboyz, and my hommies my peeps my friends my brothers :) you were wrong, mayn. okay forget about him. the thing story now is about pumpkin. she went to a party with him! aiyoo big sighh. it actually hurts when i saw that picture. i felt very sad, and a bit disappointed. hmm. and just now, my friend told me that last week pumpkin went out with him. haa. it hurt ! well now i am trying to forget her. i wanna forget all about her. like, for real. i cant keep on like this. it affects me. my studies my life my emotions my feelings! and it is kind of obvious that she is avoiding me. i can tell, pfft. so yeah. well pumpkin, if that is what you want, okay then. just, dont play with people's heart, will you? its not good, pumpkin. you dont know how much it hurts when you got played by someone. when someone gave you hopes and being sweet with you and all, then suddenly leave you without feeling guilty. it hurts, seriously. i think thats all. for now. i'll update more about this. thank you for reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-8099133597276028972?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8099133597276028972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-7353939724674278326</id><published>2011-12-03T04:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T04:30:16.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things happen for reasons</title><content type='html'>things happen for a reason. i know my pumpkin can control my behavior and make me a better person. i believe that. and i believe that i am a clever person and i can score in my last semester. i can do this i can win her heart and i can succeed in my academic studies. i like you, and i'll go all the way for you. just one thing i am scared of : being gamed for again, for the 4th time i think. please Pumpkin, i believe that you're you not that type of girl. i am head over heels about you. i am trippin for you. so i just hope that, you won't be playing around with my feelings. i know that if i be with you, i will be the happiest man alive, and i know that you can make me happy every single day. you're just so adorable :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7353939724674278326?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7353939724674278326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-happen-for-reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7353939724674278326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7353939724674278326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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lets start with this. i am currently, well now i like someone, who is a girl, of course, haha. and she's my age. she's cute, she's so adorable, she's beautiful(that is for sure), and i just love to see her face. and she's a law student. well, let's just call her, PUMPKIN ;) well that's the name i gave her, i mean the name i call her when i am talking to Mirul about her. you know, to "cover line" because sometimes there'll be some other law students near to us when we're talking bout Pumpkin. so yeah, and that name "Pumpkin" suits, haha. okay, then now, i am close to her. i wish i can jut tell her that i like her so much. i always wanna be there for her, no matter what. but, i dont even drive a car now. she's driving a car, so basically, every time i go hang out with her, we'll use her car since i have no car here at Shah Alam. and i feel guilty for that, cause i find it somehow shameful for me not to drive my own car when im taking the girl i like so much for a ride or bringing her to a mall. sighh. i wish i have a car here, unfortunately, nope :) but i dont know how does she feels bout that. i miss her. now she's having a fever. poor my Pumpkin :( i wish i can be there next to her, to accompany her, to keep her warm, and to feed her meds on time, to feed her food sealed with love from me. but that's just what I WISH i can do, unfortunately, again, nope :) ohh ohh but, she owes me a hug hehehe. isnt it just cute? :P anyway, i miss her so much. and i treated her bad today. i just wanna see her, look into her beautiful eyes, hold her hands, and tell her that i am deeply sorry for disappointing her. well umm i think she IS disappointed with my behavior when i met her in the afternoon. cause she invited me to Seksyen 7. i told her i was hungry and so she invited me. but i simply, without feeling guilty or stupid, refuse to go with her. i can see her face expression from smiling to straight face like this :| im so sorry Pumpkin. i was stupid i dont know what i was thinking at that time. you know i'd do anything to have some quality times with you. i miss you. and im worried about you. anyway, its already 4.15 in the morning. i shall hit the sack oh by the way, the song Work Out by J Cole and Love You Like a Love Song by Selena Gomez made me think of you, hehe. cute right? :P nanigh Pumpkin. get well soon! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-3798570034926330342?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3798570034926330342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-ou-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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final is next week D: this is madness ! i am seriously in deep shit now. i am mentally and emotionally unprepared. this is so fuck. i wish i am dreaming but unfortunately, i am not. final examination in two weeks is for real. if i am not mistaken, the examination will be held for 7 weeks. i am unstable and i hate this. plus, day by day, when first semester is about to end, now only i can see the real side of my friends, especially my housemates. they are like, pretenders! argh it is funny somehow, because i got to see those "double faces" :)) but not all of them sucks. only few of those guys who always hanging out in my room, are good and not a pretender. i somehow, has found friends who have the potential of being very close to me. Oh and wanna know something? My hostel, currently looks totally messed up. I swear i don't know what to do with it anymore since many of my friends come to my room everyday, every minute. If i tidy up my room, in less than an hour, it'll be like how it looked like before ; miserable. that's it I'm done with typing. til we meet again next time ;) thanks for reading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-2033377129335748347?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2033377129335748347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2033377129335748347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2033377129335748347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-x.html' title='Big X'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-418444017661376426</id><published>2011-07-20T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:21:13.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakiena Ilianny 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWW0xm3o0qM/TiaavQP8HjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/W1JBk2ZZeXY/s1600/IMG00753-20110710-2115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWW0xm3o0qM/TiaavQP8HjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/W1JBk2ZZeXY/s400/IMG00753-20110710-2115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631358520679734834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i somehow like this picture so much. cause she did her own face exression while i did my huh face expression hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8vkgA4QuZE/TiaavLiJaKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MDRQYtTKw-s/s1600/IMG00762-20110710-2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8vkgA4QuZE/TiaavLiJaKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MDRQYtTKw-s/s400/IMG00762-20110710-2159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631358519413926050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you are so going to be remembered by me, Shakiena :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UN6ZUHL1XIU/Tiaau9CpFQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i73J12_nIwk/s1600/Shakiena%2Bilianny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UN6ZUHL1XIU/Tiaau9CpFQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i73J12_nIwk/s400/Shakiena%2Bilianny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631358515523687682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aint she's just so beautiful? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OC3UDIUmk3o/TiaavX8YfvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UP3ex-KFMVs/s1600/IMG00757-20110710-2130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OC3UDIUmk3o/TiaavX8YfvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UP3ex-KFMVs/s400/IMG00757-20110710-2130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631358522745192178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i love this picture too. aaand thats all. well i actually have few more of her pictures but they're not important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-418444017661376426?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/418444017661376426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/07/shakiena-ilianny-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/418444017661376426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/418444017661376426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/07/shakiena-ilianny-2.html' title='Shakiena Ilianny 2'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWW0xm3o0qM/TiaavQP8HjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/W1JBk2ZZeXY/s72-c/IMG00753-20110710-2115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-8236127333688663643</id><published>2011-03-28T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:50:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIIII :D</title><content type='html'>wehhh lama setan aku tak upload any news. well,working life is packed and tiring. so no time to post blog. HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-8236127333688663643?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8236127333688663643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/03/hiiii-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8236127333688663643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8236127333688663643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/03/hiiii-d.html' title='HIIII :D'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-979783309936461771</id><published>2011-03-20T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:37:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream last night</title><content type='html'>i dreamt about me and wiwin and mira alba. damn hahahaha it was really cool. well the story is like this, we were kind of being attacked by vampires at that moment. the whole world was attacked by vampires. and it happened to be, i was like the hero in my dream. hahaha. so then win and mira were standing next to me. then win asked me "eh mcm mana rupa vampire tu and mcm mana character dia?" then i explained and she's getting all scared and she hugged me! BAHAHAAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-979783309936461771?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/979783309936461771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-dream-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/979783309936461771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/979783309936461771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-dream-last-night.html' title='my dream last night'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-4807455762609125396</id><published>2010-12-15T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:46:37.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u!</title><content type='html'>i lose in the fight of winning her heart. well, i didn't lose actually. its just that, i wasn't given any chance. it wasn't my fault, but i lose anyway. nothing i can do. the girl that i like so much, is happy with someone else now. it hurts, really. but there's nothing i can do right? well, i have to move on i guess. i just hope that she could read this line : hey, i like you. i wanna be with you but you didn't give me any chance to prove it to you that i'm for real, that i really wanna be with you. you're just too blind to see it that i like you. and i know i'm not as rich as him, i don't know whether you value that or not. i know i'm not that handsome, not that tall, or whatever, but i know that i can make you happy being with me if you give us a chance. but you didn't. so, yeah. and it hurts when you act like there's nothing happened between us. well, something happened la between us. not a big matter but still, SOMETHING. now all i can do is cherish them :) and i'll be called 'bodohnye kau ni' by my bestfriend adam if he know about what i'm typing ow. haha. well, the best thing that i can do now is move on. go shoo shoo. she's no longer available, man. just move on and there are plenty of girls out there. chow:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-8320560524591620784</id><published>2010-10-31T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:48:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y O U U U U U :)</title><content type='html'>hye. i like you. i'll be with you no matter what happen in the future. i'll make you happy and i'll be loyal and honest with you. if you be with me, i'm not going to promise you money, presents or what. but i'll promise to make you happy when you're with me. when i like someone, i'll go all out for her. and i'll be proud of my girlfriend when we're in front of my friends. i just like you. and i wanna be with you. and plus, in two months time, SPM is over. then i can meet you every single day, even if just to have lunch with you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-8320560524591620784?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8320560524591620784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2010/10/y-o-u-u-u-u-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8320560524591620784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8320560524591620784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2010/10/y-o-u-u-u-u-u.html' title='Y O U U U U U :)'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-2701458594981963495</id><published>2010-10-14T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:10:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just the way you are ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/TLXmXzAdocI/AAAAAAAAAE4/44mapp0lMFw/s1600/Tongue_piercing-women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527577414170681794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/TLXmXzAdocI/AAAAAAAAAE4/44mapp0lMFw/s400/Tongue_piercing-women.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOOOO her eyes her eyes, make the star looks like they're not shinning. hahaha. you are so beautiful, i just wanna be with you. and you're so cute, that i don't mind looking at your face for hours. B U T, so sad.. i don't even have your number. haihh. never mind, slowly aish slowly. i'll drive during prom night, hope you'll be the special person to sit next to me :) i just want you :) after spm, a lot of things i wanna do. i wanna go drifting with Shahrin. well its not me who's going to do the drift, obviously. it's Shahrin, my tall friend. He's a drifter. then i wanna take myt driving license class, gonna get my driving license. then go for the girl i want. and lastly, okay stupid shithole mutherF. this thing is not working. that picture supposed to be after the words, not before the words. anyway, COOL eyy the girl's tongue? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-2701458594981963495?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2701458594981963495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2701458594981963495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2701458594981963495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-way-you-are.html' title='just the way you are ;)'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/TLXmXzAdocI/AAAAAAAAAE4/44mapp0lMFw/s72-c/Tongue_piercing-women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-8270166446404432099</id><published>2010-06-10T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:56:47.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go on girl</title><content type='html'>you can go anywhere you want. togak sampai kau OD. member ada tak guna. ajak buat benda bangang. you can go to hell, seriously. you'll surely be happy and better off without me. go live your colourful life. i'm so sure you'll be so much happier without me by your side. your love is a lie. you're a liar. i hate you. i'll live my life without you. that's for sure. go smoke some weed and drink more, and let the bad people take advantage of you, then only you'll know who's good and who's bad aight. bye.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-8270166446404432099?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8270166446404432099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-on-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8270166446404432099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8270166446404432099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-on-girl.html' title='go on girl'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-3717819624125447373</id><published>2010-05-03T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:11:59.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>peeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh! 4 months i didn't post any blog? dayumn. well never mind, after dome with spm, i'll post blogs every damn minute. gotta go. :)&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-3717819624125447373?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3717819624125447373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/3717819624125447373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/3717819624125447373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6749172488302534287</id><published>2009-12-23T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:14:29.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucka fucka!</title><content type='html'>why everybody has to treat me this way? im trying to help, instead of saying thank you, they ignored me? ohh that's pain. guys have feeling too okay. don't you ladies think that we are tough as nails and all. we got feeling too. im talking shit, don't listen to me. asshole. S H I T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6749172488302534287?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6749172488302534287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/fucka-fucka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6749172488302534287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6749172488302534287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/fucka-fucka.html' title='fucka fucka!'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-1540950780820047448</id><published>2009-12-20T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:53:53.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoo</title><content type='html'>this blog had just deleted. it was stupid. ass. i did it, without balance of sensitivity shit im crapping. got the message? nothing happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-1540950780820047448?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1540950780820047448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1540950780820047448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1540950780820047448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-love.html' title='hoo'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-399207118111167224</id><published>2009-12-14T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:06:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ze birthday party :D</title><content type='html'>yo yo people. ahahaha. oh first of all, im so sorry Alia. just now, i wan in the toilet, then my brother already signed out my facebook. hehe. so don't be mad at me okay?? haha oh people i will upload the pictures at Sara Syakira's birthday party okay? wait for it. hahaha got some funny stupid stories to tell :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-399207118111167224?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/399207118111167224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ze-birthday-party-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/399207118111167224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/399207118111167224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ze-birthday-party-d.html' title='ze birthday party :D'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-714688629011894820</id><published>2009-12-11T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:05:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom as hell</title><content type='html'>people, im so freakin bored! im not really sleepy, i want to stay in front of this laptop, im so freaaakin bored.  oh wait, this damn laptop's speaker is not functioning. why girl's laptop's nowadays, always acting up like no bitch in the damn streets of new york? ey yow nigga get your gear up maan or imma crack your skull wth this damn fully-decorated laptop! ohh i mchatting with my cutie fair neighbour. straight forward, her name is Alia she lives near the guardhouse i never talked to her before but i know that she's so cutee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-714688629011894820?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/714688629011894820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredom-as-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/714688629011894820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/714688629011894820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredom-as-hell.html' title='boredom as hell'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-8528943484714902348</id><published>2009-12-11T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:41:51.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEyiU43k-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/WC8WJjZp9Jg/s1600-h/Rabihah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEyiU43k-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/WC8WJjZp9Jg/s400/Rabihah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413663792380220386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see this Alia? haha this is a picture of me with Rabihah and Azie. Ziha doesn't want to be in the picture. haha i don't know why. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-8528943484714902348?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8528943484714902348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8528943484714902348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8528943484714902348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-one.html' title='another one :)'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEyiU43k-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/WC8WJjZp9Jg/s72-c/Rabihah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-4387080291929447939</id><published>2009-12-11T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:38:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take that !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwRlq_ijI/AAAAAAAAAEg/__-zwYCK_Ek/s1600-h/Myra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwRlq_ijI/AAAAAAAAAEg/__-zwYCK_Ek/s400/Myra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413661305804393010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay this is my friend, Myra. i look her nose. haha.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwRGdpNfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dBGvWZPL7kw/s1600-h/Hafriz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwRGdpNfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dBGvWZPL7kw/s400/Hafriz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413661297426904562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is my bestfriendforever,partnersforlife, or whatever you guys call it. his name is Hafriz. i share everything with him. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwQ6nAi5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jOzBAhcnLJQ/s1600-h/131120092181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwQ6nAi5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jOzBAhcnLJQ/s400/131120092181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413661294244957074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay this is me and iwan. we were at the gym nearby my house. see me doing some freakin kung fu move? hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwQgvINcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P-LdjFx-Zyk/s1600-h/121120092178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwQgvINcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P-LdjFx-Zyk/s400/121120092178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413661287299691970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA this is funny. meet my cute friend, Qish. i took this picture when  i accompany her to a salon.she coloured her hair. i chose the colour. it's kind of reddish-violet something. haha. it's nice actually. it'll be more-reddish when she expose it to the sunlight. omg im crapping fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwQSuaReI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7KeeH7cVxqY/s1600-h/091220092279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwQSuaReI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7KeeH7cVxqY/s400/091220092279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413661283538585058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, this is Myra again.she's so cute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-4387080291929447939?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4387080291929447939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4387080291929447939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4387080291929447939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-that.html' title='take that !'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SyEwRlq_ijI/AAAAAAAAAEg/__-zwYCK_Ek/s72-c/Myra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-2014856599503774334</id><published>2009-12-01T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:27:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch hour</title><content type='html'>had lunch with a girl. haha. pizza. nice. had fun. laugh and laugh (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-2014856599503774334?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2014856599503774334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/lunch-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2014856599503774334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2014856599503774334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/12/lunch-hour.html' title='lunch hour'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-4156524846957316567</id><published>2009-11-29T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:58:55.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>I GOT FRIENDS, BUT I HAVEN'T FOUND MY REAL FRIENDS. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss this one girl. serioushit. i don't know what to do. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-4156524846957316567?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4156524846957316567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4156524846957316567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4156524846957316567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-4595723864886977504</id><published>2009-11-03T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:04:23.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USED TO</title><content type='html'>Listen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life for you insatiable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you don't know how much you meant to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not asking you to be my girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wished that you will always be there for me when i need you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to help me when i had problems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the slightest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would rather ask you than think about it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've changed from the way you are before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must you change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ruined everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sweet dreams too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and guess what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to carry my on life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's the hardest part of living,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to be my closest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sad or depressed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never let me down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always help me with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i can feel it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this line " don't worry. things are going to be just fine" helps me a lot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything i had in this world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that i ever be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could all fall down around me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just as long as i had you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right here by me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go through it all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have thousands of questions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's all about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people can ask me anything about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not everything actually,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can assure that i can answer almost all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll all remain memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn into worthless dust in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember the times we had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cherish the good times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish we can go to the Wonderland,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i can spread my wings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fly away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up up and away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who will never forget you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-4595723864886977504?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4595723864886977504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/11/listen-my-life-for-you-insatiable-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4595723864886977504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4595723864886977504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/11/listen-my-life-for-you-insatiable-and.html' title='USED TO'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-5782962362065222366</id><published>2009-10-24T10:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:31:12.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go On Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't get it back, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want it back, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Realized that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She don't know how to act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Never been a dumb dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No I'm not dense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I Just had a slight lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was the good guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She was the bad girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm thinking one girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She thinking me, earl James and jimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yep she had plenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But love for me, she didn't have any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was inviting, her into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was out riding in some other man's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She was my night time, thought I was her star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;Wont take long for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry bout me I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it back, but&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it back, I&lt;br /&gt;Realized that,&lt;br /&gt;She don't know how to act&lt;br /&gt;Tried to settle down and look what I get&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was my time, but I guess not yet&lt;br /&gt;She at the bar getting drinks from many men&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the house, thinking shes with her girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;Just not knowing, truly not knowing&lt;br /&gt;I look back now like, man, I was open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was inviting, her into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was out riding in some other man's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;She was my night time, thought I was her star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;Wont take long for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The mistake I made is clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never should've been together&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason you're not here&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can do much better&lt;br /&gt;Not a single salty tear&lt;br /&gt;Not a feeling in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm feeling no stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm too fly to be depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;Go on Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'll be fine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-5782962362065222366?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5782962362065222366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-on-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5782962362065222366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5782962362065222366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-on-girl.html' title='Go On Girl'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6572756013692708598</id><published>2009-10-11T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:58:08.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloy</title><content type='html'>Its been soooo long that i havent post any blogs, because my brother's laptop rosak, so i cant online. I actually have alots of things to be posted as my blogs, but i already forget most of them. bangang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6572756013692708598?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6572756013692708598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6572756013692708598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6572756013692708598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloy.html' title='halloy'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-7177990808659917006</id><published>2009-09-15T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:05:51.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya</title><content type='html'>HAri Raya i around the corner, and i haven't bought anything yet. Hahaha. So not in the mood to buy stuffs for raya. I want a NEW CAMERA. like Nikon D80 ke apa ke. I pernah guna adam's D80, and it was so freaking nice awesome shit. I love taking pictures,any kind of pictures, and lebih lebih lagi raya, there must be lots of things to be captured by ME! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7177990808659917006?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7177990808659917006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7177990808659917006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7177990808659917006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya.html' title='Raya'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-4808309054303130581</id><published>2009-09-13T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:37:31.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>halloy. I baru balik from kampung. kemas2 kampung started at 12.30 pm until 3 pm. So freakin tired. I must sleep. Tomorrow at 8 am, i need to wake up and get myself ready, beacuse tuition at 9 am. will update soon. Bye Bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-4808309054303130581?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4808309054303130581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4808309054303130581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4808309054303130581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-7960657703502009660</id><published>2009-09-11T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:35:04.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You!</title><content type='html'>Do you think by diamkan diri,not replying my messages,didn't pick up your phone and all, can solve the problem?? I dont think so. I pun tak faham you sekarang ni. Why people&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; who closed to me must changed? and this stupid bold thing,is such a mess! Haish. Bengong betul. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7960657703502009660?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7960657703502009660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7960657703502009660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7960657703502009660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/you.html' title='You!'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-497681848581312959</id><published>2009-09-10T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:07:01.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HeLLo</title><content type='html'>hello people its been awhile i din not post blogs. im quite busy lately. ohh nak tahu tak, on last tuesday, 8/9/09, i went to school in the morning as usual tau, but im with abang syukri. my brother dropped us at LRT bandar tasik selatan. abg syukri took the ERL to KLIA, and i took the STARto Hang Tuah. and the before i went to the counter to buy ticket, i salam with abg syukri first. then, he gave me rm50. and i was like, so touched,and the money was unexpected. then i said thanks abg syukri, and he said :sama-sama. belajar rajin-rajin aish." then i angguk. everytime we say goodbye, abg syukri never forget to say the word " belajar rajin-rajin aish". oh mann. phew. then i go to school as usual. the next day, mak tua gave me rm100 pulak. mak tua kata "saja je. rezeki murah." haiya why these people gave me money eh? nanti i use to money to buy unnecessary things. haha. dah, im out. tomorrow,go to school,balik rumah,sembahyang jumaat,tuition BM at home until 4pm, go to ampang for tuition akaun,ends at 6.30pm,go for buka puasa with my homies, then tuition lagi sampai 10pm,then balik with anas. dah. nite. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-497681848581312959?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/497681848581312959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/497681848581312959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/497681848581312959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='HeLLo'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-5172941923678306596</id><published>2009-09-08T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:59:25.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPSR</title><content type='html'>To all UPSR candidates, Good Luck to you guys. I know i was kinda late to wish you guys, but at least i wish jugak. Haaha. Good luck again. BYe .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-5172941923678306596?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5172941923678306596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/upsr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5172941923678306596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5172941923678306596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/upsr.html' title='UPSR'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-2450631293958432680</id><published>2009-09-06T05:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:00:01.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>Hell O people! it's 5.50 am, i did not sleep dari malam tadi sampai now. one of the reasons is of coz, waiting for Si Putih. I've waited for her call or message dari malam tadi. She did't text me at all. I dont know what is wrong with her, but Im kind of pissed off. Nevermind. Hei Putih Putih, apa jelah problem you kan. Heish. Habis kursus tu, takkan lah tak boleh reply my text langsung? -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough with that. Now i want to write about a movie i watched last night. at first i watched Iron Man with my cousins. My aunties and cousins came over my house last night, then, my cousins and I watche Iron Man first. Then after diaorang balik, I watch tv alone, then i turn to channel 413. Star movies kot. A movie titled Blond And Blonder is going to start. The movie is about two blond girls who were mistakenly recognise as international mob killer. Its a real funny movie. Starring Denise Richards and Pamela Anderson. They both look really silly in that movie. Haha. then after the movie habis, i go online. Then sahur, then online lagi, and now, im going to sleep. Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-2450631293958432680?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2450631293958432680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2450631293958432680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2450631293958432680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-5000883570295873042</id><published>2009-09-05T06:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:15:29.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuition</title><content type='html'>Last night i went to tuition at ampang. Accounts. Class starts at 5 pm but me and adam and faiz were late, because we walked from train station to ilmu studio instead of using public cab. Tiring. It's all adam's fault. Haha. then tuition ended at 6.30 pm. Was good. Then i go to cueball for a while. Then go buka puasa. Then i hang out with Red,Farhan,Apek,Adam, and Faiz. Shesha sampai biol. Then i Went back home. Tadaa. Thank you for reading. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-5000883570295873042?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5000883570295873042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5000883570295873042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5000883570295873042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuition.html' title='Tuition'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6981086713082380214</id><published>2009-09-05T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:06:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deear</title><content type='html'>Hey, that was a stupid reason too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6981086713082380214?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6981086713082380214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/deear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6981086713082380214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6981086713082380214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/deear.html' title='Deear'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-4963413387099516340</id><published>2009-09-03T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:49:11.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW GIELFRIEND =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/Sp6hEVBQHII/AAAAAAAAADg/gGlfxf0EMlI/s1600-h/dakota+fanning6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/Sp6hEVBQHII/AAAAAAAAADg/gGlfxf0EMlI/s400/dakota+fanning6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376912100860894338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/Sp6hEKsNDzI/AAAAAAAAADY/OUBVLCB6WgM/s1600-h/dakota-fanning8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/Sp6hEKsNDzI/AAAAAAAAADY/OUBVLCB6WgM/s400/dakota-fanning8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376912098088259378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW, LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL NEW GIRLFRIEND. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Her name is Dakota Fanning. She's 14 years old i think, haha. She's so cute, and gorgeous and beautiful. She has grown up. Super fine, super hot. Hahaha. That's all. Lol. Haha. bye bye Darling Dakota!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-4963413387099516340?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4963413387099516340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-gielfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4963413387099516340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/4963413387099516340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-gielfriend.html' title='MY NEW GIELFRIEND =)'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/Sp6hEVBQHII/AAAAAAAAADg/gGlfxf0EMlI/s72-c/dakota+fanning6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-801437649897171662</id><published>2009-09-02T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:05:46.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Montana from Cuba</title><content type='html'>Hello people. I would like to write about Al Pacino a.k.a Tony Montana! He act in the movie Scarface. Hahaha. Ohh man y'all should watch the movie. It's a really damn nice movie. And play the game too. Both are ice. Haha. The way he talked,he walked,how cool he act, wow he amazed me. Fewa words that he always said are, "fucking cockroaches!" , "you stupid fuck!" , You mess with me, you're messing with the best!" , "Im Tony fucking Montana!" and the most famous word among the words I've listed is "Say hello to my little friend!" . Hahaha. The little friend he meant was a machine gun. Haha. He was like, the coolest gangster I've ever see. haha. and he's vicious too. Okay lah penat aku type. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-801437649897171662?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/801437649897171662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tony-montana-from-cuba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/801437649897171662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/801437649897171662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tony-montana-from-cuba.html' title='Tony Montana from Cuba'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-1147523489218680546</id><published>2009-09-02T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:56:55.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo School</title><content type='html'>hello. today, was the second day of school, after a week of school break. school was good thou. i did not skipped classes, except Sejarah. Hahaha. Malaslah nak masuk kelas Datin. Hahaaha. Oh and my class went to the surau during agama period, and we baca Al-Quran. Im not so good. Tak terkejut pun. -__- . Then i switch shoes with zakwan. hahaaha. His shoe is nice, and stylish. Hahaha. So i borrowed it today, and going to return it tomorrow. Ohhhh! And before buka puasa this evening, my aunty told me that the Popia Sedap yang ada seorang makcik ni jual, dia dah jual balik. Before thu=is, dia stop jual because her father is sick. Then, she back on track and i can eat her super delicious popia during buka puasa. Yummy. Hahaa. It's really nice, im not lying. Hahaaha. Okay that's all i guess. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-1147523489218680546?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1147523489218680546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/boo-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1147523489218680546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1147523489218680546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/boo-school.html' title='Boo School'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-1214820285135045873</id><published>2009-08-31T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:25:16.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you're the one that will accompany me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;you're the one that can help me solve my every problems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;you will always be there for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to share my happiness, my sadness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it was all a lie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you were never there for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always me who helped you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your response to my problems i shared with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sucks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a good idea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the way you should treat me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even care, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't care about me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not as much as i care about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how i wanted to help you with your problems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can live your happy life as usual now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without me by your side is not really matter, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you have problem, just ask your other best friends, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-1214820285135045873?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1214820285135045873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1214820285135045873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1214820285135045873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-5719624746386984763</id><published>2009-08-30T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:59:48.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keluhan Hatiku</title><content type='html'>I dont know why, sometimes people just love to act so fucking stupid,and  avoiding for no fucking reason. Ohh man stop cursing. Urghh! Dammit asshole. You stupid fuck, give me unacceptable reason.Why am i like this? I dont fucking know. Two things to write here,now ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.Manchester United &lt;/span&gt;won last night, it was a luck. Lucky &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Devils.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Glory2 Man Utd !&lt;br /&gt;2. Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan yang ke-52. eh jap. betul lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-5719624746386984763?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5719624746386984763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/keluhan-hatiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5719624746386984763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5719624746386984763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/keluhan-hatiku.html' title='Keluhan Hatiku'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6132478813624942950</id><published>2009-08-29T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:56:09.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream.</title><content type='html'>ohh man, this morning, after sahur, i went back to sleep, then i dream of im going to a prom night, but not really a prom night. i went there with a girl who is my girlfriend in that dream. but in real life, i dont even know her, and dont even know whether is she exist or not. bu what i know is she's a super hot girlfriend,ma. on that night, me and her did not wear tux or dress. i wore a t shirt and short and flops. ala you know, in dreams, not all things are perfect. and she just wore a tank top which is super sexy and a short too. and we sit at the end of that dewa ke apa tah. and i just sit there next to her, and hug her. and my head is on her chest. it was so sweeeeet, man!! and my girlfriend that night,she wear braces.and that makes her looked soo damn  cute. because i love girl who wear braces. ohh and then i kissed her neck. hahaha. but then i suddenly sedar from the dream. damn man! i tak habis lagi bermimpi pun!! and i bangun, and try to sleep back and continue the dream,but i cant, cause i already sedar and not even mamai lagi pun. i was so sad, cause i dont know what's the end of that dream,and what happened to my 'girlfriend' tu. Huuu. Sedihnye. And i dont even get the chance to verify or to confirm or to really know, who was my girlfriend in that dream. if can, i wanna meet her again,in my next dream. or if memang betul2 can, i wanna meet her in real life. baru hebat. okay that's all, my friend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6132478813624942950?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6132478813624942950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6132478813624942950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6132478813624942950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dream.html' title='my dream.'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-5389181408274007754</id><published>2009-08-26T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:17:06.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is wednesday. I just got back home from tuition near jaya jusco tma maluri. i slept at 2.30 a.m last night, so  i am so tired this morning. Hahaha and the best part is,  saya tertidur di dalam kelas tuisyen tadi. Hahaha. the teacher perasan saya tidur, but my cousin tak kejutkan i pun. Hahaha. Damn. That's all. Bubye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-5389181408274007754?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5389181408274007754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5389181408274007754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5389181408274007754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-8493710665480752190</id><published>2009-08-25T07:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:24:22.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Damn Clock.</title><content type='html'>OMG people do you see he clock t the top right corner? Dont you people think it looks so freakin ugly? I mean like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Kenapa dia background putih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. Keapa ada promote2 web lain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. Kenapa dia tak display mengikut citarasaku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4. Kenapa ada pulak Ads Google apa entah tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5. Kenapa clock tu tak stylo milo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. Dah lah tu banyak soneh lah kauu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah see.&lt;br /&gt;Tu jer saya mahu cakapkan. Sudah lah. Mahu berambus dari sini. Til we meet back again, sucka. Hehe. Jangan marah gurau je. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-8493710665480752190?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8493710665480752190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-clock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8493710665480752190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8493710665480752190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-clock.html' title='The Damn Clock.'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-2012434129103935095</id><published>2009-08-25T07:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:15:12.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pak Yung</title><content type='html'>Hello people! It's 7.06 in  the morning. I did not sleep after sahur tadi, terus online jer. Okay, i was reading my old myspace comments just now and saw a comment from my friend, muaz, about a guy name Pak Yung. Haha. He was my form six senior when i was back in form 1. Okay what Im trying to say is, Pak Yung tu, he's a kinda retarded guy. I mean, he does look retarded. Not really retarded, but retarded. Haha. No offense, man. Haha. And i still remember when the FCs want to teach us and improve our voice moves when doing the hakka dance, then one of the FCs, abang atong, he called Pak Yung to go and stand next to him. Then everyone like, freakin laughing, including Pak Yung's friends. HAHAHAHA. but then abg atong marah. Hoho. He said, "korang jangan gelak! pak yung boleh buat lgi bagus drpd korang yg gelak ni". then everybody diam. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story about Pak Yung. Hahaha. Tak tau lah apa Pak Yung tgh buat sekarang. Study or dah kerja. Hahaha, Dia mesti banyak kena buli wherever he goes. Hahaha. Bapak jahat aku. Haha. that's all. Bubye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-2012434129103935095?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2012434129103935095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/pak-yung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2012434129103935095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2012434129103935095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/pak-yung.html' title='Pak Yung'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-651336279073124329</id><published>2009-08-25T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:46:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Thing</title><content type='html'>okay its 1.43 a.m in the morning. I have not sleep yet. But i am going to sleep now. Before that, i would like to remind myself, to post new blog about K shit. Urgh i am totally regret because took this shit. Damn you. Okay thats all. Haha. Nitey nite, everyone. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-651336279073124329?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/651336279073124329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/651336279073124329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/651336279073124329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-thing.html' title='Bad Thing'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-7317950870700910321</id><published>2009-08-24T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:15:27.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day of puasa</title><content type='html'>hello people! today is the third day of puasa, and of course, i can get use with it. duhh you think im 5 years old or something? haha sorry was crapping.  1 more hour to go. not a problem. saya boleh lengahkan masa dengan mengadap laptop tercinta. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7317950870700910321?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7317950870700910321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/3rd-day-of-puasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7317950870700910321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7317950870700910321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/3rd-day-of-puasa.html' title='3rd day of puasa'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6930159636520117579</id><published>2009-08-23T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T03:11:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nur Syafiqah bt Fauzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpA7trVeHNI/AAAAAAAAADA/LLdbO5ZHcJs/s1600-h/190820091946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpA7trVeHNI/AAAAAAAAADA/LLdbO5ZHcJs/s400/190820091946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372860011365932242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, meet my bestfriend, syaff. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6930159636520117579?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6930159636520117579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/nur-syafiqah-bt-fauzi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6930159636520117579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6930159636520117579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/nur-syafiqah-bt-fauzi.html' title='Nur Syafiqah bt Fauzi'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpA7trVeHNI/AAAAAAAAADA/LLdbO5ZHcJs/s72-c/190820091946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-2950884924731344143</id><published>2009-08-23T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:37:25.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift - You're Not Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahh  am so into this song now. Dont know why. It's a very nice song. Haha. It's nothing important about this pun. Just feeling like posting it. Haha. Sorry i did not put in the song, cause i dont even know how to do it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All this time I was wasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoping you would come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been giving out chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everytime and all you do is let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And it's taken me this long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby but I've figured you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And you thinking we'll be fine again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But not this time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You don't have to call anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I won't pick up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is the last straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't want to hurt anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But I don't believe you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Like I did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You're not sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No, no, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Looking so innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I might believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Could have loved you all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you had'nt left me waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And you've got your share of secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm tired of being last to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And now you're asking me to listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause it's worked each time before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But you don't have to call anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I won't pick up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is the last straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't want to hurt anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I don't believe you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Like I did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You're not sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No, no, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You're not sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No, no, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You had me crawling for you honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And it never would have gone away, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You used to shine so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But I watched all of it fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So you don't have to call anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I won't pick up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is the last straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There's nothing left to beg for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But I don't believe you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Like I did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You're not sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No, no, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You're not sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No, no, oh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-2950884924731344143?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2950884924731344143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/taylor-swift-youre-not-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2950884924731344143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2950884924731344143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/taylor-swift-youre-not-sorry.html' title='Taylor Swift - You&apos;re Not Sorry'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-9058188814044016965</id><published>2009-08-23T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:04:59.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby sara syakira ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAcTheoyfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cgjnel-60o0/s1600-h/My+lil+sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAcTheoyfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cgjnel-60o0/s320/My+lil+sis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372825477182966258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAcTBz6W0I/AAAAAAAAACw/3iF-VlSdrJg/s1600-h/DSC00922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAcTBz6W0I/AAAAAAAAACw/3iF-VlSdrJg/s320/DSC00922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372825468682263362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAcS-Z1tfI/AAAAAAAAACo/zhJ5BdGKRVs/s1600-h/DSC00923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAcS-Z1tfI/AAAAAAAAACo/zhJ5BdGKRVs/s320/DSC00923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372825467767600626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha meet my little baby, Sara Syakira. She's 1 years old on this December 12 2009. whee. actually, she is my friend, syabeck's litle sister. haha. im so happy with sara, that i acted like she is my little sister. haha. it's because i love and want a baby sister, just like syabeck. haha. whatever it is, me and sara are SIBLINGS. HAHA yeah you wish that happen, aish. haha. That's all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-9058188814044016965?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/9058188814044016965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-baby-sara-syakira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/9058188814044016965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/9058188814044016965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-baby-sara-syakira.html' title='my baby sara syakira ;)'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAcTheoyfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cgjnel-60o0/s72-c/My+lil+sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-7473286879845267740</id><published>2009-08-22T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:10:05.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mini.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAXpBA0SJI/AAAAAAAAACg/yY7dvu951Gs/s1600-h/300720081150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAXpBA0SJI/AAAAAAAAACg/yY7dvu951Gs/s320/300720081150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372820348866939026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh this is kinda an old picture. this superb car used to be with us. but then we have to sell i back, because my mom dont like it, cause she can't drive it, because it's a manual car. hahaha. this picture was take before me and my brother send it back to it's place.  ahh. supercharged. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7473286879845267740?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7473286879845267740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7473286879845267740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7473286879845267740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mini.html' title='my mini.'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SpAXpBA0SJI/AAAAAAAAACg/yY7dvu951Gs/s72-c/300720081150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-881133963968490376</id><published>2009-08-22T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:45:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Al Mubarak</title><content type='html'>Hello people. It's bee awhile I did not post any blogs. I've been quite busy and lazy lately. Sorry. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay bulan puasa a.k.a fating month just arrived. haha. i hope this year's ramadhan will be better than the past ramadhan. insyaAllah. tu je lah. haha. korang puasa lah penuh penuh ye.  haha. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-881133963968490376?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/881133963968490376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-al-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/881133963968490376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/881133963968490376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-al-mubarak.html' title='Ramadhan Al Mubarak'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-8359811433612086705</id><published>2009-08-12T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:48:01.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sazzish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SoLjVGdgxMI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Hxs8dhF1W4/s1600-h/aishsazzy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SoLjVGdgxMI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Hxs8dhF1W4/s320/aishsazzy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369103657430205634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, meet my girl. haha,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-8359811433612086705?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8359811433612086705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/sazzish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8359811433612086705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8359811433612086705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/sazzish.html' title='sazzish'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SoLjVGdgxMI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Hxs8dhF1W4/s72-c/aishsazzy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-556507867714740144</id><published>2009-08-12T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:32:29.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SoLbwYi-5nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UOwIqQkVgWY/s1600-h/DSC_3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SoLbwYi-5nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UOwIqQkVgWY/s320/DSC_3205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369095330048435826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at this girl. she's superbly cute. i like her so much. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kakak&lt;/span&gt; asked me to do this pose. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. super nice. she's so cute and lovely. but at that time she had fever. so she's not really having fun and all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. oh by the way, her name is jasmine. how cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-556507867714740144?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/556507867714740144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-at-this-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/556507867714740144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/556507867714740144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-at-this-girl.html' title='jasmine'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SoLbwYi-5nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UOwIqQkVgWY/s72-c/DSC_3205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-8089008659109739894</id><published>2009-08-12T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:48:44.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloy</title><content type='html'>halloyo everyone. sorry i didnt post blogs lately. i've been busy. and jarang online. so,im fine,currently. and i will post a picture from aidah's reception @ sime darby tu okay. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-8089008659109739894?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8089008659109739894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/halloy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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etc.&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from kampung at 745pm tadi. damn im tired. but still infront of this laptop. hahaha. today, afternoon tadi, we the family buat kenduri tahlil for our beloved atok, Hj Kamarudin. i was so sad when i think back of atok. okay dah. lepas tu, after the kenduri had settled, i took a nap for a while than wake up and go back home. ahh malasnya nak tulis panjang2. hehe. sorry guys, tonite im tired. haha. that;s all about the kenduri  tahlil. haha. oh  btw, tomorow is the reception or something,of the Aidah and Izrin's @ the sime darby convention center. i dont even know where the hell the place is. haha will post new pictures and blogs. thank you for reading and goodnight(macam pembaca berita lah pula) hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-5601831029489752581?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-5760506268635353957</id><published>2009-08-08T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:53:27.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jackson 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;life of a party by jackson 5. haha Jacko was in that group when he was young. haha. the parts of the lyric that i know are 'life of a party life of a party' and 'all you gotta do'. hahahh tu je yang saya tau. it's a nice song though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e8c10922fe66ea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6238542871338115337</id><published>2009-08-06T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:58:51.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell o</title><content type='html'>hello holla.&lt;br /&gt; sorry for didn't pst any blog for a few days ago. was busy with my so called 'beloved' exam. add math's paper was damn tough. i already covered the coordinate geometry's that night, but it didn't works. damnit. haihh. english test was quite easy. and i gtg sleep. bubyhe. will post new blog later. thanks for reading my lame blogs. haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;e!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6238542871338115337?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6238542871338115337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hell-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6238542871338115337'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUw26ArejI/AAAAAAAAACI/qgpaC-cOYI0/s1600-h/DSC_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUw26ArejI/AAAAAAAAACI/qgpaC-cOYI0/s320/DSC_1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365248250924988978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty peektures, the photographers of the akad nikah's night. thanks to them . :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7915075729872763488?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7915075729872763488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-peektures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7915075729872763488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7915075729872763488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-peektures.html' title='pretty peektures'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUw26ArejI/AAAAAAAAACI/qgpaC-cOYI0/s72-c/DSC_1402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6314276713208053599</id><published>2009-08-02T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:05:34.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet alyssa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUtsLvgXKI/AAAAAAAAACA/QGEau_uTNN0/s1600-h/DSC_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUtsLvgXKI/AAAAAAAAACA/QGEau_uTNN0/s320/DSC_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365244768171351202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaah this little girl is *alyssa. she is 5 years old i think. and she's so adorable. so cute. haha. on the wedding dat, she wore  nice purple dress. and she looks so cutee  on that day. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry i might have spelled her name wrongly. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6314276713208053599?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6314276713208053599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-elisha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6314276713208053599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6314276713208053599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-elisha.html' title='meet alyssa'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUtsLvgXKI/AAAAAAAAACA/QGEau_uTNN0/s72-c/DSC_1378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6282020964491152767</id><published>2009-08-02T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:05:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet nini :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUsCSXaaeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EPHV4kWr7C0/s1600-h/DSC_1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUsCSXaaeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EPHV4kWr7C0/s320/DSC_1376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365242948883212770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet nini, my anak sedara. she is so cute. she studies in a chinese school. she's in standard five now. i love it when she speaks in malay. because it sounds like a chinese girl is talking, i mean dia punya 'slang' or whatever you people calls it, lain sikit. so macam chinese girl lah yg cakap. it was so cute. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6282020964491152767?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6282020964491152767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-8756972874610705194</id><published>2009-08-02T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:52:03.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hantaran = bally bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUo36vwmZI/AAAAAAAAABw/XTzEiKaRTCc/s1600-h/DSC_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUo36vwmZI/AAAAAAAAABw/XTzEiKaRTCc/s320/DSC_1369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365239472209303954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bally bag.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. damn nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-8756972874610705194?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8756972874610705194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hantaran-bally-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8756972874610705194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/8756972874610705194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hantaran-bally-bag.html' title='hantaran = bally bag'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUo36vwmZI/AAAAAAAAABw/XTzEiKaRTCc/s72-c/DSC_1369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-7741838466048859320</id><published>2009-08-02T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:45:35.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hantaran = playstation 3 (PS3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUnvo_dOzI/AAAAAAAAABo/hRNnJVAPGN4/s1600-h/DSC_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUnvo_dOzI/AAAAAAAAABo/hRNnJVAPGN4/s320/DSC_1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365238230492724018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg! i want this i want this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7741838466048859320?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7741838466048859320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hantaran-playstation-3-ps3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7741838466048859320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7741838466048859320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hantaran-playstation-3-ps3.html' title='hantaran = playstation 3 (PS3)'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUnvo_dOzI/AAAAAAAAABo/hRNnJVAPGN4/s72-c/DSC_1367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-412368115073344149</id><published>2009-08-02T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:28:11.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hantaran = burberry watch, bally wallet and belt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUjhb9_owI/AAAAAAAAABY/sSMPOBQ0m-E/s1600-h/DSC_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUjhb9_owI/AAAAAAAAABY/sSMPOBQ0m-E/s320/DSC_1363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365233588432249602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is the hantaran of burberry watch, bally wallet and bally belt. man they were expensive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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belt'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUjhb9_owI/AAAAAAAAABY/sSMPOBQ0m-E/s72-c/DSC_1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6731648954343677341</id><published>2009-08-02T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:03:21.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hantaran = burberry watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUdcgoj8cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/29LcdQtOrMs/s1600-h/DSC_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUdcgoj8cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/29LcdQtOrMs/s320/DSC_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365226906715419074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is the burberry watch. mann,i am so jealous with it. for me, this watch is so expensive. oh and this is the hantaran rom pihak perempuan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6731648954343677341?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6731648954343677341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hantaran-burberry-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-6162347972813976699</id><published>2009-08-02T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:05:06.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hantaran = engagement ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUbF8LjYZI/AAAAAAAAABI/h7JbLKsK8-4/s1600-h/DSC_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUbF8LjYZI/AAAAAAAAABI/h7JbLKsK8-4/s320/DSC_1359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365224319949693330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the engagement ring. it is so beautiful! and then,one of my aunties  asked me to sit near to the ring and watch them, because she afraid that maybe someone will steal the ring. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6162347972813976699?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6162347972813976699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-engagement-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6162347972813976699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6162347972813976699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-engagement-ring.html' title='hantaran = engagement ring'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUbF8LjYZI/AAAAAAAAABI/h7JbLKsK8-4/s72-c/DSC_1359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-1480741005748584867</id><published>2009-08-02T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:40:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aidah and farrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUXU44vv1I/AAAAAAAAABA/rWJt1t4GqB4/s1600-h/DSC_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUXU44vv1I/AAAAAAAAABA/rWJt1t4GqB4/s320/DSC_1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365220178717032274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and this is the photo of aidah and my so called beloved farrah. i took this photo. and isnt they just adorable? hahaha. farrah loves to do that kind of post.&lt;/span&gt; i dont know why. -_-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-1480741005748584867?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1480741005748584867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUXU44vv1I/AAAAAAAAABA/rWJt1t4GqB4/s72-c/DSC_1253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-7530311317068031814</id><published>2009-08-02T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:45:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zarith 'aidah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUT_GUHQKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/a2RQ_CH7LqQ/s1600-h/DSC_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnUT_GUHQKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/a2RQ_CH7LqQ/s320/DSC_1200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365216505829474466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAA! this is zarith 'aidah, the bride of the wedding. she is my anak sedara. she's so cute. this picture  was captured by farrah in the kak long azra's room. aidah just woke up from sleep i think. haha. okay i will upload some more pictures. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7530311317068031814?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7530311317068031814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/tadaa-this-is-zarith-aidah-bride-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7530311317068031814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7530311317068031814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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woke up from sleep. td macam nak demam,but then after mandi,i felt better. yayy me. :P . haha. okay dah2 jgn merapu. im going to write about aidah's wedding  from this morning until this evening. soo damn freakin tired. haha. okay the wedding was super fine. everything's perfect. thank god. and lots of girls there. including aidah's friends such as husna,iman,KD and lily. they're hot. haha. ohh then sazzy and nash came. sazzy looked soo cutee. haha and lots of people there. sazzy and my dad we're the MCs. then zeyna ibrahim and her family came. all of them have the same face. and mata sepet. haha. zeyna was so cute and one of her elder sister looked very very beautiful. oh oh and there were lots of babies i saw. haha. and the most important thing, the pengantin look very very nice,beautiful,adorable and handsome. hope the will lasts forever. amin. hehe. and oh i saw 3 very freakin beautiful cars. 1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ferrari 360 Modena&lt;/span&gt;. 2. Mercedes Benz Kompressor 3.2 Black Series. 3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;H3 Hummer&lt;/span&gt;. damn, i love cars. haha. the mercedes, it was the first time i saw it in KL, perhaps Malaysia. haha. and the 360 Modena, it's engine was super super fierce. i was very jealous with the owner of the car. haha. he's 33 years ld,single, and a datuk. isnt it just not fair? i mean like, he's single but already a datuk. damn. haha. oh i almost forgot, last nite during aidah's akad nikah, Jay Jay the singer was there with his wife, along with her cousins i think,both of them were hot. one of them,who i think is younger than the other, was like an emo kid. cause her hair looks like one and her eyeliner or whatever it is,was like so tebal. but she's still looks good. and hot. but she's quite tall. and her nose is so mancung. haha. oh and just now at the weddig, kak ayin and bella were there. kak ayin has been demam since last 3 days if im not mistake, so she looked not really well just now. and pale. hehe. bella looked beautiful. she had wore braces for the past 3months i think. cute when she smiled. hehe. okay thats all. PANJANGNYA karangan i ni. hahaha. man, im so tired. tomorow i wil go to izrin's hpuse in bukit jelutong. but we go there around 3.30pm. so i still have some more time to rest. haha. bubyeee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-6103488203020439529?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6103488203020439529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/aidahs-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6103488203020439529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/6103488203020439529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/aidahs-wedding.html' title='aidah&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-7795719178439553419</id><published>2009-08-01T01:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:26:09.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='again.'/><title type='text'>aidah's akad nikah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;helloo.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i am so tired.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;just got back from aidah's house. so freakin tired. i captured &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; pictures today. banyak kan? haha. oh and just now i saw sazzy falak and zeyna ibrahim. they're hot. sazzy's more gorgeous and cute. haha i'll upload some of the pictures later. cause now i gotta charge adam's camera and ayah's videocam for tomorow. then im going to sleep. tomorow i have to wake up at 8am. waahh.it's so early. dang. okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;chiowz astalavista bebeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7795719178439553419?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7795719178439553419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/aidahs-akad-nikah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7795719178439553419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7795719178439553419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/08/aidahs-akad-nikah.html' title='aidah&apos;s akad nikah'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-1011359199358690211</id><published>2009-07-31T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:23:48.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going to bathroom'/><title type='text'>sicko</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hello everybody! todY IS FRIDAY. LATER I WILL GO FOR SOLAT JUMAAT. my throat is killing me! ohmygod. somebody help me! . haha. no seriously, it's really painful. damnit. tonite is aidah's akad nikah kot. haha. oh and im going to borrow adam's camera. hopefully he will let me borrow it. please please please. haha. okay i gtg. i have to take my bath. smelly me. haha byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-1011359199358690211?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1011359199358690211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/sicko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1011359199358690211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1011359199358690211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/sicko.html' title='sicko'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-1046691881793533976</id><published>2009-07-31T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:01:32.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my room le.'/><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;12.53am, i just got back from my nephew's house. she's getting married this saturday. so i am going to be very busy from tomorow until sunday. WOW. haha. i thought i will help them once i got there, bu then i did not help them pun. just helping abang fadhil je tadi. then kak julia,abang fadhil,nini and me went to jumma. abg fad was hungry, so we went there for supper. haha. i ate kerang bakar. kinda interesting kan? haha. i seldom eat kerang actually. haha. after that we went back to aidah's place. then i met mama and ayah and kakak. kakak decided to sleepover at aidah's. so mama ayah and me went back home. tada, now im sitting in front of this laptop.haha okaay im off to bed. goodnight. urgh im so sleepy. nitee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-1046691881793533976?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1046691881793533976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1046691881793533976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/1046691881793533976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-2053308257827361078</id><published>2009-07-30T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:25:36.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where else?'/><title type='text'>favourites?</title><content type='html'>hola hello hii hey. i have my all time favourite songs, which are better in time by Leona lewis and neglected by Katharine McPhee. i love them and never get bored with them. haha. oh and now i kind of love to listen to fearless by Taylor Swift. i first heard it on biah's blog page, just now. it was nice. haha ohmygod, i think this flu yg hinggap on my nose is getting worse. plus, i can feel the panas on my forehead, my a sign that im going to have fever. yikes,  dear fever dont come to me please. hahaha. goodbye. oh and later i will post a new blog, good one i thik. later guys, need to eat and rest. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-2053308257827361078?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2053308257827361078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/hola-hello-hii-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2053308257827361078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/2053308257827361078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/hola-hello-hii-hey.html' title='favourites?'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-932834221296875840</id><published>2009-07-30T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:34:31.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>not really a good day</title><content type='html'>hii. just got back from school. i am so tired. and hungry. i already ate burger on my way back home just now, but still hungry. I NEED MORE FOOD! haha kidding. i had flu since yesterday, so most of the time i sleep, in school. Puan Adila asked me to go home, i said its okay, wanna stay in school,habis. haha. oh and tadi masa dekat sekolah, Puan Adila asked megat adam where has he been, because he did ot went to school for three days straight, so megat was kind of speechless kejap. then i answered for him, "teacher, megat kata schools for fools" hahaha. then arif johan who was sitting besides me, laughed. and teacher looked at me i in the 'hei-budak-i-aku-sepak-karang' kind-of face. haha. dah, thats all, folks. bubye. have a nice day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-932834221296875840?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/932834221296875840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-really-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/932834221296875840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/932834221296875840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-really-good-day.html' title='not really a good day'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-7389619209204669709</id><published>2009-07-29T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:02:47.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nitey nite, everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's 10.55pm now, it is still early to sleep. But im sleepy, mybe because of this selesema. sigh. oh tadi kan, masa tu dekat masjid jamek,ada budak at john pandang slack dekat i. what's his problem? i dont know. i wore my rugby jersey. maybe he's st john's rugger, and yesterday we beat them. so maybe dia marah. haha. whatever, i dont give a damn about it. just telling you guys. haha. off to bed i guess. goodnight. sweetdreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-7389619209204669709?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7389619209204669709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/nitey-nite-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7389619209204669709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/7389619209204669709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/nitey-nite-everyone.html' title='nitey nite, everyone.'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-8468504100781081405</id><published>2009-07-29T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:22:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxelana and Datin Maimun</title><content type='html'>Okay i would like to talk about my sejarah teacher, Datin Maimun.  she talked about the history of turkeys or something, i don't remember. but then i read her book about the history of this place caled 'topilana' or something like that, then there was a picture of a woman, named Roxelana.  her name was very beautiful, to me. so i write her name in my pencil case, so that i wont forget it. haha. and there,i put her name in my blog. i bet Roxelana must be proud of me because i put her name in my blog,but she's dead already. i guess.  so tak ada beza pun. dah. oh and one more thing, i skipped Datin's class this morning. and i regret it, because she gave free chocolates to al the students in the class. damn. haha. the chocolate's name is 'patchi'. it smells nice. oh that's all. i gtg, my brother wants to use his laptop. will be back around 11pm, maybe. daa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Maimun'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442522633989837022.post-999460643931171935</id><published>2009-07-29T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:56:13.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sicko'/><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>It's 8.48pm, i had selesema soon as i woke up from sllep just now. i slept after i got home from school, for about 2hours. i woke up and tadaa, i had selesema. i bersin many times, and my tekak is killing me. sakit tekak and selesema. badd. okay gtg. later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Im 16 years old. I just create this blog, because some of my friends have blogs. So i made mine. What I like about blogs is that, I can log in everyday and express my feelings through it. It only takes around 10 minutes to do a short blog about how was my day. So, it's good. That's all, Im going to do  another one tonite. Bubye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442522633989837022-5061151239386069361?l=aishpunyastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5061151239386069361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5061151239386069361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442522633989837022/posts/default/5061151239386069361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishpunyastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay.html' title='okay!'/><author><name>aish?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121616844998963670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx-B0ZF1YSo/SnFgkWhd0eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aforwN5CnH8/S220/~Mc31000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
