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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AMR3czfip7ImA9WhRaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947496968221738516</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:23:06.986+08:00</updated><category term="cooking" /><category term="hygiene" /><category term="racism" /><category term="exam" /><category term="haters" /><category term="student exchange" /><category term="party." /><category term="assholes" /><category term="trust" /><category term="women and kitchen" /><category term="views" /><category term="holiday" /><category term="gay club. gay. fun. clubbing. pervert. gay friend. partyhard" /><category term="cigarettes" /><category term="rexona" /><category term="world" /><category term="rawwr" /><category term="general" /><category term="men vs women" /><category term="law fac gossip" /><category term="life" /><category term="nivea" /><category term="cool" /><category term="pekerjaan semasa cuti" /><category term="backstabber" /><category term="awesome life" /><category term="people" /><category term="cute dinosaour" /><category term="deodorant" /><category term="promises" /><category term="food" /><category term="jealous" /><category term="study" /><category term="smoking" /><category term="dinosaour" /><category term="rawwr means i love you" /><category term="single. forever alone. memes. desperate.  fat. gossips." /><category term="indonesia" /><category term="kitchen joke" /><category term="past" /><category term="law student" /><category term="friendship. annoying orange. group work. growing up." /><category term="gateaway" /><category term="friends" /><title>.forever alone.</title><subtitle type="html">this blog contain explicit language and behavioural expression that may be offensive to some readers. yet, the contain might be entertaining for some.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://damnitssophie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://damnitssophie.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>prosecutor.in.making</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00429867283988840860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="11" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts95gFyLLVE/TusC9NC7mLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XSpOEL-BkIM/s220/154159_180217085322447_100000024695141_630533_2887067_n-vert.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/figurativelyspeakingofme" /><feedburner:info uri="figurativelyspeakingofme" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADQHsyeyp7ImA9WhRUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947496968221738516.post-4752366066796598346</id><published>2012-01-30T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:32:51.593+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T10:32:51.593+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gateaway" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="study" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="student exchange" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indonesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="law student" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awesome life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>.there'a no fun in study isn't it?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;people never seem to get the idea of having fun and study in the same pretext. fun and study are always viewed as a totally contrasting subjects no matter how one want to put it.&lt;br /&gt;
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the reason i am updating this short post is not to give my views or reasons why i think differently or just simply agreeing with the matter i put forward. i am simply making an announcement on why i wouldn't be able to update maybe in the coming 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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i am actually in a student exchange programme in Indonesia. YES, while most of my peers spending their lovely end semester break, i am stuck under a faculty programme in Indonesia. nevertheless, none of can say i am not having fun here. juts because i am under the faculty programme.&lt;br /&gt;
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yes it is a student exchange programme but not necessarily i am studying the whole 3 weeks. i am actually having so much fun. instead of a study trip, it is more of a field trip where we got the chance to go around places and island. so who's laughing now? *point finger at myself&lt;br /&gt;
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we had been in a few place already so... ehem. anyway, there will be quite a few academic activities but mostly it going to be fun except for the lectures. who would enjpy lectures anyway?&lt;br /&gt;
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plus, this is a fully sponsored trip. who would give you a sponsored trip for one month in other country to have fun? please. even if you won any prizes most it will be 3 days 2 nights. no one can beat mine. HAH! take that.&lt;br /&gt;
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and oh, i am a millionaire here :) HAHA. and no, not all the stuff in indonesia is that cheap cause i know what you're thinking. so, i think that will be it. so back to my first question, is there any fun in studying after all?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/9804/lol3h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/9804/lol3h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;''baby girl, make me some sandwich!" le boyfriend playing Sykrim.&lt;br /&gt;
"why don't you?" le gf reading ze book.&lt;br /&gt;
"because you have no penises"&lt;br /&gt;
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assholes.&lt;br /&gt;
why does woman will always be the one to cook? why must a woman KNOW how to cook? if a guy doesn't know how to change a light bulb, people still makes excuses for them and when a woman doesn't know hwo to cook it seems like a mortal sin. &lt;br /&gt;
what irritates me the most is, if a woman doesn't know how to cook, she does not fit to marry YET or worst, not a suitable wife etc etc. i mean, daffuuuqq? who made the rules that women must COOK? who made it rules that women must stay in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;
back in 500 b.c, the homo sapiens live in caves that doesn't have kitchen and stuff. the guys prepares dinner by roasting the animals they hunt. men and women COOK equally.&lt;br /&gt;
guys too should know how to cook. what if suddenly your wife fall sick and cannot move out of bed? are you going to eat outside till she gets better? or would you get a maid? &lt;br /&gt;
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MAID COOK ALL THE FOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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the point here is, MEN TOO SHOULD know how to COOK. what's wrong with cooking? cause cooking is for pussies? puh-lease. there are lots of great chef out there, which most of them are men. some why don't you? boling water is NOT considered as cooking. preparing instant noodle too. well, frying eggs...... not to bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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what i am trying to say is, women and kitchen does not correlate together. not like men and ashholes. they correlate perfectly. see what i did there? heh.&lt;br /&gt;
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moving on to the next point, i honestly find it annoying when people cannot keep their mouth off. i mean, just because you knew things about doesn't mean you can tell the others about it. especially those who are too narrow minded and judgemental. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;
well, congratulation on being stamped as a know-it-all but there's no need being greedy for spread-it-all awards. &lt;br /&gt;
it annoys the hell out of me. &lt;br /&gt;
why people keep tellng stories behind me, i have no idea. get a life. ugh. honestly, just say what you want in front of me. there's no need to spread stupid news about me behind my back. JUST BECAUSE I CAN DO THINGS YOU CAN'T doesn't give you the right to spread things you know about it.&lt;br /&gt;
you are just freaking JEALOUS of my awesomeness. so what if i enjoy myself going places you doesn't have the courage to go or juts to keep up to your reputation? does it save you from hell? or not.&lt;br /&gt;
i live my live like how i want it to be. HATERS GONNA HATE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files-cdn.formspring.me/photos/20111025/n4ea6e3ef9b88b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://files-cdn.formspring.me/photos/20111025/n4ea6e3ef9b88b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so what if spend all my money on shoes? does it bothers you? did i ask for your money? did i dumped all the shoes on your face? oh i would love that.&lt;br /&gt;
you have no right to tell the other about the story of my life. i don't need cheap and free agent like you for my fame. please. i have my agents. i pay them. so please. or i have to put arrow to your knee.&lt;br /&gt;
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RAWRRRR is NOT i love you in dinosaur language. it never has. never will. no one even knows if they even sounded like that. how if they actually can speak like human or squeal like a pig or even meowing like the cat.what if it actually means fuck you?&lt;br /&gt;
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if you ever watch jurassic park, does the dinosaour looks like it loves you when it rawr-ing before chasing you and eat YOU? oh sure it does. like me. I LOVE MY FOOD AND I ATE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;
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well, every predator love their food.&lt;br /&gt;
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well, let's move on from that. this crap is not the reason why i made this post. what i want to ramble is about, "the past shall remain the past"&lt;br /&gt;
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this is dedicated to all those who are sitting for exam *hint : &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;myself&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* the feeling after walking out of the torture hall doesn't and cannot be considered as grateful or relief especially when you know you did not do well. for example when you had swapped the case name like a boss or you forgot the principle of the case or you REALIZED actually your understanding of the case was DIFFERENT from majority of your friends RIGHT after you step out of the exam hall. or worst, you didn't remember a single case. *sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;
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yet, all these are not worth remembered. it shall remain the past. i won't elaborate more on why you should because.... you'll get more stress than you already are now. HAHA.you might start to think, why oh why why why didn't i study earlier and those along the same line.&lt;br /&gt;
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the past shall remain the past and let it be a history you never want to repeat. ahem *note to self. this is only a shot post :) so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
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tooodleessss babiesss :) *flips hair and leave dramatically!&lt;br /&gt;
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me; a combo of a fat and #foreveralone moves. how cool can i get? psssh. well, actually not that i am sorry for myself that i am a SINGLE lady now it just that lately i feel recently everyone think i am desperate for a boyfriend *roll eyes* FYI, i am not. i am awesome the way i am now. &lt;br /&gt;
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is it because i've been chanting how this specific guy is SO cool *ehem* because he play this specific instrument doesn't mean i like him as in more than a friendly liking. that is instrumentalist! that is the same as saying i like to smell my own fart just because i keep on pressing that my fart smells like lavender *it does. HAHAHAHAH*&lt;br /&gt;
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i do admit that sometimes when you the people around you either in a relationship or hooking up (minus those who either enganged and married) and you sat there looking pathetic and alone it sucks. it really does.the love is in the air around them but the air around you filled with loneliness and depression. imagine a bread that suddenly get this one patch of mold on it. and yes, the mold is you. it ruins the whole mood.&lt;br /&gt;
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people will start feeling sorry for you and told you that you are still young and yaddaa yaddaa yaddaaa. you'll find someone soon or someone will eventually come and propose you. you gotta to be kidding me. telling the single people all those stuff will make them feel worst. no shit. its the same as pouring a 10 gallons of oil into a raging fire of depression. it won't make it better but worst. so stop saying all those stupid stuff. it hurts not healing.&lt;br /&gt;
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and those who already leave the #singleclub please don't be all lovey dovey in front of us. YES, we are jealous. who could blame us? we are lonely, depressed, single but NOT desperate and needy nor lusty *perhaps a little? HAHAHAH. ahem. the point here is, please respect us, the AWESOME. you might become our topic to be pissed on. well, we too are human and can be bitch you know *flips hair.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://troll.me/images/me-gusta-princess-peach/y-u-no-like-me-ipretty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://troll.me/images/me-gusta-princess-peach/y-u-no-like-me-ipretty.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;how GORGEOUS we are don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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not being vain or anything, it just that when i was in a relationship, there are guys who will hint on me but when i am single, NONE are.&lt;br /&gt;
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guys logic;&lt;br /&gt;
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well, maybe i am exeggearting a BIT but you got my point. and true that, guys find a girl a lot hotter when she is in a relationship. why? because there's more thrill to it. hard to get. #lesson1 be hard to get and pretend you have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;
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and oh, the memes can be use in the facebook chat!!!! i no lie!&lt;br /&gt;
you can get it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://9gag.com/gag/1246462?ref=fb-share" target="_blank"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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bai bai &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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people, calm your tities! well, only if you have TWO. bahaha. *ignore my joke attempt. for those who doesn't have tities... then calm your........ penises? BHAHAHAHAHHA. oh god, my lame jokes worth it. sob sob. proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before you start on making all those stupid and controversial assumptions and CIRCULATING news about this blogspot, please, please, open up your horizons of thoughts. are you going to stay this *point your whole body*&amp;nbsp; er.... lame for the rest of your life? making other poeple life miserable when one wants to enjoy them? puh lease. get a freaking life people.&amp;nbsp; i owe you nothing but YOU owe me every-freaking-thing. *don't ask me where the hell did that come from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; this post is actually to give you a few simple yet reasonable REASONS why WHY gay club are better for all those women out there to go rather than all those straight club. well, with exception for the some extreme AFFECTION display you'll see there. not that it's gross but er.. you'll understand. some of them might even look cuter than the couple you'd see daily *hint: i know what you're thinking and the answer? i leave it all up to your unlimited pervert-loves-gossips imagination. *cue:imagination movers theme song* lame lame. BAHHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;99.9 %&amp;nbsp;  of the guys the guys who went there won't try to get into your pants or some other sexual ways to relief their pervert desire.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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well, hello? that's the reason why it is called a gay club not mere CLUB. pshhhh *roll eyes* gay won't attracted to women like you and me. pshhhh. well, except for lesbians which if you include them too BUT lesbians are far more faithful to their partner then those straight one. well, maybe JUST maybe they know their species are endangered *lame joke attempt hor. no harm mean!* so, no worries. no one will make a stupid moves on you even when you sit there waiting your friends to get the drinks and you become the table reserver *woman NOT man* the gays are actually more friendly than the girls. believe me, i KNOW this from experience. *not necessarily from GAYCLUB for god sake. and they are more fun to be with! GAY friends FTW! well, up untill you rage a war againt them though and REMEMBER they are GUYS. your reputation will shattered quickly than a quick sand when you have problems with guys especially GAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;fun, excitiment and all about FUN.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;with respect of my first reason, i hereby announce that, WE CAN PARTY ALL NIGHTTTTTTT!!!!!! i mean, there's no need for you to control all your attempt flirting to very single guy in the room *fail fail fail* i mean why should you even in the first place. if you want to make a move, choose la other place. the reason why to go to gay club is to have fun i mean REAL fun *dance,laugh etc which ever come to your puny mind* without worrying the male species. but REMEMBER! every time you want to go to club, remember to bring boy friendS not your boyfriend but BOY-----FRIENDDDDDDs. for your safety too. one can never know what gonna happen. you can dance like nobody's bussiness. laugh like there's no tomorrow. being silly without worrying no guys will make moves on you *well DUH* and party LIKE A BOSS! WOHOOOOO!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;you can dance with the cute GUYS *not just CUTE BUT HOT*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq23t3GeT61qh96vho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq23t3GeT61qh96vho1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;putting aside the fact that they are gays, MOST of the clubbers will be either, cute, handsome, hot, sexy or might all of the above!!! *drool* so you can brag that some hotties dance with you last night which is entirely trues but putting aside that they are gay and have some interest in you which is obvious. you can dance with them without being called a slut because you wont even have 90% of chance to have them. pshhh. *the other 10% just in case you are lucky enough they are BI. BAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, i know my reasons are not that erm.. how should i put it, more reasonable? BUT you get the whole idea.... right? it is for FUN you sucker. pshhh! get a life~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;babai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"what orangeeee? *roll eyes*"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"how do you know which is bottom?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"bottom? what bottom?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"your bottom. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;do you know what annoying mean? as in literally? nope? guess, what. it is best describe by the following criteria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;people who doesn't do their work.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;these *disgusted face* people should rot. i mean, you've been given your job, ESPECIALLY group works, and then YOU do not do your work. hoping some fucking kind samaritan to do it for you by giving some totally&amp;nbsp; lame excuses as in not enough time, i have to much work, yadaa yadaa yadaa. guess what, we take the same course, given the same work, participate in the same activities and YET i can finish my job in TIME and you don't and gave those super LAME excuses. surprise surprise! maybe i used a totally different watch that gives me another 5 hours extra per day so instead of 24/7 like yours, mine will be 29/190. and that's why i have extra TIME not only to do my f part but also YOURS. how convenient. and even the smallest details you couldn't do and expect me to do everything. after failing to complete your part, you also fail to even contribute to at least edit the compilation *YES also done by me and partner* and even expect the other member to lick your armpits in case it grows mushrooms. *gag*. so yeah, that is one example to illustrate annoying-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;people who doesn't value their friends.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
if the above should rot, THIS, should throw themselves in a raging fire. not that we want you to give us money, skirts, make ups, parfumes, shoes or bags *but we'll appreciate it* but at least show some appreciation. what? are we like a problem sponge? only when you have all those problems then you come looking for us. when you need something then you come running like a freaking horse with weird sound *AHHHHEEHEHEEHHEHE* to get it from us? or WHEN YOU FREAKING DON'T HAVE OTHER FRIENDS THEN YOU COME TO FIND US AS THE LAST RESORT? or even when you don't have the attention of your LOVER or when you are SINGLe then you realize our existence? and oh, when YOU need a freaking companion to color your dull life?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;u&gt;who makes other people feel bad of themselves and others.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
simple: ANIMAL.ungrateful.bully.low self-esteem.ANIMAL.bastard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. &lt;u&gt;people rants on stupid things.POSERS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
oh yeah, you got me there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
bye!&lt;br /&gt;
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some common answers will be:&lt;br /&gt;
1. where are his family??&lt;br /&gt;
2. pshhhh. probably some beggar.&lt;br /&gt;
3. didn't see anyone and walk past through.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
how many of you actually going to help the old man? if it is me, i might be thinking twice maybe thrice well most probably not helping. well are you? it's not about the lack of morals or the decreasing value of humanity among the human race nowadays. it's just there's so much things going on in this world that it is so hard for you to actually trust people easily.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the accessibility of news nowadays actually giving us the advantage to understand how things really work now. to understand people is to understand the way the world works now. to survive. how are you going to survive if to trust people so easily can be a disadvantage? some people are just to vulnerable when it comes to people. especially when it come to children and old people. i do have tender hearts for these two but my not so-innocent knowledge about this un-virgin world do help me to survive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the deteroriating value of trust in this time of life have somewhat drag along many other good values that one might find in others if just trust is valued as it was before. the mysteries in life, the beauty in friendship and the adventure in every new person we know might surprise more than we expect. how do you value trust depends on you entirely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
for me, as long as you keep your promises, i can trust you. but to trust you well enough is another story. i admit that i had not been able to keep some promise that i made but i tried to make it up to them. but what i regret most was, the chances that was blown away together with the promises i couldn't keep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
a not so wise man told me, trust is so fragile you know, once you broke mine towards you, i would never going to trust you again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so, lesson learnt. even though such er, wise words was never expected from him, but i believe those words really come from him =.= sorry man.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey smoothies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Your teeth is kind a yellow-ish... somehow remind me of apple caramel. delicious. NOT."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Your breath smells remind me of last night leftover.........."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"you turn me off. literally"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, these are some of the things i wish i had the courage to say to some of the irresponsible smoker in non-smoking area to get them understand how they annoyed me. to my understanding as a normal non-smoking being, a non-smoking area do mean no smoking. as in, NO. SMOKING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;should i continue being patient with this people who doesn't know the difference between a non-smoking and a smoking area? maybe the tar and all those chemical stuff inside the cigaratte causing a significant effects towards their brain to actually decrease their capability to think and register what they received into their neurons. illiterate and dumb. pshh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;move on. oh this is another thing i wonder the most. unique body odour. i shouldn't call it smelly or salty or whatever you can describe it as it might offends some people. do they ever smell themselves and think even JUST for a moment that are there any invention that can help me to curb my unique smelling body. *sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;guys are the one who usually having this problem despite of races and beliefs. well, age do actually contribute to this problem and make it even worse. some women actually smell highly interesting too but it is in our nature to be more attentive to such thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;why why why why?do even for a minute try to smell your armpit and decide whether if your friend have the same armpit smell like yours, would you sit a car with him/her? would YOU? if you wouldn't, then maybe it's time for you to say HI to a long lost friend of yours, MR DEODORANT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there's no need for you to buy the expensive one. try &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;REXONA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. it is quite cheap and it works. for those under arms who looks like never been washed, you can try &lt;u&gt;Nivea Double Whitening&lt;/u&gt;. it works. really. i am using it. at least, my under arms look decent and has no interesting smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EB67usl_Kgo/SoV6Ti_0hfI/AAAAAAAAA8k/faE3Jbjj4L8/s400/rexona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EB67usl_Kgo/SoV6Ti_0hfI/AAAAAAAAA8k/faE3Jbjj4L8/s320/rexona.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i USED the middle and it SMELLS really NICE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;or at least try to take bath TWICE a day. if you are that lazy, ONCE is enough. in the morning. before you go and mingle with your fellow human race and kill them slowly with every contaminated air around you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.hygiene can affect your social pyramid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947496968221738516-2817047079640714760?l=damnitssophie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there's always a group of people which you couldn't stand. ALWAYS. yes, you can always deny if you want to but i do believe deep deep deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep down in your uncaring heart you have. well, maybe just a tid bit annoyed&amp;nbsp; am i not right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh okay, maybe not a group maybe just a few. who aren't? recently i had this talked with&amp;nbsp; my fellow muggle friends about how they actually pick and choose their friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i myself do pick and choose my friends. well, quite picky i might add to that. however, i have this one specific friend whose thinking are still conservative i might add. i am not being judgmental *well i do* but the thing is i'm afraid, this friend of mine really is conservative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am not saying this as a negative thing however, there's some point in life you have to stop being so conservative and accept how the world around you works as it is. well, as i had state above that i am quite picky in choosing those who are unlucky enough to be my best friend though but I DO socialize and be friend with each and every human being i encounter whom i think had pleased me they way i might pleased them. and people, please. no negative thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am not going to critcize on this dear friend of mine but rather would like to discuss how sometimes conservativeness to be implemented in our daily life might not or rather not helping us at all.&amp;nbsp; for example;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacredwaste.com/c/i_lost_my_virginity_tshirt-p235904362133673753z8nqy_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.sacredwaste.com/c/i_lost_my_virginity_tshirt-p235904362133673753z8nqy_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;why would you judge someone based on their clothing style or their sense of fashion? just because one wear skimpy clothes doesn't mean one had become a slut don't they? if they is, then all those celebrity whom you obssessed with are too slut don't you think? they too wear super short short and you call it fashion cool but when someone you knew wear such fashion you label them as slut. whoa. how unicorn are you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just because one kissed and lost their virginity is a bad influence and rather a shameful being to walk around or even worse to be friend with. i have few acquintances who is in the opinion that those who lose their virginity is not someone to be friend with but rather be avoided. then, they started to start all this crap about what the Bible said about women like this need to be stoned to death. well, PREACHERS i do believe the Bible also told us to not talk bad among us and to love others like how we love ourselves. maybe they just skipped thath part. oh well, nobody perfect though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;another thing is just because one express their thought in a cynical way or in a very pessimist manner doesn't mean the person is being mean or being bad and need to be avoided. for instant my blog is full of pessimistics things as that is how i rather speak up my thoughts than being old fashion where you constantly talk about good things. sometimes, things need to be spice up a bit don't think? if everyone is being a goody goody boy how could one life can be considered as a adventerous life? oh yeah. maybe drinking coffee instead of milk late at night is considered hardcore for this people. well not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yes, one might thought i am being cynical well duh~ mr obvious I AM. one even might say i am too liberal that i might end up stray away from my beliefs. yes i am a liberal thinker yet i do know where i stand in my beliefs. i am not the hardcore believer that doesn't want any adaptation to some of the rules to make it flow with the current waves. and i do know somethings are made not to be changed. but at some point, you need to open up the puny brain of yours and start to work it up even a tiny bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, once i was an active little church activist. i still do mind you. it just that, at some point, i just couldn't relate their behaviour with their teaching. they say not to talk bad about others and not to judge others. well, the next thing is right after the end, they started gossiping about their neighbour. well, they call it a spiritual discussion. then, when one buy new car, the other label them as someone who wanted more than he should have and better to use the money for a good cause to the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well hello? how if he buy the car because his family no longer couldn't fit into one tiny car?.... &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so, the conclusion is.... it is almost new year!! 2012 is just knocking on the door people! have you made new resolution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947496968221738516-4876492669546723199?l=damnitssophie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"he's ego is so much bigger and tougher than the meat my sister cooked last night. that's why i broke up with him."&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;or&lt;br /&gt;
"she has so much ego than my dog. i don't need a girlfriend like that."&lt;br /&gt;
see? why why why why?&lt;br /&gt;
blame ego but we actually never take the step to lower our own ego before we blame it on the other or the ego itself.&lt;br /&gt;
easiest example, why you never accept the fact that you have many pimples and denying it by covering it up with concealer?&lt;br /&gt;
why have to buy an S size shirt when you know you only can fit in M size and above when you buying shirt or clothes with friends?&lt;br /&gt;
to say you are embarrassed is not good enough. lying to your own self is worse because you'll end up feeeling guilty your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;
"why didn't i just tell him that he has booger on his nose?? now he end up being picked up."&lt;br /&gt;
or or&lt;br /&gt;
"why didn't i just say sorry? maybe he'd not kill my cat if i did."&lt;br /&gt;
see? there's so many bad or regretting consequences when you are too full of your own ego. even a good friendship might be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"dude, why didn't you just accept her apology?"&lt;br /&gt;
"why should i? she's just a bitch i can live without."&lt;br /&gt;
"but she really mean it."&lt;br /&gt;
" fuck her then. too much ego and does she thinks she's hot? get a life."&lt;br /&gt;
see? EGO??? speak for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lynielavasy.webs.com/tumblr_l7l1nqA5va1qdsweso1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lynielavasy.webs.com/tumblr_l7l1nqA5va1qdsweso1_1280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;EGO can lead to stress to the person who are innocent or actually had lowered their ego seeking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
or even worse, low-self esteem towards one self.&lt;br /&gt;
not only to those who seek forgiveness but also to who doesn't have good or nice friends at all. they might end up looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la3s95KzOW1qa02y6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la3s95KzOW1qa02y6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;see the BAD DANGEROUS VICIOUS consequences?&lt;br /&gt;
=..=&lt;br /&gt;
move on to my next glorious point, yes you might have the reputation but you'll never have a good nice friend and you will NEVER EVER gonna find one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
the place where the crime against gorgeous people &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ESPECIALLY ME&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happened was in.. let say, LDDT.&lt;br /&gt;
okay, here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;
i was on the drop-off luggage counter, well OBVIOUSLY wanting to drop off my luggage~ DUH! people DUH!&lt;br /&gt;
so the the offender was working. well, ya, i came and drop my luggage *it is obviously what the counter are for*&lt;br /&gt;
and when i finished, i looked at the weigh well, 23kg. JUST freaking &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;JUST 3kg excess&lt;/span&gt; than the amount i bought. do the math people!! especially those who are in &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;LAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so i was thinking. maybe around 30 bucks. oh well, i still have THAT much money in my purse tho. so, i casually asked the criminal offender.&lt;br /&gt;
"berape kak?" hoho. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;okay trip semenanjung jap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
she mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;
"hah?"&lt;br /&gt;
" 9xxxxx" i was like WHAT BITCH???&lt;br /&gt;
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"x boleh kurang ke kak? student pun x leh kurang? 3 kg je kot~"&lt;br /&gt;
" sorry dik x ble," she rolled her freaking ugly deformed fish eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
"fcuk!" i mumble and i look through my purse. BULLS EYE people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
i only manage to score 60 bucks in my purse! DEM!&lt;br /&gt;
so i have to do puppy dog eyes to my hero of the day... drum roll please!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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wohooo!! i manage to paw him almost 40 bucks. SEE people?? SEE?? Sky Asia manage to turn me into a peminjam freaking HUTANG. lain kali, buat seja servis along di LDDT tu Sky Asia. sampalau punya munyit!!&lt;br /&gt;
bug u! bug u! BUG U!!! bugima punya Sky Asia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://meemoo2.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/airasia_ceo_datuk_tony_fernandes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://meemoo2.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/airasia_ceo_datuk_tony_fernandes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is Sky Asia in real life. HAHA. bugima kau paw duit student! bug u!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
secondly, time before imigresen tu kan ada check boarding pass. saya tunjuk la ma ci tu *orang yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;
"ni xde cop la dik." ahh?&lt;br /&gt;
"ni? cop?" tunjuk guna ibu jari. cop tu bawah sticker~&lt;br /&gt;
"xde. pg check balik." BUGIMA for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;
so with my freakinglicious face i turned on my no heel flats and stormed out. i was like. apa lagi la ma ci &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;tua&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ni mau????&lt;br /&gt;
out of the queue i check and guess what, the COP was there cute and clear. not my fault. bug!&lt;br /&gt;
so again i queue and the other police was like what?? because my face was...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la34ie5XNB1qds5vro1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la34ie5XNB1qds5vro1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so when i reached the ma ci i was like.&lt;br /&gt;
" KAK, ni HAH cop! nampak?? puas??"&lt;br /&gt;
she was, " oh pg sabah..."&lt;br /&gt;
" fuck la," i said loud enough for the ma ci to hear. FUCK YOU RACIST!! i HATE YOU FREAK!! BUGIMA PUNYA PEREMPUAN. malairen memang MACAM tu!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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k bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947496968221738516-3928029429088627799?l=damnitssophie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; i don't know the freaking reason why you don't want to accept my sincere apologies. i sent text messages&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; trying to cool things down, try to talk to you for making it up and here, WALLA~ you making faces. that is the shittest thing a guy can do the a girl. dem. apa lagi kau mau saya buat? belutut minta maaf? hell, NO. thank you. i have lots more thing to worry about than a petty so-called "friendship" we HAD.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;secondly, you are an asshole like always. LIKE ALWAYS. hah! take that fair and square~ i don't fucking now why the heck i can stand you in the first place.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;enough rambling. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
its 4 months HOLIDAY people~ so here, i gave you some suggestion to what you can do during the holiday:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;jadi jaga. di rumah. kalau malas sangat, jadi jaga bilik tidur sendiri. masuk kerja habis kerja, semua bole runding. gaji? satu jam bole sampai rm100. bole runding juga. pandai2 negotiate la. bole jadi jutawan.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;jadi vacuum cleaner. apa yang perlu dibuat: makan habis semua sisa-sisa makanan di rumah. cara2 for application: makan lepas semua orang di rumah habis makan. pesan awal tinggalkan sedikit makanan. selepas tu; vacuum semua. x payah susah2. vacuum habis. pastikan licin. tiada makanan? masak. lepas tu, vacuum habis. masa kerja? setiap kali selepas family makan. gaji? perut buncit. extra for overtime: extra 10kg. menarik bukan?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;seterusnya, menjadi penunggu katil. confirm tiada berani tidur di katil. tuan punya katil pun tidak berani tidur atas katil sebab kamu jadi penunggu. LAME. kerja: 24/7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;penjaga control tv terhandal. silap2 bole masuk audition penjaga gol &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Manchester United &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;kalau hebat. kerja: jangan biarkan control tv jatuh ke tangan orang lain. setiap kali ada orang rebut, capai sepantas kilat. gaji bole tahan. professional: mungkin akan diberikan tidbits semasa menjaga control. usahakan sehingga menjadi pro.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;okay. enough for tonight. penat. sangat. PENAT. happy holiday people =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947496968221738516-5673077497778980927?l=damnitssophie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
*glory glory glory man united!*&lt;br /&gt;
okay, HAHA. off side jap.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
okay, just now i was scrolling down my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/sophiessawayan"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;, i found this specific comment;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_jI3iTQ0uA/TcGN78F7juI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5YEpEFGWJhs/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_jI3iTQ0uA/TcGN78F7juI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5YEpEFGWJhs/s320/Untitled.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;see?? one of the commentor refused to admit that he is a MALAYSIAN. here again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtBSHd2etWw/TcGQSnqUi9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/3IBhSTXLEes/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtBSHd2etWw/TcGQSnqUi9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/3IBhSTXLEes/s320/Untitled.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;his point was, I AM NOT MALAYSIAN AS I AM NOT MALAY. i mean wat da eff???? just because you are not malay doesn't mean your are NOT malaysia. for efff sake. you are even a &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;university student dude!&lt;br /&gt;
and here you are talking about not a Malaysian just because not a malay. way to go for a UNIVERSITY student dude. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you should get a head shot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;
people like this are the one who would make this country come to her downfall earlier than what we had predicted. i mean, just look at the comments.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as a borneon, i do have to admit that, people in Borneo have less racism problem than what i had see and experience in Peninsular. i mean, we live in a more diverse surrounding than in Peninsular. i am not being bias what so ever but it is seldom to find such problem. BUT we do have it though. its like a must (?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
EXCEPT racism towards the PATI* pendatang asing tanpa izin. i mean as a MALAYSIAN towards another MALAYSIAN, it is quite rare. yes, there's quite a few stories i heard but not as many i had witness here even in UM LAW FAC itself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what worse is, the minority like us, we are like being push from one side to the other. if you can speak one particular language than walla! there you go, you are most welcome. if not, then sorry but you just cannot fit in. like, geddit? GEDDIT?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and yes i've heard we are called the borneOs. uooh~ we are not. i mean, look at US. we be friend with all. take the nearest and simplest example; ME. i have friends from all the race. every possible race that exist in the law fac i tried to be friend. *okay, i feel like so FAKE here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i have indian friend, malay, chinese, sarawakian and even an international friend. i talk to them regularly. i joke with them. without any malicious feeling. i consider myself as Malaysian. not o borneo or sabahan or non peninsular.which WE are usually LABELLED as.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i remember the early day when i first went to UiTm Shah Alam for my foundation. one friend of mine from somewhere not sabahan or sarawakian asked me, " you guys are still like live atop of trees?"&lt;br /&gt;
"guess what? YES WE ARE. AND WE USE FUCKING ELEVATOR!"&lt;br /&gt;
" no wonder!! malaysian citizen are not that advance yet. you guys should be happy not a malaysian,"&lt;br /&gt;
i was like,THE FUCK WE ARE NOT MALAYSIAN. THE BOSS. i bet you fail your Geo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1116.photobucket.com/albums/k570/twiinklex27/Tumblr%20faces/face.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://i1116.photobucket.com/albums/k570/twiinklex27/Tumblr%20faces/face.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i almost chocked out a Fuck You but i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;
here's, another USUALLY asked question,&lt;br /&gt;
"you guys have tv in sabah?"&lt;br /&gt;
"no, we dont."&lt;br /&gt;
" really? so no astro is it?? wait, do you know what is astro?"&lt;br /&gt;
"yep no tv in sabah. we use FUCKING home theater. and yes i know what is astro,"&lt;br /&gt;
how i wish you guys can see the priceless face. dem. if ASTRO BEYOND or ASTRO HD were already promoted that time i'll use that freaking point. HAHA. serve you right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfi12cFVWM1qbvc38o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfi12cFVWM1qbvc38o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;okay. that's it. fuck racism.&amp;nbsp; one malaysia! wohoooo!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947496968221738516-5428869998419544058?l=damnitssophie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
ma, kami jawab exam tadi tengah2 ribut salji.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.openmarket.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/2006-2-15_blizzard1web-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://www.openmarket.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/2006-2-15_blizzard1web-large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bayangkan. macam ni la exam hall tadi. serius saya kena frost bite tadi. BETUL. muka saya ni muka menipu??&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;*___________* &amp;lt;---- muka saya. kan tidak menipu? seyesssshit dowh. tanya DEBBIE. lebam jari saya. biru2. bengkak. sakit? tidak. bodoh. memang la sakit kan. gila.&lt;br /&gt;
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x payah cakap kuat2 jawapan. btw, sejuk berabis tadi. otak jam. tau jammed? kalau dari first college pergi Midvalley jam, melayang RM20. okay mencarut. sejuk. SANGAT. begegar lutut. haih. FAIL sebab sejuk. lain kali dewan exam tu bole kasi jadi bilik mayat. confirm x reput. conclusion: Malaysia panaskan?&lt;br /&gt;
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pa, tadi kawan saya ada yang habis ink. jadi saya stress. terus saya fail.&lt;br /&gt;
time saya tengah jawab tadi tiba2 Cik ___________ datang dengan muka semangat. dia lalu sebelah saya. macam emergency, dia jumpa dengan DNA. "ni, kad jemputan kahwin saya,DNA." muka DNA time tu priceless!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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HAHA. gurau. dia muka semangat tadi. macam muka PBSM time sukan sekolah dulu. mau selamatkan orang. MENGENCANG. HAHA. DNA and the gang tengok dia yang hampir tercungap2. she blurted out,&lt;br /&gt;
"ada pen lebih x? ada student habis pen!!" okay, lebih kurang la ayat. tapi memang macam tu. fikir pasal muka semangat, siapa habis ink pen dan bila Malaysia turun salji ambil masa hampir setengah jam! kan suda saya cakap. habis ink pen bikin orang gagal. haishh. kamu tidak percaya.&lt;br /&gt;
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pa n ma, saya rasa saya telampau banyak study. sebab tu fail (?)&lt;br /&gt;
ni la muka saya time tengah berfacebook semalam. HAMPIR sama la.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://treebeard31.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/sfm1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://treebeard31.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/sfm1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bila kita senyum dan cakap its okay, buat jelingan pula kan. terbalik biji mata tu. tinggal putih lagi. lain kali practice! buat dua kali pusing. satu kali pusing mana cukup! KENCANG lagi.&lt;br /&gt;
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lepas tu, bila kita jalan round2 kedai, sanaaaa la juga kau menempel. ergh. bila kita dah belek barang dekat rak tu kita letak balik, mata tu buat lagi putaran somersault. BAGUS BAGUS. kalah the rock. kau ingat barang&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;kualiti china&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; harga mahal mcm taik idung micheal jackson kena jual dekat e-Bay ada orang mau beli? bukan semua barang kualiti china buruk okay&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;.tp mostly yes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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next stop, promoter2 cantik dan &lt;strike&gt;pondan &lt;/strike&gt;dan perasan hot di kedai mekup berjenama and perfume mahal. ah ni NI LA paling saya anti. dem. especially tu promoter &lt;strike&gt;pondan.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; perasan cantik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;. ugh. no offense but ni memang saya selalu kena. dem punya pundaen. tau la, orang kampung kan. siapaaa la saya ni. baju bukan la Zara mcm sorang tu *bila dah beli jeans Zara, satu dunia kau nak bagitau kan. opps!&lt;br /&gt;
tapi poket ada duit la kak (?) eh bro (?) okay confused jap.&lt;br /&gt;
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hari tu saya masuk la ni satu kedai perfume. memang tujuan mau beli perfume. ingat suka sangat saya masuk kedai perfume? semua bercampur last2 mcm bau ketiak comel uncle teksi ari tu. dem. bole bedarah hidung. ada la satu promoter confused gender ni. make up tebal dari saya. &lt;strike&gt;tp x shave&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;okay hideous monster&lt;/span&gt;. then i was browsing through the DKNY sections. plan nak beli be delicious green apple (yes! my current perfume). i was touching and smelling the smell. and you all nak tau apa PONDAN tu cakap, " miss, are you buying? if NOT then please do not touch," and i was like..WD FISSSSH punya pondan. perempuan sebelah saya yang memang dressing macam model kau tak tegur kan.&lt;br /&gt;
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adeyh. ni tebakar jap. lagi mata tu! MATA tu!!! MATA IKAN. tengok saya dari atas bawah. nasib x bawa kawan time tu. " why? do i look like a barbarian that do not know how to handle things? OR do i look plain poor?" yes! and that is exactly what i said to that fucking promoter. he / she whatever this the creature is look like.'eskiuuuuuus me?"&lt;br /&gt;
" tak.. saya cakap, saya ni nampak kolot sangat ke? macam xde duit?" HAH! jawab kau. JAWAB.&lt;br /&gt;
" em. tak, tak. tu bukan maksud saye."&lt;br /&gt;
"tak pe la. tapi begini ke korang kene layan customer. no wonder la kedai ni tak banyak customer," HAH! serve you right freak. okay. and then saya keluar dari kedai. perlu ka saya begaya macam model runaway baru nampak berduit. dem.&lt;br /&gt;
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FYI, kau tu promoter. tau tak kerja promoter tu apa? PROMOTE BARANG. bukan halau customer. one more thing, if you want to speak English in the first place, then LEARN. do not simple ingat apa you have to say. see? memalukan you company or kedai or whatever it is. duh~&lt;br /&gt;
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saya pakai short pakai simple t. bukan tiada duit. kau ingat orang pakai baju branded, nampak baru keluar dari model runaway tu semua ada duit? HUH. tu salah beb. TU SALAH. prinsip hidup maybe: BIAR MISKIN ASAL BERGAYA MACAM ORANG KAYA. dem. see?? i said it. bergaya = berduit is not the same mr PONDS.&lt;br /&gt;
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satu lagi type saya x suka. ikut kau pergi semua tempat. tau ka privacy membeli tu apa? kalau ya pun mau jaga dari barang kena curi, at least 5 meter, 5 FREAKING METER away from the customer.&lt;br /&gt;
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another type of pekerja kedai that we should be aware of is.. &lt;b&gt;they bad talk the customer&lt;/b&gt;. okay, saya pernah kerja as cashier? see. i am not spoilt! hoho~ so i was a cashier dekat lingerie punya section. so one fine day, datang la satu orang perempuan looking for bra. i don't deny the size of the bra she might be looking for might not be available because it looks like &lt;strike&gt;she need a life support for her twin&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;can you imagine the size?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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so, one of my co-worker call her friend. you know what they say? "astagaaaaaa. memang x payah la pakai bra tu. &lt;strike&gt;besar gilaaaaa&lt;/strike&gt;." dengan slang pekat &lt;strike&gt;SABAH.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"tu la, mcm mau terjatuh. kalau dia jalan, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;begegar&lt;/span&gt;, jo." i was like. punyaaa ni perempuan. kau cakap &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;breast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; orang besar, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;breast&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kau tu ko fikir perfect? it is PUNY. like NONE. &lt;br /&gt;
"pakai tempurung kelapa ja la.."&lt;br /&gt;
and they were laughing like hyena.&lt;br /&gt;
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and no, i don't join them. it was mean. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;considering "mine" is not that small&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;
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so the moral of the story is, jangan beli bra. beli underwear.&lt;br /&gt;
ok babai!&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt; i need to study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947496968221738516-3073374288730807234?l=damnitssophie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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orang yang saya jarang tegur (dalam real life) atau memang tidak pernah tegur (real or virtual)&lt;br /&gt;
get the hint. HAHA. okay.&lt;br /&gt;
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bukan saya sombong cuma saya pilih kawan. sebab bukan semua orang boleh kena percaya kan?&lt;br /&gt;
okay, situation:&lt;br /&gt;
A dan B kawan biasa. B selalu tanya A kenapa dia suka pegi toilet tengah2 malam. A malu mau bagitau yang dia kalau berak kena ambil masa dekat sejam. oleh sebab si A tidak mahu bagi tahu pasal masalah berak dia, B geram. esok2 C tanya A ," A, saya dengar kau sekarang suka main di toilet tengah malam," okay. itu DEFAMATION. nah kan? tengok? apa jadi. semua benda kena twist jadi something yang kau tidak pernah terpikir pun.&lt;br /&gt;
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okay lame.&lt;br /&gt;
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satu lagi situasi:&lt;br /&gt;
W dan Z kira kawan baik la. keluar selalu sama2. pigi mana2 pun sama2. kira okey laaaa. geng laaaa kiranya kan? tapi W kadang2 annoyed dengan Z sebab bila keluar ramai dengan kawan lain si Z ni selalu condemn W guna weak points W yang dia tahu. dia kasi &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;malu&lt;/span&gt; tahap anjing beranak la. MENGENCANG ABISSSS. haih. nah itu macamana mau handle? susah juga kan? kawan makan kawan.&lt;br /&gt;
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*pengalaman sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;
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another thing is:&lt;br /&gt;
N dan L baru kenal. kenal gitu2 jak la. ala orang puteh*uuUuUU* cakap &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;ACQUAINTANCE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;bukan kenal pun. setakat tau nama sama course yang diorang ambil (ya laa dah sama course ambil kat university)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;tapi bila jumpa di luar, bila nampak satu batu lagi teriak lambai2 tangan panggil nama. okay. itu annoying. macam stalker. kau ingat kau kenal saya? handphone jenis apa saya pakai pun kau tidak tau apa lagi brand underwear&lt;strike style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; VICTORIA SECRET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;saya. see? geddit? get what i mean? jangan terlalu friendly. its not good for your health.&lt;br /&gt;
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next!&lt;br /&gt;
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kau banyak dengar cerita buruk pasal ni budak. okay let us name the kid J. *J bukan nama sebenar&lt;br /&gt;
banyak orang tidak puas hati dengan J. pasal J banyak buat hal dengan ramai orang. memandang kan kau belum nampak lagi flaw dia, kau dengan hati kaca sesuci nilam merah pun pergi berkawan dengan dia. banyak dia la luah pasal macamana actually orang cari pasal dengan dia. dia tidak buat salah pun. dia just mau protect kawan(?) then one fine day, you got team work dengan J. you do it happily. what friends are for RIGHT? just 4 days before the dateline, J dumped you as a group mate. leaving you do the job alone while J went along with another friend of J to do the work. okay. what the EFF do you feel? RIGHT? i know.&lt;br /&gt;
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so kawan memang kawan. tapi jangan la annoying. don't push too hard. like TOO HARD. ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;
BABAI. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;babi. saya emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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al kisahnya begini. di satu tengah hari yang mendung di mana tiada kicauan burung.&lt;br /&gt;
maka bertolak dua manusia ke bus top menuggu teksi *takde pulak teksi stop kan =.=||&lt;br /&gt;
okay lame.&lt;br /&gt;
setelah ketiak berpeluh dan mekup dah hampir cair~&lt;br /&gt;
satu teksi tua dipandu dengan kelajuan selaju siput ferari datang~&lt;br /&gt;
tahan punyaaa tahan! berhenti la juga teksi sexy yg number plat hampir menampakkan lurah (?)&lt;br /&gt;
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LAME.&lt;br /&gt;
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back to story mory.&lt;br /&gt;
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uncle tu pun tanyaa la dengan slanga pekat (x tau slang apa)&lt;br /&gt;
"mau pigi mana amoi??"&lt;br /&gt;
"__________________ la uncle. bole ka?"&lt;br /&gt;
"okey naik la~"&lt;br /&gt;
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dari depan bus top hingga dekat area SS2 tengok meter, terbelalak&amp;nbsp; mata bercontact lense diameter 14.5 cm effect 16cm tengok harga. RM 6. nak jam, jam tarak pun??? =.=||&lt;br /&gt;
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apasal cekik darah betul meter teksi ni weyh =.=|| adeyhhhh. MENGENCANG BETUL NI JOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;
haha.&lt;br /&gt;
pasal x puas hati, bergossip la dekat belakang teksi kutuk2 uncle.&lt;br /&gt;
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tengok punya tengok. rambut uncle panjang dan slick melekat bekilat di kulit kepala.&lt;br /&gt;
seksiiii dowwwww!!!! mesti guna minyak rambut kelapa dara. uohhh~ dengan bau ketiak yg agak comel :). hik hik hik hik! *okey gedik.&lt;br /&gt;
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paling seksi pasal uncle ni, rmbut tu bila dah sleek berkilat, keriting di hujung. uoh! mcm uncle cerita tamil dolu2 pegang watak penjahat XD HAHA. *kaki tengok wayang tamil? =.=&lt;br /&gt;
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bila sampai destinasi, hajat nak marah uncle teksi pun x jadi =.=. pasal rambut dan bau ketiak yang agak comel. HAHA. harga teksi tu agak2 la.&lt;br /&gt;
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k bye uncle TEKSI. BABAI. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;
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lain kali jangan naik teksi tengah hari. bau.&lt;br /&gt;
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well, i do :) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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especially books :) yep. because the old books are worth reading unlike the modern one..&lt;br /&gt;
the books that we see sell or displayed in the bookstores are mostly love story (well, i read that too tho),&lt;br /&gt;
which i found the story too cliche, as i might call it :) HAHA. and the price was ermm.. unbelievably pricey for&lt;br /&gt;
a book that has a thickness of like 3-4cm?? RM30 or more??&lt;br /&gt;
as a student is it pricey you know :)&lt;br /&gt;
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well, like a few weeks ago and just today i went to &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQjVAApzKExGj6D3dEANIo7MF7x68Fxw2HU-6ao-i7VP0iD-N_o2w"&gt;armcop mall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a lunch in&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/imgres?q=atap-atap+restaurant&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;tbnid=YA2H5w-V1gM_fM:&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://beta.hub2u.com/%253Fm%253Dmain%2526c%253Ddetail%2526id%253D18&amp;amp;imgurl=http://image2.hub2u.com/template/18/1.jpg&amp;amp;w=460&amp;amp;h=309&amp;amp;ei=xh29TZT6GsLqrQfSqMSnBw&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=535"&gt;ATAP-ATAP RESTAURANT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the food are like super nice and affordable too :)&lt;br /&gt;
weeeee ho!! like seriously and there menu were quite a number. its worth it. my fave is nasi goreng daging.&lt;br /&gt;
banyaaaaak nasi and banyaaaaak daging. the price range is around RM7 and above. its worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;
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enough with the food. HAHA. back to main topic. antiques and oldies.&lt;br /&gt;
okay every Sunday ( i usually went there on Sundays) there will be like this mcm&lt;br /&gt;
pasar (?) oldies on the ground floor of armcop mall. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;
so my target whenever i go there will be the BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;
i bought like&amp;nbsp; 5 books i think, which only cost me more or less 20 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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there;s quite a genre of the books sold. one book usually price between 5 bucks to 10 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;
depending on the books you like. i love thriller, romance (duhhhh~) usually the English stories revolving aroung the early 30's. i would love that. stories about the earl and lady, whooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
and also the myth. i mean dragons, vamps, elves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i think lots of other stuff like old stamps, iron (?) and even piring hitam. sold in reasonable price. the &lt;br /&gt;
best thing is YOU CAN NEGOTIATE the price... so you know (he he) save lots more money.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
for girls, i think you guys would love it! there's lots of jewelries VINTAGE and bags are being sold too :)&lt;br /&gt;
in reasonable and negotiable price too :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashiono.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/vintage-necklaces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://fashiono.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/vintage-necklaces.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the long vintage necklace&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02HLcPOSwV4/TPcZOhebGUI/AAAAAAAAADY/AZEnXsAZklw/s1600/owls-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02HLcPOSwV4/TPcZOhebGUI/AAAAAAAAADY/AZEnXsAZklw/s1600/owls-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and the owls &lt;br /&gt;
u can find in ARMCOP from 8 bucks!! murah kann?? like if you buy from other place usually like 30 to 40 bucks ore even more. so YEAH, CHEAP riteeee?????&lt;br /&gt;
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basically, you can find anything here in ARMCOP. wohooo.. so yeah, try it out :)&lt;br /&gt;
there's clothing too. its quite cheap too :) and cute. &lt;br /&gt;
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so yeah, daaaa!&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: instead of going to Times Square etc, why don;t try here first :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947496968221738516-4696686358632829283?l=damnitssophie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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haha. ya la. dah nama budak law UM, mmg sah2 la panas kan bila fac kau kena bahan.&lt;br /&gt;
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budak sabah cakap: jangan ba kau mengencang sana jo!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mcm nda mengencang? kalau kena kutuk berabis kan. &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150292778364572&amp;amp;set=a.393577579571.209827.331481044571&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;ni la ni tau bikin sakit hati~ &lt;/a&gt;nah. tgk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;betul la sy cakap. ni gambar tahun berapa la brader~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;okay fine. saya x emo okay. just that. kalau mau bahan pun. biar la up to date brader~&lt;br /&gt;
ni gmbar zaman jepun lagi *okay melampau~ HAHA&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ni ah ni~ &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=142626122476184&amp;amp;set=a.138185119586951.28940.100001863922922&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;ni baruuuuuu je kene ambik td bro~ lu pa hal dowh~ HAHA.&lt;/a&gt; okay lame.&lt;br /&gt;
i fail epicly. buhaha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
okay. okay cukup.&lt;br /&gt;
nanti x pasal2 kena bahan org lain pula~ &lt;br /&gt;
okay btw, tadi ade la bace satu blog ni.&lt;br /&gt;
COOL~ uuUuUuU~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
cam kool :D &lt;a href="http://theotherkhairul.blogspot.com/2010/05/kenapa-semua-orang-suka-bercakap-pasal.html"&gt;try lu~ &lt;/a&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
okay.babai.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
exam this Tuesday x study satu haram pon. FAMILY LAW! urghh~ harap LULUS pun ada kemustahilan.&lt;br /&gt;
k bye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
eh jap, BOSAN dgr and bca orang cakap pasal benda royal wedding tu.&lt;br /&gt;
xde faedah langsung beb~&lt;br /&gt;
kalau mak cik sebelah rumah kau kahwin xde la kau bising mcm ni kan? entah2 pegi pun x~&lt;br /&gt;
bukannye kau dijemput tuk hadir royal wedding tu. yg kau nak bising2 mcm kiamat dunia pasal&lt;br /&gt;
wedding tu pasal? kalau kau ade kat situ x pe la gak.&lt;br /&gt;
ble gak kau bangga kau dtg~ ni. tgk pun dekat YOUTUBE.&lt;br /&gt;
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come to mama :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apa pun, saya happy sangat2 sekarang. sbb.. saya masih dengan barry. tp ex bf sy, cari balik. then saya dengan bangga nya &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;TURN HIM OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;ee malas sy org mcam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually tu, teda kena mengena dengan apa yang sy mo cakap *erk... tulis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;klu kamu p cek ni page d &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;faceboook&lt;/span&gt; kan, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Kami Benci Luca Lucas Krn Mengutuk Negeri Sabah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, na.. panas la kamu especially budak sabah. apa nda, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;dia p kc buruk2 sabah ni ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. sabar seja la saya. sy pun p ikut2 la kono' durg. tp sy nda maki2 la. saya p balas ja dia punya komen yang teteda ni ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;saya balas guna info2 terkini&lt;/span&gt;. ceh. bangga jap. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tapi dia nda mo balas ni ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. dia balik2 p marah tu urg yg p maki dia seja. =.=" napa tuu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dia nda paham ka tu.. sy patut guna bahasa simple2 kali. tapi... sy nda pandai mo kc sama taraf sy punya pemikiran sama dia ba. eish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cakap pasal ni, klu yang ada baca &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;budget plan 2011/2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. mesti kamu stress plus happy. kalu shopoholic macam saya, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la sebab &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;teda lagi TAX for imported goods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bahahahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi yang sandi kan, tu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;bangunan 100 tingkat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. er.. nda da ba point. eish. sayang ja duit tax payer mcm tu. buang sia sia ba urg bilang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entah la. nanti la klu saya jd pm, saya suruh dorg labur tu duit bikin guna bina sumthing yang bole buat malaysia dpat duit lagi banyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plan masa pendek, buang ISA. bahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947496968221738516-3070928954183320156?l=damnitssophie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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BUKAN I SORANG JE.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i aswered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"YUP... I DGR..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then  nuefa quickly went near to my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again we watched the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like idiots waiting something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was total silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we looked at each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nuefa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try to look under the door if any sign of human feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this time it was slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im sure as hell someone was giving salam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nuefa didnt heard it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again she asked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"SAPE TU WEH???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again it was TOTAL silent that answered the question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving nuefa question in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then nuefa called someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her friend told her to open the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"KO GILE KE???? AKE TAK BERANI LA WEH!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by that time bad thoughts start to flow into my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many ghost stories i heard recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i kept replayed in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"SOPHIE, U BERANI TAK BUKAK PINTU TU???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ADOOOIIHHH... I RELA TERJUN DR TINGKAP NI N MATI DARI BUKA PINTU TU,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know STUPID&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when she cannot take it anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she open the door and look outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"EHHH SOPHIE!!! PINJAM BIBLE!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEBBIE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was standing from the next room door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which happen to be effa who is her exroomate n my classmate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then nuefa and i start to laugh hysterycally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was debbie who knock on the door &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wanted to borrow my bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she also lepak at our bilik &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she told about her journey on finding the bible while the other christian friends of ours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ASLEEP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. OF COURSE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was almost 2 am in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone should be sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with an EXCEPTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;debbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahhahaahhahahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we start to talked when the ghost stories that happen recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"KALAU TU KETUK D JENDELA MCMANA??KO BUKA KA??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then nuefa shooooooed her away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again the we drifted asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the peaceful night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahhahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947496968221738516-3118550984008926697?l=damnitssophie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;law 30 minutes only then mr choy class&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk about movies..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bla bla bla&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first part of my beautiful morning is SOSOOOOOOO BORING&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;o&lt;"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then go buy FOOD&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahah&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine 3 of us (JEN, I and KROL)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate ate ate all through the day&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiioooyyoouuuu&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mati la &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lemak makin sayang la my body this&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will never let u go..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the song from the lemak for me.. ~~~&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when the clock strike one..(with the horror element)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uppsss... two~~~~&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the REAL TORTURE BEGUN.....&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 HOURS OF ECONOMY CLASS&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUAHHHAHHAHAHAHHAH(evil laugh)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hak hak&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeay!!! today barry already got back his laptop..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can chat lama...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(x payah krdt.... ahahhaha)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s:save money la weh....&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(n_n)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehehehehehheheh&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ya... &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i almost forgot an interest story&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahahhahahha&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: sorry krOl ni cerita tym mr CHOY&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know krOl jeles wif me during our&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forum olok2...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahaha&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our topic was about rapid kl&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wat happen was so FUNNY&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;krOl looked like he wanted to KILL ME&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why???&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. he loose(mr choy support jen and i!! yeay!! even the whole class)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akakakakka&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. i attack him CONTINUOSLY( i mean points OKAY)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. i am being SOOO vERRRYY toTallY cynical.. (sorry but it have to be done.. wakakakka)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.i REALLY DONT have point but i just make up stories about polls and websites..( which i cleverly counter-attack him when he wanted me to show the proof.. hahahahahhahahah.. )&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. lastly, JEN and I unofficially won but everyone agreed&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahahhahahahahah&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know im being bad.. but its for the sake of my TOP PUBLIC PROSECUTOR career &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soon la.... (wanna be PP)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ya..at the last part of our forum when Mr cHoy give coMments(but he doesnt comment on us.. he said no comment.. yeay!!!!! just add some more WEAKNESSES)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;o&lt;!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aarrrgghhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to make a public announcement...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE P AND J!!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: peanut n jelly&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahahahahhahah&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;want to say thank you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the mak cik who sell the peanut jelly sandwhich in law faculty&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which become my breakfast every day&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i am always late...)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you aunty&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love  u&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;
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