<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AERH44cCp7ImA9WhNVFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607</id><updated>2012-12-26T21:48:25.038+08:00</updated><category term='Conflicts In My Life'/><category term='Sweet Moments'/><title>::The Dim MoonLight::</title><subtitle type='html'>Under the dim moonlight together with everyone. Leading a new life everyday, creating new memories everywhere~ :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AERH4_fCp7ImA9WhNVFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-8906609653512619194</id><published>2012-12-26T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-12-26T21:48:25.044+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-12-26T21:48:25.044+08:00</app:edited><title>I'm Not Like Other Girls.</title><content type='html'>When people sees me, I'm just a plain girl. I'm not like the other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't wear make ups.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g56dSQobat8/UNr-GsphYdI/AAAAAAAAAls/RgcWDwjjIvo/s1600/makeup2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g56dSQobat8/UNr-GsphYdI/AAAAAAAAAls/RgcWDwjjIvo/s320/makeup2.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't wear high heels.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVG9ibFPmMg/UNr-cAH-eBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/64m5PaEhDsc/s1600/high-heels-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVG9ibFPmMg/UNr-cAH-eBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/64m5PaEhDsc/s320/high-heels-0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LHwn1Q07Ig/UNr-UdsXFxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/OtQI2g0zzm0/s1600/Fashion-10-outfits-anime-15739990-2058-1894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LHwn1Q07Ig/UNr-UdsXFxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/OtQI2g0zzm0/s320/Fashion-10-outfits-anime-15739990-2058-1894.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not gentle.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not graceful.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNcjrTZ2xhw/UNsADWWDWQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/upOHU06VTTE/s1600/luna.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNcjrTZ2xhw/UNsADWWDWQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/upOHU06VTTE/s320/luna.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not afraid of frogs or snakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Q4KfzKjos/UNr-kEATJlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Kab_4hmA8wE/s1600/geligeli2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Q4KfzKjos/UNr-kEATJlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Kab_4hmA8wE/s320/geligeli2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't act cute in front of guys.&lt;br /&gt;
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But that doesn't mean I don't act like a girl. It just, I feel more comfortable being myself rather than deceive myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm normal and plain. But at the same time full of charm only people who'll understand me knows that. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/8906609653512619194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/12/im-not-like-other-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/8906609653512619194?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/8906609653512619194?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/12/im-not-like-other-girls.html' title='I&apos;m Not Like Other Girls.'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g56dSQobat8/UNr-GsphYdI/AAAAAAAAAls/RgcWDwjjIvo/s72-c/makeup2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AFRnw_eip7ImA9WhNWFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-6504918024937924691</id><published>2012-12-14T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-12-14T19:48:37.242+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-12-14T19:48:37.242+08:00</app:edited><title>It's Not Hard, But. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
What are the things in the world that you find hard? For me, it's like trying to lift the world. Seems hard right? But with correct mentality. I &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;lift the world. So do you. How? Here's the trick; try doing a handstand then &amp;nbsp;ask a friend to take a picture. If you rotate the picture 180 degree, you'll see that you are&amp;nbsp;in fact&amp;nbsp;lifting the world. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;What I'm trying to say is, we can do anything we want. We can be anything we want. With the mentality like that, we are&amp;nbsp;unstoppable. So start thinking outside the box. We can make a different. We can change the world towards the better future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Think different. Be different. Because our differences makes the world go round. &lt;img alt="cheer2 onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/cheer2-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862495" title="cheer2 onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/6504918024937924691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/12/its-not-hard-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/6504918024937924691?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/6504918024937924691?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/12/its-not-hard-but.html' title='It&apos;s Not Hard, But. . .'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CruYDK7ZH9A/UMsRSGNUl4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1_9wC-NsA6A/s72-c/One_hand_handstand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUBRH89fip7ImA9WhNWEkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-456222578772602504</id><published>2012-12-12T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-12-12T15:44:15.166+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-12-12T15:44:15.166+08:00</app:edited><title>#Unintended To Happen</title><content type='html'>I woke up, but it's three in the morning. Can't sleep, my heart beat is racing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started to call you. But you didn't answer the first call, then I'd redial it. You've picked it up, but your voice is slurred.&lt;br /&gt;
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I told you a bad dream I had about you. About us.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to cry, but I don't want you to worry about me. Then I send you back to sleep with a&amp;nbsp;lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's nine in the morning. I went to see you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to the cake shop you always loved. We went to a cinema to watch a love movie. We went shopping&amp;nbsp;unnecessarily&amp;nbsp;things. We spend time under the trees chatting unimportant stuff. But still I love it.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the time pass, it's time to send you back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we arrive at the front of your house, my heart just sank.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't want to be apart from you.&lt;br /&gt;
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After you say "Goodbye, see you again!" with a smile&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;when in, I just stood there.&lt;br /&gt;
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My feet won't move. I kept waiting for you to come out again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly it started to rain. A couple minutes later, you came out to tell me to go home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did as you wish, I just wanted to see your face for a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;
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After taking shower and changing clothes, I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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My eyes getting heavier . . .&lt;br /&gt;
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*&lt;i&gt;My phone rang*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Hello. . ."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Ery! Liya is gone! She just passed away! Ery? Can you hear me? Ery! . . ."&lt;br /&gt;
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There was nothing left to say. This is what happened in my dream yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I've&amp;nbsp;feared. My &lt;i&gt;dream &lt;/i&gt;come true. Why . . . :(</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/456222578772602504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/12/unintended-to-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/456222578772602504?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/456222578772602504?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/12/unintended-to-happen.html' title='#Unintended To Happen'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYERH8-eSp7ImA9WhNQGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-8810651690032005519</id><published>2012-11-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-11-27T00:25:05.151+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-11-27T00:25:05.151+08:00</app:edited><title>Socially Awkward</title><content type='html'>::One day in UiTM ( a university I'm currently studying at)::&lt;br /&gt;
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Person : Hi! May I seat next to you?&lt;img alt="hi onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/hi-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862508" title="hi onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;
Person : What's your name? :)&lt;br /&gt;
Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: Nana.&lt;br /&gt;
Person : Okay then.&lt;br /&gt;
...Awkward Silent...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;2nd Attempt&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;(by the same person)&lt;br /&gt;
Person : So, what course are you in?&lt;br /&gt;
Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: Computer Science.&lt;br /&gt;
...Another Awkward Silent...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;3rd Attempt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Person : Wow! Being in BPC (first aid program) really hard right? :D&lt;br /&gt;
Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
...End Of Conversation...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="bird onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/bird-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862491" title="bird onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you see how'd it go? I'm not being arrogant or&amp;nbsp;hypocrite. I'm just not good in&amp;nbsp;socializing. I don't know how to be more responsive or start a new conversation. If you ever want to talk to me, please go easy with me. I'm not used to talk to somebody randomly. But my friend said if &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;ever happens again, I should just smiled! But (I hate to break this to you), I have the weirdest smile ever!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="big smile2 smiley" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="19" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/smileys/big-smile2-smiley.gif?1292867555" title="big smile2 smiley" width="29" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now, I'm still in training to be less awkward by talking to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="lonely onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/lonely-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862642" title="lonely onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;The Next Week&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That person never sit beside me ever again and the new person are&amp;nbsp;experiencing&amp;nbsp;the same treatment. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/sweetdrop-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862522" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="sweetdrop onion head" border="0" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/sweetdrop-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862522" title="sweetdrop onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;I AM AWKWARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/sweetdrop-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862522" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;u style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="crazy monkey 193" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/crazy-monkey/crazy-monkey-emoticon-193.gif?1292792429" title="crazy monkey 193" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/8810651690032005519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/11/socially-awkward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/8810651690032005519?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/8810651690032005519?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/11/socially-awkward.html' title='Socially Awkward'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YHR3w6fCp7ImA9WhNQFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-1637968926516355378</id><published>2012-11-23T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-11-23T23:38:56.214+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-11-23T23:38:56.214+08:00</app:edited><title>Sometimes, I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Sometimes, I can be such an airhead.&lt;img alt="confused onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/confused-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862495" title="confused onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, I can be dense.&lt;img alt="whaaat1 onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/whaaat1-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862525" title="whaaat1 onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, I can be clumsy.&lt;img alt="crazy monkey 112" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/crazy-monkey/crazy-monkey-emoticon-112.gif?1292792408" title="crazy monkey 112" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I can be dorky.&lt;img alt="lol2 onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/lol2-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862512" title="lol2 onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I can be adorable.&lt;img alt="wow1 onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/wow1-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862527" title="wow1 onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I can be grumpy.&lt;img alt="objection onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/objection-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862514" title="objection onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I can be cheerful.&lt;img alt="victory onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/victory-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862523" title="victory onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, I am forgetful.&lt;img alt="woa onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/woa-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862526" title="woa onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I am quiet.&lt;img alt="silence onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/silence-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862519" title="silence onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I am loud.&lt;img alt="uhuhuh onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/uhuhuh-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862523" title="uhuhuh onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, I am a crybaby.&lt;img alt="crying1 onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/crying1-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862497" title="crying1 onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, I am whiny.&lt;img alt="crazy monkey 147" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/crazy-monkey/crazy-monkey-emoticon-147.gif?1292792417" title="crazy monkey 147" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, I am brave.&lt;img alt="crazy monkey 096" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/crazy-monkey/crazy-monkey-emoticon-097.gif?1292792404" title="crazy monkey 096" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, I am scared.&lt;img alt="scared onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/scared-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862517" title="scared onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I am&amp;nbsp;stubborn.&lt;img alt="crazy monkey 080" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/crazy-monkey/crazy-monkey-emoticon-080.gif?1292792400" title="crazy monkey 080" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I am&amp;nbsp;obedient.&lt;img alt="angel1 onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/angel1-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862489" title="angel1 onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I tell lies.&lt;img alt="lie onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/lie-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862512" title="lie onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I don't.&lt;img alt="" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/cute_rabbit/cute-rabbit-emoticon-04.gif?1301940529" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, I love you.&lt;img alt="love onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/love-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862512" title="love onion head" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, I hate you.&lt;img alt="angry white cloud" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/white-cloud/white-cloud-emoticon3.gif?1292330538" title="angry white cloud" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But, the most important thing is that you still want to be by my side even though I am like this.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/1637968926516355378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/11/sometimes-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/1637968926516355378?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/1637968926516355378?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/11/sometimes-i.html' title='Sometimes, I...'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYMQXk_cCp7ImA9WhNQFk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-2360546136104285696</id><published>2012-11-23T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-11-23T00:03:00.748+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-11-23T00:03:00.748+08:00</app:edited><title>My Boyfriend's Logic</title><content type='html'>This just happen recently.&lt;br /&gt;
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Him : "You're short, chubby, crybaby, grumpy, whiny. . . blah, blah, blah. . . "&lt;/div&gt;
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Me &amp;nbsp;: "Hump! Than why are you still with me!"&lt;br /&gt;
Him : "Because. . . I love you."&lt;/div&gt;
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Me &amp;nbsp;: "I really don't get you."&lt;/div&gt;
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Him : "I love you because you're like a chicken! A chubby chicken! An angry chicken!"&lt;/div&gt;
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The thing is, he never praised me like "you're cute, kind. . . " or something like this. He always resembles me to a chicken. A &lt;i&gt;freaking &lt;/i&gt;chubby chicken!&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="depressed2 onion head" class="imagefield imagefield-field_image" height="50" src="http://emoticoner.com/files/emoticons/onion-head/depressed2-onion-head-emoticon.gif?1292862499" style="text-align: justify;" title="depressed2 onion head" width="50" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why can't you be normal like just others?&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/2360546136104285696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/11/my-boyfriends-logic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/2360546136104285696?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/2360546136104285696?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/11/my-boyfriends-logic.html' title='My Boyfriend&apos;s Logic'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEYAQHs_fip7ImA9WhNQFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-5824459677198589926</id><published>2012-11-22T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-11-22T22:55:41.546+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-11-22T22:55:41.546+08:00</app:edited><title>Your Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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I love that warm smile you've given to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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The smile that comforts me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't need lovely word from you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just smile for me, and I'll feel better.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm blind by your smile.&lt;/div&gt;
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Your smile never seem to fade away in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's like it has been nailed to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;
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Even my head is little dizzy writing this,&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm still longing to see your smile.&lt;/div&gt;
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I miss your smile so much.&lt;/div&gt;
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I wish I can see it everyday.&lt;/div&gt;
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The smile that gives me strength.&lt;/div&gt;
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The smile that never fades away.&lt;/div&gt;
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To others, your smile is plain.&lt;/div&gt;
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To others, it might not mean anything.&lt;/div&gt;
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But to me, your smile is the most precious thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to protect your smile.&lt;/div&gt;
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So you can smile like that always.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm sorry I can't smile as beautiful as yours.&lt;br /&gt;
But, my smile is honest.&lt;br /&gt;
Please believe me.&lt;br /&gt;
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When can I see your smile again?&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel like running~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/5824459677198589926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/11/your-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/5824459677198589926?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/5824459677198589926?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/11/your-smile.html' title='Your Smile!'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcNQng4fCp7ImA9WhNRFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-3002312887033458775</id><published>2012-11-09T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-11-09T14:38:13.634+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-11-09T14:38:13.634+08:00</app:edited><title>The Sad Result...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I wouldn't say it was bad, rather&amp;nbsp;disappointing&amp;nbsp;I guess. My result just came in, and the pointer was great! Seeing all the A's line down (except for java of course, C+ and totally worth it)! But, nothing is perfect, I got D+ in my calculus. The one subject I fear most. I guess my fear caught up to me. I'm frustrated because all the other subject I aced it! Why does it have to slack a bit? :( If it weren't for calculus, I think I might have dean award in my grasp. I guess that's just a dream I'll never get hold on. Ahh, stupid dream.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, since I've failed in calculus, I have to repeat it again. Yup! ME! I'M GONNA FREAKING REPEAT A FUUUUU PAPER!!! ARGHHHHH!!!! /floor&lt;/div&gt;
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Ugh, I'm okay. Seriously. Nothing beats than crying in my mother's arm for comfort. I've just cry for freaking 3 hours non-stop because of this and my eye started to swell up now. :P It hurts so damn much. /sweat&lt;/div&gt;
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Again with the repeating stuff, I don't know if there someone else gonna repeat with me, I guess I have to start taking care of myself and don't rely on other people so much. :D&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm disappointed because all my effort didn't show a good result. It's like I didn't study at all. My mom said "It's ok, you can do it better next sem.". I know mom, it just that . . . a bit upsetting because, I know I'm stupid in numbers, but I've tried and yet &lt;i&gt;I still failed.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know what went wrong, a lack of effort? Not enough stressing moment? But my mom taught me just &lt;i&gt;let it go and do your best.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybe God is testing me, &amp;nbsp;I dunno. But one thing I know, I'm so getting my revenge on calculus. /wahaha&lt;/div&gt;
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Congrats&amp;nbsp;to all of you who have ace it and have a good result. As for me, I'm gonna work as twice as much and redeem myself. THIS IS TOTALLY GONNA HAUNT ME EVERY NIGHT!!! But I'm still grateful despite I have one fail, I still have an awesome pointer. /XD&lt;/div&gt;
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Haha, I named my cat,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Poyo &lt;/i&gt;(uncool). So, that must meant that I want people to call me Uncool! /XD&lt;/div&gt;
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And my brother call his cat, &lt;i&gt;Chitang&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(black). Well, that suit him because his skin is darker than mine! :))&lt;/div&gt;
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Then my dad call his cat &lt;i&gt;Uwak&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(the sound our cat made). Well, no comment on that. :P&lt;/div&gt;
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A few hours back I suddenly getting itches to draw again. Since I don't have a canvas, nor a paint, so I decided to draw in PsykoPaint. It's a online site where you can paint anything&amp;nbsp;psychotically. Then you can put your painting in a gallery or save and share in social sites.&lt;/div&gt;
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I know, I know. My painting is ugly, but I've tried my best. I didn't say I'm an expert right? /XD&lt;/div&gt;
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I named the drawing &lt;i&gt;'The View I Wish For'. &lt;/i&gt;If you ever been to the site, please give my painting some love and rate and comment~ :D I'd really&amp;nbsp;appreciated if you do it. /bye&lt;/div&gt;
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Yayyy! My first ever GIF image! Sorry to Ara for making your video as my experiment! Very sorry! /XD&lt;/div&gt;
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This wasn't completely a failure right? Even though the GIF is not smooth enough. Well, I'm satisfied with it and gonna try to make more! /wahaha&lt;/div&gt;
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This is when our Family Day (a sport day where all the students of Computer Science Faculty gather and bonding). And Ara is singing and making joke there. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/7815036674699180687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/10/learning-to-make-gif-image.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/7815036674699180687?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/7815036674699180687?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/10/learning-to-make-gif-image.html' title='Learning To Make GIF Image!'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3Y4TJTuHPk/UI0AVDszmuI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wVIjp_RFVMk/s72-c/ARa_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0INRXY5fSp7ImA9WhNSEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-6603200834772236287</id><published>2012-10-27T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-27T01:13:14.825+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-27T01:13:14.825+08:00</app:edited><title>An Overly-Protective Boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I don't know if other couple experience this but I do; an over-protective boyfriend. I'm not saying he's too attach or anything, it just that he wouldn't let me do things I like. For example, I have a habit chewing on ice. I know it's not good for your health but, think of it as my teeth are hungry for crunchy thingy (???).&lt;/div&gt;
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"Stop eating the ice!"&lt;/div&gt;
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"Why! *picking up another ice*"&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, that's not the only thing he did. He knew I hate drinking plain water, so my body always dehydrated and feels hot. So whenever I eat ice-cream or simply drink cold water, I easily catch flu, and definitely he didn't like that. So, guess what, now he's forcing me to drink plain water often. I &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;do &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;drink it (some of the times). But nowadays I drink it with no forced-feeling (because my mum told me too, not because I'm&amp;nbsp;afraid&amp;nbsp;of him or anything /sweat ).&lt;/div&gt;
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Another thing he doesn't like me doing is going out late night, whether going alone or with friends. He really hated it. I don't know why, whenever I said I'm going out at night, he'll become grumpy and moody and becoming like an old grandma nagging at me; questioning me why do I have to go at night. For example, this one night, me and my friend was kinda broke (seriously we had no money. I thought we couldn't survive&amp;nbsp;tomorrow), decided to go to the ATM machine to draw out some money. At that time, I told him a bit late (we were already outside the girl's dormitory at 10 p.m).&lt;/div&gt;
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"What the hell were you thinking going out so late?!"&lt;/div&gt;
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"What? I'm going to the ATM machine!"&lt;/div&gt;
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OK, getting to the point! So, one day, I did something really stupid; I provoke all the thing he dislike; &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in one day (amazing right? /XD ). He was really pissed! And we got into really huge fight! We were yelling at the top of our lung! (well, most of the time I'm the one who's yelling)&lt;/div&gt;
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"You would think I'd do that intentionally to hurt you?! Do you think I'm stupid not knowing how to take care of myself?! I know you're trying to protect me for the better, I know okay! But his is ridiculous! This is so suffocating!!!"&lt;/div&gt;
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"You know? What do you know? If you really know it, you wouldn't do it. I did all that because I love you, that simple. I have no other intention. If I didn't force you to do it, &lt;i&gt;would &lt;/i&gt;you do it? Look at the result, you're not falling sick anymore, you're not&amp;nbsp;injured&amp;nbsp;anymore. What &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;you really know anyway. If you think me forcing you to do all that is suffocating you, then forget all about it. I don't wanna care anymore."&lt;/div&gt;
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Waaaa~ /no I know I'm wrong. Forgive me. I have reflected! Finally, just like before, the next day he was acting like nothing happened. And soon started to nag me about my habits. /sweat But it was fine though, I'm glad he didn't hate me and leave me. I admire his patient and tolerance with me. No other guy can stand with my annoying attitude like he does. And I'm so grateful to that despite all the thing I did to him. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometime I feel, he's too good for me. :(&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/6603200834772236287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/10/an-overly-protective-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/6603200834772236287?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/6603200834772236287?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/10/an-overly-protective-boyfriend.html' title='An Overly-Protective Boyfriend!'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvSfndlV9q4/UIrDDRThLNI/AAAAAAAAAek/ylYhkBVqMIU/s72-c/DSC00037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0QNR30_fyp7ImA9WhNSEEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-6918164996117414077</id><published>2012-10-24T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-24T17:36:36.347+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-24T17:36:36.347+08:00</app:edited><title>Kepada OrangeMoonBoy, Sila Baca!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Saya tak tahu la whether awak akan stalk blog saya and jumpa kejadah ni atau tak.&lt;/div&gt;
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But, if you do, please take few note. Saya tak sangka&amp;nbsp;gila awak akan komen macam tu. Shocking, really. /shock&lt;br /&gt;
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Listen, saya bukan nak drag benda ni jadi masalah besar. Saya betul-betul tak nak gaduh dengan awak dah.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sebenarnyakan, you don't have to do &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, I was ready to accept to forgive myself for the wrong thing I did to you. I was going to let it slide, I thought when we see each other again we can be friends again (or at least in the condition I'm not mad at you when I see you). Tapi perlu ke awak komen macam tu dekat blog saya! Now I have to be mean to you.&lt;/div&gt;
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And ada masa-masa tertentu saya rasa macam nak pukul je awak!!! Seriously! Kenapa sekarang nak cakap macam tu bagai! /omg&lt;/div&gt;
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Ughh. . .&amp;nbsp; I hate myself to say that to you. Bencinye!!! Tak boleh ke awak duduk diam je selama ni? Marah saya pada awak da makin berkurang sepanjang awak tak ada. Tapi hari ni saya betul-betul sakit hati dengan awak! Saya sedih sangat tak dapat cakap perkara sebenar pada awak. I'm sorry for being mean to you. I really didn't mean it. It's just a way to defend myself. /omg&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh ye, since awak cakap awak takkan ganggu saya, I really hope you &lt;em&gt;change your mind.&lt;/em&gt; Memang betul saya pernah cakap tak nak kawan dengan awak da. Tapi. . . tah la. Since I have to face you one day, then why not berdamai je terus. Haaaaaaaaaaaaa. . . but, ikut awak la. Nak paksa pun tak boleh kan. /sweat&lt;/div&gt;
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One day,&amp;nbsp;saya berharap sangat kita berdamai, setelkan masalah ni. Saya&amp;nbsp;malas gila nak benci&amp;nbsp;awak da, tak berkat hidup saya tahu tak!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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HOPEFULLY YOU READ THIS!!! So, mohon terasa sangat-sangat la ye! /bye&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/6918164996117414077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/10/kepada-orangemoonboy-sila-baca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/6918164996117414077?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/6918164996117414077?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/10/kepada-orangemoonboy-sila-baca.html' title='Kepada OrangeMoonBoy, Sila Baca!!!'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEABRnkyfip7ImA9WhNSEE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-773480933929076350</id><published>2012-10-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-23T23:39:17.796+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-23T23:39:17.796+08:00</app:edited><title>Tupperware - II</title><content type='html'>Agagagaga. . . Today's sale didn't&amp;nbsp;quite reach the expectation. Nobody has the time to stop by and listen me explain stuff. Huwaaaa. . . /floor&lt;br /&gt;
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Since nobody was coming, I had too much time of my own; daydreaming, self-realization, planning and stuff. /hmm&lt;br /&gt;
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Beside the boring day, I got to spend a little time;&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;about 20 minutes with him! I've asked him to accompanied me to go to the KFC at night. I didn't mind going alone, but he insisted to tag along, so I have no choice but to let him. Even though the time was short, I still have the greatest moment with him. /blush&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;When I'm bored at work, this is what I'd do. . .&lt;br /&gt;
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This is our little stall. Actually there were many Tupperware we put on display, but some of it had been sold. *At first it was just for display, but since some of the customer really want it, we had to give it.*&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people mistake me for &lt;i&gt;Tunas Manja's &lt;/i&gt;employee. About four time the customer ask me how much the vanilla ice-cream is. . . *since our stall is close to the ice-cream place*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/8608691436530068698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/10/tupperware.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/8608691436530068698?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/8608691436530068698?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/10/tupperware.html' title='Tupperware!!'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pVBWVG5nSg/UIYH_U2mF0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/pVHBfHJJP28/s72-c/Photo1798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0MHSXY4eCp7ImA9WhNTGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-4831253606698694556</id><published>2012-10-21T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-21T22:57:18.830+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-21T22:57:18.830+08:00</app:edited><title>I'm Glad</title><content type='html'>Just found out one of my besties was heartbroken &amp;amp; got dumped after his long-term relationship. I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; didn't see it coming. They were serious in their love-life but it didn't turn as it planned. It's so upsetting because the four of us were like &lt;i&gt;the strongest-long-lasting-couple &lt;/i&gt;ever. I'm just glad that my relationship is still holding up pretty well even though there were so&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;final-warning, break-ups and make-ups over the years. Well, I guess I've charm him. :) You're stuck with me forever.&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Deal with it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lately, my brain isn't functioning well. I keep forgetting things and mix up words and even getting mood swings. This totally affect my presentation on study because my left brain doesn't do well in Calculus class. I'm so worried it might&amp;nbsp;worsen&amp;nbsp;everyday. I thought maybe it has things to do with not getting a healthy life style. As you can see, majoring in computer science doesn't really involving much movement. All you do is just sit in front of your laptop and do the &lt;i&gt;magic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Not that I wanna brag or something. Majoring in science computer is &lt;i&gt;a lot of fun, &lt;/i&gt;getting a high&amp;nbsp;prescriptive&amp;nbsp;about modern technologies.&amp;nbsp;But if you take science computer just because you think it is easy and &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;want to make video game, you're dead. It's not easy.&lt;/div&gt;
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Fuck. Ok, here's some&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;osiria rose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"If a girl really love someone, they'll never forget him even if that person is no longer with them right now."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Surprisingly, this quote really taken its affect on me. It's because it is true. I won't deny it, I still misses him.&lt;br /&gt;
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One evening. That&amp;nbsp;particular evening, you asked me out just to tutor me. Well I accept it because at that time, it didn't seem wrong just to hangout.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was getting to late and we decided to stop and continue next time. I've finished packing my stuff and about to head my way but you offer to accompany me. I thought it was so nice of you (considering no one have ever done that for me), so I let you walked with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the way, you started to talk&amp;nbsp;nonsense. I thought you just want to be polite or friendly but I never figure you're going to sneak into my heart. You say the most flattering thing a guy should said to a girl. The more we talked, the more I find you intriguing, and surprisingly I slipped something out of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;
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"You know, you're a nice guy. Every girl would be lucky to have you."&lt;br /&gt;
"Why, do you want to be my girl?"&lt;br /&gt;
"W-what! I was just--"&lt;br /&gt;
"Haha, gotcha. Why are you stuttering? It's just a question, or do you really want to be my girl..."&lt;br /&gt;
"Ah, hey look! An orange moon! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;"&lt;br /&gt;
"Nonsense, the moon is not orange. So answer me."&lt;br /&gt;
"No seriously! Look!"&lt;br /&gt;
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He look up in the sky and saw the moon. The moon was orange, like never before.&lt;br /&gt;
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"You're right, the moon is orange."&lt;br /&gt;
"It's so beautiful..."&lt;br /&gt;
"Just like you..."&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Whenever the moon turns orange, I'll always remember that moment. The moon always look so pretty just like at that time. Remembering it hurts me. Because it made me misses you more. I'm wondering and keep asking myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;do you remember me just like I do? Do you misses me like I do? Do you watch the moon that I've adored? &lt;/i&gt;Even though times have pass, I've still not forgotten you. But...know this, soon or likely to be I'll forget you. It makes me even sadder when the time comes I will not remember you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/7330826386935887167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/08/orange-moon-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/7330826386935887167?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/7330826386935887167?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/08/orange-moon-boy.html' title='Orange Moon Boy'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEIAQ3o5fCp7ImA9WhJQGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-816333096630669369</id><published>2012-08-02T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-08-02T19:22:22.424+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-02T19:22:22.424+08:00</app:edited><title>Girls Have Ego Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I hate it when I have to admit I'm &lt;b&gt;wrong &lt;/b&gt;but actually I'm right. If you think only boys can have egos than you're dead wrong. I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;egos to. The worst thing is when you act like it is tough for you but you don't realize it's more tougher on me. You just don't get it until I'll spell it &lt;i&gt;one by one &lt;/i&gt;for you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today is just the same, why on earth do I have to apologize on something that I didn't do? To comfort you? For you to feel better? That's just not me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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BUT, because of I.L.Y, I have to admit I'm wrong even though it's suffocating me to hurt my own pride. I've sent a text to you to say sorry.&amp;nbsp;Just do your best in the trial-exam and everything is gonna be fine. I hope you'll stop sulking. I'm sorry for the&amp;nbsp;inconvenience we had yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Temerloh's&lt;/i&gt; Hanging Bridge (1/7/2012)&lt;/div&gt;
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Urghh...so boring sitting in the dorm doing nothing at all. So I've planned to go to &lt;i&gt;Temerloh &lt;/i&gt;with my roommates. Luckily my parents were willing to drive us there. There's only one purpose for going there; that was just to kill time and my boringness of the campus.&lt;/div&gt;
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The real intetion was to buy our dorm supplies but it turn out to be a shopping-spree for my roommates! One of them can resist buying food for fasting season.&lt;/div&gt;
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After all the shopping was done, my parent stop by at a food stall near a river. Me and my friends went there and saw a green hanging bridge. So we went there!&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, my university made a program about crime prevention. The police performance was so awesome it literally made me laugh non-stop! I was trying to get a picture with the police but all the police was on duty. I don't want to disturb them so I just take a picture with the banner~&lt;br /&gt;
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New&amp;nbsp;Recipe&amp;nbsp;: Lychee-Grape&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday, two of my roommates were fasting. So we went to canteen to but our food. When we were about to buy water, my friend start trolling me.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;"I want &lt;i&gt;cincau &lt;/i&gt;lychee!", said Ged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;"No! I want lychee-grape!", said Farah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Suddenly the &lt;i&gt;abang DM&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was willing to fulfill Farah's wish. So she get her lychee-grape! We were so shocked, and then one by one asked for the same drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;The reason why I've said they were trolling me was because, the other day, went we went to buy lunch, I've ordered &lt;i&gt;cincau&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;tea. Surprisingly, they never heard of that drink. So they started trolling me when we went to the canteen!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Looks weird right? but it taste so awesome! When you take out the lychee, it turn into purple! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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In the end, that's how the recipe of Lychee-Grape was created.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/1314667562368185313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/06/nana-effect_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/1314667562368185313?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/1314667562368185313?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/06/nana-effect_29.html' title='Nana, The Effect...'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDkGPqdJsUI/T-2CKzLWbZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Wpqu_rm9zBc/s72-c/Photo1620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYNRXg_cSp7ImA9WhJTF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-7698432577671478088</id><published>2012-06-26T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T17:33:14.649+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-26T17:33:14.649+08:00</app:edited><title>Nana, The Effect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Water Inccident&lt;/div&gt;
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Today my roommates decided to do a little 'experiment' on a balloon. A couple of days earlier I blew a red balloon (don't ask where the balloon come from)&amp;nbsp;because of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;boredom. Then Ged took the balloon and drew on it with our names, class, room number, and lots of ducks! After a few day the balloon started to shrink, so the drawing shrink too, so me and Ged decided to save the balloon by filling it with water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We giggled so much knowing how funny the balloon when we shake and&amp;nbsp;squeezed&amp;nbsp;it! It even had a tiny hole! After making a mess, Farah, Albi, Ged and me decided to get more messy. We want to burst the balloon! So we took a pale (Ged's pale) and decided to throw the balloon in the pale! Farah got the first try but it didn't work. Then Ged step up. She throw the balloon like she was doing a shot put. The balloon exploded! And so did Ged's pale. The mouth of the pale was chipped off. And not to mention the mess in the hall. It was wet!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/7698432577671478088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/06/nana-effect_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/7698432577671478088?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/7698432577671478088?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/06/nana-effect_26.html' title='Nana, The Effect...'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIRA07RQwVw/T-mAxrpd11I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7unbZ1hpn2w/s72-c/Photo1616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YERXozfSp7ImA9WhJTFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375313922789522607.post-4298054000141736482</id><published>2012-06-26T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T11:25:04.485+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-26T11:25:04.485+08:00</app:edited><title>Nana, The Effect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
BEL311 Essay?&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday my BEL lect asked us to write an essay. So he asked us to think one or two topics to write about. At first, we wrote about CATS. But then, when we think we did it wrong so we changed the topic to DRUG ABUSE. Suddenly he came by and said it to change it to the topic that are&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;interested to us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;So he ask us what topic that interested us. Me and Ged were like 'FOOD'! then he ask, 'oh! like what to cook?' And we said, 'nope, what to eattt!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Seriously, we don't need to cook. hahaha. Lastly we ended with the topic SEXUAL&amp;nbsp;HARASSMENT! Yup, this topic is interesting to us. &lt;i&gt;Sexual Harassmer/Pengharass. &lt;/i&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/feeds/4298054000141736482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/06/nana-effect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/4298054000141736482?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375313922789522607/posts/default/4298054000141736482?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teddykiller93.blogspot.com/2012/06/nana-effect.html' title='Nana, The Effect...'/><author><name>Nur Farhana Shamsudin</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/110025834949728878198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cW4xXR8Lstc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VMfQvI0BTlE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>