<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:22:03.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave me black and save yourself</title><subtitle type='html'>i shall leave this empty for the time being</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>549</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112193538184346877</id><published>2005-07-21T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:51:43.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baybeats 05 &lt;3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112193538184346877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112193538184346877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_21_archive.html#112193538184346877' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112187048877440295</id><published>2005-07-20T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:41:28.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO, I WILL POST PICTURES UP OF BAYBEATS SOON BUT BLOGGER'S BEING A BITCH, DELETING ALL MY PHOTOS AFTER MY TIRELESS INNUMERABLE EFFORTS TO UPLOAD THEM AND IT'S GETTING FRUSTRATING. AND STAY TUNED CUZ I JUST MAY SWITCH TO XANGA. GOODBYE BLOGGER YOU'VE BEEN NOTHING BUT A PAIN IN MY PANTAT SINCE THE DAY I LOGGED IN. ESPECIALLY YOUR SKINS. BUT I WILL KEEP THE MEMORIES FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112187048877440295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112187048877440295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_20_archive.html#112187048877440295' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112186776581285650</id><published>2005-07-20T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:38:00.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And they'll say i'm the emerald missing from your crownAnd i'll say i'm the fabled one that let you downschool was good. my potato salad tasted left an ikan bilis after taste in my mouth. but none of that mattered once the pain started. The pain overwhelmed my thoughts. What i wouldnt do for a panadol menstrual pill, then. i didnt mean to sound all tensed up. I dont believe in making periods your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112186776581285650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112186776581285650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_20_archive.html#112186776581285650' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112161355504802605</id><published>2005-07-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:19:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday night was the most fun ive had since.. God knows when. BAYBEATS WAS SO MUCH BETTER THIS YEAR. GOOD COMPANY. FKIN GOOD ORGASMIC MUSIC. FAMILIAR FACES. AGGRESSIVE SHOVING/MOSHING. ok and i never thought i could have that much fun. Love Me Butch was good, real good. And so were brandtson. And Brand New Sunset. AND I WISH I COULDVE GONE TODAY TO CATCH COPELAND. maybe next year. there will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112161355504802605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112161355504802605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112161355504802605' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112135364963184218</id><published>2005-07-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:07:31.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel as though i've worn out everything that i have to say or feel. So today, was well, tiring. And i just feel so bummed out. My mom's insisting i lend my dad my digicam for his trip to taiwan in the morning, tomorrow. And i was thinking of bringing it to Baybeats so i could take some decent shots, for memories-sake. And he wants to take pictures of taiwan. Of fkin roadsides and chicken stalls</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112135364963184218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112135364963184218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_14_archive.html#112135364963184218' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112126138882664851</id><published>2005-07-13T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:29:48.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To the two people who've made my day (:thanksss you to erica, for being such a good listener. And of course a good friend, to everyone you've crossed paths with. It really meant a lot. and to tasha, thank you for being so understanding. I really appreciate it (: We need to update each other more often, you know.  and to random pockets of people i cant really group right now but still want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112126138882664851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112126138882664851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_13_archive.html#112126138882664851' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112100952482717540</id><published>2005-07-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:32:04.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i spent so much today. im hoping the others will be willing to share the amount. i need to find something that'll fill my time. I'll start making earrings more often, and maybe sell them. Meanwhile, im still contemplating on the outfit i'll be wearing to this saturday. It's ridiculous i swear. And i personally cant watch LMB perform :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD and sway to the sounds of buddhistson.  AND</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112100952482717540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112100952482717540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112100952482717540' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112082973725165202</id><published>2005-07-08T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:18:25.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to go shopping. After browsing through different websites of the various fashion outlets i can almost hear them calling out to me. I NEED TO SHOP. i need more than what i already have. now, i really feel like speaking in malay for good. carve your name into my arm, instead of stressed i lie here charmed. oral was alright. I cant fail, thats for sure. Im just SO glad that its over. Im just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112082973725165202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112082973725165202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_08_archive.html#112082973725165202' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112074797992784733</id><published>2005-07-07T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:52:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my morning started off with me yelling at my mom to make me my breakfast for school while i ate my medicine and put on my shoes as the minute hand on the clock threatens to hit 25 in a matter of seconds. I hate being late for school. And im sorry my mom has to be involved in my morning rushes. I arrived in school just as the first [second?] bell went off and i had to cut across and walk around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112074797992784733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112074797992784733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_07_archive.html#112074797992784733' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112065711907275212</id><published>2005-07-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:12:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to me. love is when he still comes back to you no matter what the distance. definitely not 'feeling the pain of the other person more than him even when he is stable and you cry for him ... ' which doesnt make sense. love is pain. NO PAIN NO LOVE. IF I SAID NO LOVE NO PAIN, ALSO GOOD. because they have two different meanings. These people over at friendster simply have too much time on their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112065711907275212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112065711907275212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_06_archive.html#112065711907275212' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112057732851485511</id><published>2005-07-05T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:28:48.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the mistake i made was eating the pills before i've had breakfast and now i'll have to bear with the pains of gastric [or indigestion] for the whole night. I've never known the difference between those two ailments [please enlighten me] i was never happier to be home. i didnt attend tuition tonight due to some supernatural reasons [ooo mysterious..] so i'll be going over to her sister's house on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112057732851485511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112057732851485511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_05_archive.html#112057732851485511' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112047759284586407</id><published>2005-07-04T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:46:32.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in a mere 10 minutes in the doctor's room i was told to- lose weight- wear long sleeved clothings- take off my pants- come back every mondayi was injected in the butt. and i could feel the needle piercing through my skin, the liquid suffusing my buttcheek.and ok bye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112047759284586407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112047759284586407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_04_archive.html#112047759284586407' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112040518610215423</id><published>2005-07-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:53:13.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thoroughly exhausted. and why the hell is everything in blogger written out in chinese.i kept thinking about what my mom said the other day, just now. About how K [initials] had a future. a bright one at that. And, then.. i just started thinking.. of how sinful it would be if we did hook up. and it would be my mom's dream come true. cuz after all, he does have a future. and, he is pretty ok. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112040518610215423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112040518610215423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112040518610215423' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112030785870488512</id><published>2005-07-02T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:44:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>".. both totally delirious as though inebriated with no clue as to where our hands were trailing to. The room being filled with nothing but our incessant giggles and the thick scent of vanilla. You looked into my eyes, with your elbow to the bed and your hand to the side of your head and you kissed me like you meant it. The sheets smelling of you, of me, of post mad passion; yet a rendevous we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112030785870488512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112030785870488512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_02_archive.html#112030785870488512' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112030472887621196</id><published>2005-07-02T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:45:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112030472887621196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112030472887621196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_07_02_archive.html#112030472887621196' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112014445891454595</id><published>2005-06-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:14:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i spent my day yelling at everyone and anyone who distracted me from studying. and i realise just how easily influenced i am. and never in my life would i have imagined myself standing in front of a baby with her legs held up, while i wipe green slime off her ass. HOW COULD A CHILD THAT SMALL PRODUCE SUCH A FOUL-SMELLING LOAD. and i swear she smiled at my reaction when i unfolded/opened her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112014445891454595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112014445891454595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_30_archive.html#112014445891454595' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-112005339523204364</id><published>2005-06-29T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:57:28.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i had a boyfriend to go out with, i'd be so happy. i dont know why couples keep bickering over trivial matters. it's just a waste of time, and oxygen. and if i had a girlfriend, i would want her to go to baybeats with me. I wouldnt want to ask another girl along. That would be so scandolous. I dont want to get in the middle of things and complicate the situation even further. So. Peace.OF CAKE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112005339523204364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/112005339523204364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_29_archive.html#112005339523204364' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111986699725295797</id><published>2005-06-27T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:11:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first day of school was good. It was.. well, shorter than usual. Suprisingly. And i've made a new set of rules for myself that is. And, im trying my best to abide by those rules.. because if i didnt my mom would start talking to me, in that awful tone of hers. The one that reminds me of the brady bunch mom. OK nemind.And for the first time, last night, i actually laughed at one of the jokes/role </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111986699725295797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111986699725295797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_27_archive.html#111986699725295797' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111969864628214313</id><published>2005-06-25T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T19:25:12.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so it's just a few hours till school starts and i dont think i've got everything ready yet. I dont know of anyone who's looking forward to school.im burning like a bridge for your body. Brand New &amp; Bloc Party, next two.im craving for stir fried beef kway teow now. it would go nicely with a cup of teh tarik or two. im seeking desperately for a place that serves good teh peng besides Broadway. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111969864628214313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111969864628214313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_25_archive.html#111969864628214313' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111945028383829568</id><published>2005-06-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:24:43.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my cousins Sarah and Aisyah just left my house with their mother. And before they left they came into the study room to look for their brother, Mikhail, just so they could kiss him goodbye and my brothers were appalled by this foreign gesture. Of course its customary for people in England to do likewise whenever they say hello and what not. And them being raised in England it's not easy for them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111945028383829568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111945028383829568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_22_archive.html#111945028383829568' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111943503969518227</id><published>2005-06-22T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:17:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im sitting in front of the computer, trying to figure out what i was about to blog about before i turned to see Julia sleeping next to me in her buai* [if you know the english name for this please tag] stirring in her sleep. My instincts tell me that it's time to give her the bottle but i see her looking at me from the corner of her half opened eye. Sometimes i cannot believe that she's my sister</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111943503969518227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111943503969518227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_22_archive.html#111943503969518227' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111937374385244134</id><published>2005-06-22T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:09:03.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Greatest Wish(es) before i die/hit30/40/50see my mom visit middle eastern countries before she passes [which isnt anytime soon ok] hear Julia utter those words that i've longed to hear "I.. LOVE..YOU" plus the actionsdie rich. name my children Adam and Natasha. find out what song that is on Jamie's myspace account. get a brazillian wax [i've been dreaming of that]to get another piercingmaster </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111937374385244134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111937374385244134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_22_archive.html#111937374385244134' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111926886808219421</id><published>2005-06-20T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:28:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday night was a total bitchfest with me going "HEHEHEHEHE" over the receiver and sarpedek going "OHMYGUUUDD YOU'RE SPOT ON MAN!!!" And we were holding back the snickering till our throats hurt. "My monday hurts like a banana in a remote island off the shores of my kitchen" and all we ever talked about was other people. And how pissed they made us feel with their pretentious conversations </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111926886808219421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111926886808219421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_20_archive.html#111926886808219421' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111911072447664926</id><published>2005-06-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:08:35.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EEEHHH WHAT DO YOU KNOWW.. im downloading malay songs off Limewire myyyaaaan. Am i cool or am i cool huh. Uh-huh, uh-huh. I never knew just now nice malay songs could be. And my brothers and i were doing the bhangra to Tamila Boys, Goyang Goyang. LMFAO i swear its the nicest song to dance to. and i've downloaded loads more. BEP is dope. And mano will have a surprise when he checks his mail and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111911072447664926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111911072447664926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_18_archive.html#111911072447664926' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111893471473935166</id><published>2005-06-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:11:54.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"you cant expect the whole world to love you if you're not ready to love the whole world. "my 45 minute conversation with mr america. peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111893471473935166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111893471473935166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_16_archive.html#111893471473935166' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111885068356384488</id><published>2005-06-15T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:51:23.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the way wolfgang sweeps denise off her feet's just so romantic. i knew he was the one for her. cuz he's so intellectual and howard's just all play. and he doesnt open his mouth when he speaks. and i can just go on. but i'll just stop it here for now. i want to meet someone who'll sweep me off my feet as wolfgang did denise. but im so unromantic. and im so unmushy. i'll probably start laughing at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111885068356384488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111885068356384488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_15_archive.html#111885068356384488' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111876104689389910</id><published>2005-06-14T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:57:26.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today's girl's day out was rather interesting. got myself a really nice skirt from This Fashion. You wouldnt have guessed where i got it from if i didnt mention, that sort. and it's only 22 bucks so. yeah. its a steal. lucky me the store didnt have the blouse in my size cuz i wouldve bought it without a moment's hesitation. my mom kept insisting that i get it even though it was a bit tight. it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111876104689389910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111876104689389910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_14_archive.html#111876104689389910' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111868495134810369</id><published>2005-06-14T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T02:27:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he just doesnt like me anymore. i shouldnt have gone there to hand him his things. or thing rather. he saw me in my true state. oh fuck this i should just stop talking to him altogether to avoid any further disappointments. he's too cool for school and for his friends. maybe when im cool he'll notice me. whats that song again.. what can you see if you cant see me, was this all it took for you to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111868495134810369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111868495134810369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_14_archive.html#111868495134810369' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111859235762152854</id><published>2005-06-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:05:57.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don: what do you want then?Me: MOOLAH :DDon: huh. SHUN CHEE PING [&lt;- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA]Me: THEN?! everyone likes money. who the hell wants a stuffed toy. im already allergic to dust. want me to die zit?Don: haha. oh. so funny.HAHAHA igot that off one of my older entries. im gonna get mymom to bring me out tomorrow. cuz i want to get a shirt and new shoes. and i want to get beads. cuz i promised </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111859235762152854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111859235762152854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111859235762152854' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111850351650432380</id><published>2005-06-11T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:26:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after seeing vanessa's situation, i really felt bad for her for ever getting in over her head in things. or him. but there's no one to blame for whats happened, cuz.. shit happens and you cant help it when it does. but i can see that she still likes him.. a lot. and i dont blame her. i just hope she'll feel better after a while. she wont forget him, i know.and yesterday after thinking through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111850351650432380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111850351650432380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_11_archive.html#111850351650432380' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111815591919425908</id><published>2005-06-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:54:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the trip to stupid broadway kopitiam cost me a total of $7.40. i was more than an hour late. but the teh peng was worth it. too bad the lontong wasnt. i dont know why i was so high then. i couldnt stop laughing at everything that happened. from the shouting of orders by the waiter to the stoned old man who sat there day dreaming.. not once touching his kopi. Vanessa looked weird with her swollen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111815591919425908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111815591919425908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_07_archive.html#111815591919425908' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111807742428925978</id><published>2005-06-06T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T01:06:37.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>take this time to find your tongue,a sorry excuse to stop your lies,the best 30 seconds of my life,my angel take your pills,my angel i sold your ring,and now you're speechlessand i can't stop laughingwhy did i laugh so hard baby? (you won't be back and i'm still laughing)i never meant to hurt you (but i did)and i'm sorry that you cried so hard darling, (you won't be back)i'll never hurt you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111807742428925978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111807742428925978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_06_archive.html#111807742428925978' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111798743840450845</id><published>2005-06-05T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:11:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today started off drearily, and ended.. almost about the same. i hate curfews. but i wouldnt know where id be without them. my mom doesnt scold me for coming home after ten. in fact, i dont even remember her saying that i should be home by ten. which means.. that i should be sleeping now cuz im exhausted. eks-ZOS-ted. i still havent gone to borders, you know.sarpedek's just the best.sarpedek: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111798743840450845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111798743840450845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111798743840450845' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111747226270852959</id><published>2005-05-31T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:59:26.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he said: listen to this.she said: ive listened to it before.he said: it was written for you. listen to it again. enjoy.farah now that we're herecan you tell me exactly how i shouldhave done?farah drives with here eyes closeddo you ever inflict unwantedmemories?i know you and i know it won't takeyou long to make me smilefarah angelic girli'll have you know it's you and mepotentiallyfarah don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111747226270852959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111747226270852959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_31_archive.html#111747226270852959' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111735907047344263</id><published>2005-05-29T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:34:07.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess there's only one place to go from here i think the options are clear anyway i'm sure you're tired of waiting for me to figure out where you fit in i guess i'm afraid of what we could because I don't want to sell you short of your dreams i'm sorry for making you wait for me causei don't want to hold you down but i don't want to set you freei don't want to make you run from mei guess it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111735907047344263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111735907047344263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111735907047344263' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111735887607579482</id><published>2005-05-29T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:27:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DO YOU KNOW WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT NOW? caramel frap... venti. i cant wait to get the paper over and done with. so i could go out and shop. and spend the remainder of the day at borders, reading.. and listening. im getting paid today. MWAHAHAAHAHAhahwloawhncsairhana. hu hu. i know i wont score a distinction. its obvious. i havent studied at all this weekend. ive been taking care of julia and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111735887607579482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111735887607579482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111735887607579482' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111720530005269622</id><published>2005-05-27T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:48:20.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You put yourself on the line, risked it all and it has paid off richly. Faris has accepted your invitation to be Friendsters! Oh the times you'll have - - chatting, joining groups together, checking out your joint horoscope, reading each other's blogs, and more. Don't forget to leave a testimonial for Faris - Your Friends at Friendster!AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. of course he would. why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111720530005269622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111720530005269622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_27_archive.html#111720530005269622' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111719614446088669</id><published>2005-05-27T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T20:19:03.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to donovunk : nggyeeelow (: i just wanted to say thank you for doing what you did today. you're so bold, and so thoughtful. and you're always willing to accompany me when im online. just, thank you. no amount of words could do you justice. you're just.. the best-est friend a girl could ever have. maybe, you're gay :D i just feel like giving you a really big hug but belle would just fling me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111719614446088669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111719614446088669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_27_archive.html#111719614446088669' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111694109345659359</id><published>2005-05-24T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:24:53.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh god, 4 slices of pizza seems too much now. my neck's aching and my head's throbbing. it seems as though there's a vein.. from my neck to the top of my head thats tightening, which explains why i cant keep my head up. id have to tilt it slightly to the side so the pain'll go away. i hate pizzas. i'll drink 9 glasses of plain water everydaaaaaaaaaaaay. and i'll eat bread with tuna flakes in oil </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111694109345659359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111694109345659359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_24_archive.html#111694109345659359' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111685281815617735</id><published>2005-05-23T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:53:38.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i spent the whole of today by julia's side in case she wakes up and starts throwing a fit. she's been a pain. but a joy to have and to hold. she's in love with me. and she's a loud farter. she's grown a lot this past month. her face is everchanging.my mom's paying me to babysit Julia this saturday. "i hope you're not only doing this for the money" she said. hell im only doing what ive been doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111685281815617735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111685281815617735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_23_archive.html#111685281815617735' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111677601095601601</id><published>2005-05-22T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:33:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>resare&amp;emyl. says:WHERE DOE SSHE MOSH ANYWAYSYou Keep Me Safe In A Crazy World. says:she does that get real.resare&amp;emyl. says:UNLESS SHE GOE STO GIGSresare&amp;emyl. says:WHICH I DOUBT SHE DOESYou Keep Me Safe In A Crazy World. says:i think with her cello =resare&amp;emyl. says:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAresare&amp;emyl. says:FUCK YOU DANIELresare&amp;emyl. says:HAHAHAHAYou Keep Me Safe In A Crazy World. says:(:daniel is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111677601095601601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111677601095601601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111677601095601601' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111677341170022250</id><published>2005-05-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T22:53:26.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LIEEE FOORRR ONLY YOUUUU.. I LIEEE WEELLL.. HALLELUUUU...when i have enough money, i'll get Brand New's album. uh-huh. and its all thanks to Vanessa, and maybe Matthew. Mostly matthew and mostly Vanessa. Vanetthew. Matthessa. and Martin, for having introduced that poster to me in the first place :D ooooo...just got back from another family gathering. i should convince my aunty to have family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111677341170022250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111677341170022250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111677341170022250' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111669432243795662</id><published>2005-05-22T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:52:02.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been surfing through friendster, looking for old primary school mates. and in the end ive only managed to find one. and it wasnt the one i was intentionally looking for in the first place. on the other hand. i brought my two younger brothers and cousin to Wild Wild Wet today. i wasted 12.90 cuz i didnt swim at all. my period came, or was coming. i just watched them frolic about in the pool. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111669432243795662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111669432243795662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111669432243795662' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111659839659293966</id><published>2005-05-20T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:14:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need a new pair of jeans. and i'll be getting myself a new top. a shirt, preferably. a smart one. i dont know whats with me and smart shirts now. a nice crisp white one's good right about now.i dont what i ate that gave me this splitting headache, but whatever it is, its making me regret ever letting food touch my lips. my milo's too sweet, i cant handle sweet things. next week makrs the start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111659839659293966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111659839659293966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_20_archive.html#111659839659293966' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111641922847909703</id><published>2005-05-18T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:50:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was mundane. except for the fact that fong may mui was being a bitch again. alright but that happens on a daily basis so it makes no difference. i told my mom everything she said and my mom actually [ACTUALLY] wanted to talk to her on my [our] behalf. but it'll just be a waste of her time since Fong'll be grappling with my mom's england. HAHA.my mom's deciding to stop eating sugary food </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111641922847909703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111641922847909703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_18_archive.html#111641922847909703' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111625421469948406</id><published>2005-05-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:11:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bury your head just makes me feel so orgasmic. it gives me spasms :DTHE THINGS YOU SAAIID IM REHEARSINNGG TTHEEEMMM..the vocals. oohhh la la.. SO ANYWAYS! quick edit to what's happened during my weekend. On saturday, we went out for Kim's FKIN BELATED birthday outing. it was great. i ended up laughing till i got stitches, as usual. tasha and delphine came later that night, too bad we didnt get to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111625421469948406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111625421469948406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_16_archive.html#111625421469948406' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111573194225190688</id><published>2005-05-10T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:32:22.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from one of my older entries.." and then ah.. she sneezed and her stud flew right at me!!!!! it landed on the seat beside me. i can only imagine the germs crawling all over it. not to mention the shit. then she korek korek her nose until she so happy. then when she got off the bus she rubbed her nose and placed a finger to where the stud used to be.. trying to feel for it i guess. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111573194225190688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111573194225190688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_10_archive.html#111573194225190688' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111572856247938960</id><published>2005-05-10T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:36:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chinese lessons should be not be held in the presence of non-mandarin speaking students when there is a free period because..1) we dont know what the hell you're saying so what makes you think we'll sit and and keep our mouths shut while you blabber incomprehensibly.2) we should be given the freedom to choose how we'll kill our time in the mean.. time.. BECAUSE. we do not speak mandarin, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111572856247938960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111572856247938960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_10_archive.html#111572856247938960' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111556378735669936</id><published>2005-05-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:49:49.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just want to lie on my bed and pull my blanket over my head and wonder why my life is such a mess. The Early November and Jettie are good accompaniments when you're in the mood to beat the living shit out of yourself. i would know, ive been listening to them all night long. one day i'll look back and wonder why i didnt put in that little bit of effort to make things work. between everyone. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111556378735669936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111556378735669936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111556378735669936' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111547543598495870</id><published>2005-05-07T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:20:58.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the aunt who got bored yesterday was just so.. it was totally absurd. lets keep it at that. on the other hand though, i had fun. before everything else happened. we were checking the guys out at Far East. saw mark and sher. and the clothes were nice, but nothing we fancied. or i, rather. all i bought yesterday were a pair of earrings from Forever 21. my mom absolutely LOVES them. LOVES to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111547543598495870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111547543598495870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_07_archive.html#111547543598495870' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111547506285004908</id><published>2005-05-07T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:11:03.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the birthday girl, hannah with the wings i bought her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111547506285004908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111547506285004908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_07_archive.html#111547506285004908' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111529838767986542</id><published>2005-05-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T21:09:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom's phone looks like an embryo in the mirror. she refuses to switch phones with me, she says my phone's SMS features are too complicated for her to understand. nonsense.i should start studying for geography soon. i picked the wrong day to revise. Thursdays have the best shows, OC, First Mums, One Tree Hill... ooo yeah (:im going to have my hair cut tomorrow, along with Vanessa. Its about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111529838767986542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111529838767986542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_05_archive.html#111529838767986542' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111511923871404785</id><published>2005-05-03T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T19:20:38.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its so. SO. SO. FRUSTRATING. for someone to say "be right back" right in the middle of your conversation.may is so exciting. im gonna get my brother some CDs for his birthday and a book for tasha and eye shadow for kim. EEK. HAHAHAHAH im so funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111511923871404785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111511923871404785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_03_archive.html#111511923871404785' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111504301406533134</id><published>2005-05-02T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:10:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAH AND WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MR ABDULLAH MAHFUTZ. mah-futezz.from cabbing on a daily/4 day basis to complete strangers. "heeeehhh cunnot larrrrh."HAHAHAHAHAHA. god i miss people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111504301406533134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111504301406533134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_02_archive.html#111504301406533134' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111504025932606557</id><published>2005-05-02T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:47:10.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive been having really bad stomachaches these past few days. my mom doesnt believe me when i told her that it was cuz of her constipation syrup. but then aaggaaiin, it might just be diarrhea or however you spell it. diarrheoa. pfft. I JUST HATE HAVING TO WATCH WHAT I EAT [as you can tell] i want porridge. and my asshole feels like its been poked with needles. so everytime i fart or something, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111504025932606557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111504025932606557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_02_archive.html#111504025932606557' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111492339345011353</id><published>2005-05-01T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T12:56:33.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I SHOULDVE GONE FOR PLASTIKPOPSESSIONS. fuck it lah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111492339345011353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111492339345011353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111492339345011353' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111477605905603636</id><published>2005-04-29T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:18:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I CANT FUCKING WAIT TO HAVE LONG HAIR. and i cant wait to visit ATTRACT beauty salon again tomorrow. its about time i had my split ends chopped off. CHOP SUUEEEEYYY.funeral for a friend is the sex. THROUGH HEARTS SHAPED LIKE KALEIDOSCOPES.so malay prelims are over. I shouldnt even BEGIN to feel relieved. in fact, i should start bucking up. My mom's always said, "if everyone else can score, then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111477605905603636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111477605905603636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_29_archive.html#111477605905603636' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111461401050531592</id><published>2005-04-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:00:10.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAST NIGHT + TODAY = %^&amp;*#$)!i said it once, and i'll say it again, i cant wait to leave school.i really need a good pair of earphones. i hate having to borrow my brother's cuz i wont have anything to use if he leaves his in the car. and i cant scold him, cuz they're his.I MISSED EYE FOR A GUY 2.i called mano just now to apologise for yelling at him over the phone last night. he was all "shit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111461401050531592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111461401050531592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_27_archive.html#111461401050531592' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111443883956567194</id><published>2005-04-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:21:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a SHITTY day.My sister keeps shitting and vomitting.i keep shitting, i dont know why.the weather was shitty, it was such a sultry afternoon.i looked like SHIT, cuz i was so tired.. and plus i had to give out invitation cards with Yun Hui and Faseha.KATONG IS SO DAMN BIG. fack it.Neek gave me a stick of gum, which made me want to shit even more. he keeps thinking im taking my N's.made us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111443883956567194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111443883956567194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_25_archive.html#111443883956567194' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111434451452380677</id><published>2005-04-24T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:08:34.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was reading through all my past entries.. and. SIGGGHHHH. i just feel like slapping myself.so maybe i can go for next week's gig. maybe.. i forgot where it was again. velvet joint? after that maybe i'll head to malaysia to get a cup of teh tarik and some chapati. Tangjong Pagar Railway Station. I dont see why they cant sell their things in ringgit since they're working for malaysia. soo, maybe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111434451452380677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111434451452380677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111434451452380677' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111433702071637495</id><published>2005-04-24T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:08:50.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pictures of the new baby. who's still nameless uptill now. BABY NOMBOR LIMA. so its either Kamillia, Julia, Farisha or Amira. OF COURSE THE LAST TWO ARE OUT. i didnt go visit my mom today cuz i was too pissed at my dad + i was sleeping while the rest were getting ready. so i didnt have enough time to get dressed and stuff. but i did call my mom to apologise for not being able to see her. its her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111433702071637495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111433702071637495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111433702071637495' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111427170720352452</id><published>2005-04-23T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:57:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant wait till the day my mom leaves my dad for a better life. one without him in the picture. like i said, once i get a proper job i'll bring them to their dream holiday destination just to get them away from him. he's seriously sucking the life out of us. if i had my way he wouldnt be allowed anywhere near the baby, within a 500m radius even. so far i cant even make out his face. he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111427170720352452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111427170720352452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_23_archive.html#111427170720352452' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111418447537959860</id><published>2005-04-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:41:15.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eyes wide open for the first time.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111418447537959860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111418447537959860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_22_archive.html#111418447537959860' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111418443572778618</id><published>2005-04-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:03:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>julia. asleep. i think. HELLO! today marks the arrival of the newest addition to my family, Julia. well its julia for now, we're still deciding. but she looks like a julia. SHE'S SO CUTE I SWEAR. i was so excited to see her for the first time. AND SHE'S SO WELL BEHAVED. the first thing that i noticed about her was her long fingers and huge feet. which only means she'll be tall. im relieved to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111418443572778618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111418443572778618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_22_archive.html#111418443572778618' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111409333533777552</id><published>2005-04-21T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:22:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just got back from visiting my mom. by the time i finish school tomorrow she wouldve been out of the delivery room already. so im probably rushing home after school straight away. her room was crowded. the other patients just seemed to fill the room even though there were only 4 of them in total. my mom looked so well rested and i guessed she got so tired of waiting for us she decided to plait </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111409333533777552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111409333533777552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_21_archive.html#111409333533777552' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111399136843929485</id><published>2005-04-20T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:04:04.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom brought me out for chendol :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. GEYLANG CHENDOL.i have no clue where my red shirt went. i couldve sworn id hung it in my closet like all the other shirts and its the only one missing. and ive only worn it TWICE. i need to go shopping :D im gonna have the time of my life in June + the baby.OOOOOOOOOOO its gonna be so exciting. having another sibling. i know my mom's gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111399136843929485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111399136843929485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_20_archive.html#111399136843929485' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111382996543300985</id><published>2005-04-18T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:41:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the puss in my pimple shot out of the bulge and splurted all over my mirror. IM OFFICIALLY PIMPLE FREE, for now.miss zubaidah should be stripped off her post and hung on a wooden plank out in the middle of the field. it's a WONDER she's still a 'miss'. its just a waste of my time to even BOTHER justifying my actions cuz i know i didnt do anything wrong, so why bother. she went to the extent of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111382996543300985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111382996543300985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_18_archive.html#111382996543300985' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111374907307311179</id><published>2005-04-17T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:44:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday Drive - The Early Novemberno more trying. we will never be the same.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111374907307311179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111374907307311179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111374907307311179' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111373690583764729</id><published>2005-04-17T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:21:45.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my heads been throbbing for the past two days. the hamburger i ate this morning only made it worse. since im so sensitive to meat. which seriously sucks. since i cant go a week without having a taste of red meat. its that bad. my mouth'll water everytime i think of a big fat juicy steak. aiya, whatever lah.tomorrow's mano's birthday and i havent gotten around to getting him something. i already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111373690583764729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111373690583764729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111373690583764729' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111364234823021694</id><published>2005-04-16T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T17:05:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me: eh jonathan, could you lend me 10 cents?jon: *digs into his pocket* i dont have 10 cents. but i have DIRTY SENSE. get it?HAHAHAHAHAHHAA. i miss him so much. thirty cents.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111364234823021694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111364234823021694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_16_archive.html#111364234823021694' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111331052380547903</id><published>2005-04-12T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:55:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>homework's piling up. my mom and ive been talking A LOT. we watch TV together, and talk. and eat, and talk. she likes teaching me new things. and talking about current issues. which i find pretty interesting. she's weird. she's like me, in a better way. she's big now.waking up to study in the wee hours of the morning really helps. most of the questions i studied came out during the physics test. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111331052380547903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111331052380547903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_12_archive.html#111331052380547903' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111304874684850898</id><published>2005-04-09T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:01:01.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so my cousin from england's back. i cant help but laugh everytime he speaks cuz he just seems so different. he looks so flushed all the time. "cuz its so hot heeyah thets whoii" my brothers feel so compelled to speak properly around him. which is good. so. anyways. it'll be a week till i can see my other cousins again. my aunt's coming up to see us i think. i look like shite.sepet is a good movie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111304874684850898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111304874684850898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_09_archive.html#111304874684850898' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111296479105578565</id><published>2005-04-08T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:55:02.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont you just hate it when people come up to you, and starts pointing out your mistakes, telling you what to do and what NOT to do.. when they're the ones who arent practising what they preach? DONT YOU? dont you just hate people who bitch about others when they're the ones who're guilty of doing the EXACT same thing they're accusing others for? HUH? DONT YOU? DONT YOU JUST HAAYY-TTTTE THEM. DONT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111296479105578565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111296479105578565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_08_archive.html#111296479105578565' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111276902362894685</id><published>2005-04-06T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:30:23.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a dream. and in that dream i saw Kim, Erica, Ashley [???], mark, mano, delphine, sherry, tasha, martin, donovan and the pope?!eh. could this be a sign?! i guess not. we were in a church. it seemed familiar, like the ones ive seen on tv. erica, kim and i came in late.. we came in when the show had already started. i just saw flashing lights and mark tearing at his guitar and some hooligan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111276902362894685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111276902362894685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_06_archive.html#111276902362894685' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111261591341890838</id><published>2005-04-04T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:59:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don: its not. its sakit campakMe: yes i know that. But i just prefer calling it pox ayam.Don: is that supposed to be a joke?Me: yes. so laugh.Don: ha-ha.Me: pox ayam sounds so much better ok.Don: just so you know, its still not funny.Me: cant a girl make a joke without having someone intervene all the time?Don: apparently not. hahaMe: nonsense.nonsense. i was in bed till 4. the weather was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111261591341890838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111261591341890838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_04_archive.html#111261591341890838' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111259958912501735</id><published>2005-04-04T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:26:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THERE ARE MANY THINGS THAT ID LIKE TO SAY TO YOU BUT I DONT KNOW HOW. CUZ MAYBE YOU'RE GONNA BE THE ONE THAT SAVES ME, AND AFTER ALL, YOU'RE MY WONDERWALL.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111259958912501735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111259958912501735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_04_archive.html#111259958912501735' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111253589179586254</id><published>2005-04-03T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:44:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so my mum decided to clean up the mess in my room and clear out the junk [a lot of it] and.. uhm. ive [plus my mom and dad and my brother, a bit] have been at it since morning.. i think. or noon. things started going downhill as soon as i stepped in cuz im the sort who doesnt clean up by shoving things into drawers. i took almost an hour to sort out my make up. and EVEN LONGER to sort out the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111253589179586254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111253589179586254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111253589179586254' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111234295646266582</id><published>2005-04-01T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:09:16.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i have chicken pox. i cant stop sweating cuz im feeling feverish. i smell like sweat drenched pancakes. ive been sleeping for 4 hours at a time and there are small bumps behind my ears and on my left temple and on my neck which could be the chicken pox but the doctor said i didnt have chicken pox and that my temperature was normal. of course it was, after making me wait in an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111234295646266582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111234295646266582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111234295646266582' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111227614063568888</id><published>2005-03-31T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:35:40.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my monitor's back. which means my internets back. which means, i can finally complete my lit essay. aahhh :) hello, ive been so detached from the cyber world. so much ive missed [i wish] and i just cant listen to bed light for blue eyesssssss :(((((( im having to resort to hidden in plain view. oh and my brother went to simple plan's concert last night and now he's besotted with pug jelly. which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111227614063568888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111227614063568888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_03_31_archive.html#111227614063568888' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111045463987933524</id><published>2005-03-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T19:37:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how gerald sees yong lin. LMFAO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111045463987933524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111045463987933524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_03_10_archive.html#111045463987933524' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111036911163119137</id><published>2005-03-09T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:51:51.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they really shouldntve cancelled days of our lives. ive been watching it since i was 10 or.. 9. and it wasnt like the show was ending or anything, they just had to substitute it with another one of those boring dramamama singaporean soaps.. or. was it.. that baby show. or. pfft. whatever. NOTHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO WHEN I COME HOME.i wonder why kampung people call each other by nicknames like "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111036911163119137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111036911163119137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_03_09_archive.html#111036911163119137' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111028347687632584</id><published>2005-03-08T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:04:36.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess i really wanted braces just so they could cover up my teeth whenever i smile. AND IM REALLY TORN BETWEEN MY FAMILY AND GUIDES. i dont know if i should go for my cousin's bbq party.. or just go for the campfire. for the sake of not pangseh-ing kim. HAHAH. pangseh.. she's always saying "EEHHH! YOU ALWAYS PANGSEH ME LEEEHHHH.. *stamps her feet*" i just feel like kissing everyone till their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111028347687632584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111028347687632584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_03_08_archive.html#111028347687632584' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111011838267613788</id><published>2005-03-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:13:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom disapproves of my newly altered jeans cuz it's too straight cut for her. she says i look weird in it. im starting to believe thats true. I NEVER ASKED FOR IT TO BE THIS STRAIGHT. but im still saving up to get a new pair of jeans so, yeah. my rice-free diet starts tomorrow. more red meat, less carbohydrates. or something. cuz i keep getting headaches or i feel really light headed everytime </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111011838267613788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111011838267613788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111011838267613788' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111003662452365661</id><published>2005-03-05T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:30:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>id definitely work at Mango after the O's. DEFINITELY. who wouldnt want to earn a thousand bucks  a month. i definitely would :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111003662452365661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111003662452365661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_03_05_archive.html#111003662452365661' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-111003561584279994</id><published>2005-03-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:13:35.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think barbeque parties are nice but not that often. and to think , there'll be more soon. i just really need to shit. on the other hand, bowling was good. not that many people turned up but it was still as fun as barrel of monkeys. pool was so much more better. i still suck at it. next week [next week]im not yours but you'll be mine forever and a day.you have eehhteetoood man. i saw the filming</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111003561584279994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/111003561584279994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_03_05_archive.html#111003561584279994' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110995018813078758</id><published>2005-03-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:29:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know we just got here but i think its time to goi didnt wanna believe it, now i know.you know who just walked in and she didnt come alone. i cant stand to see this, get me home. take me away right now.second day of my menstrual cycle. the morning started off pretty bad. i sat for a total of 4 hours? and i had to stand to push my table to the front of the class for the physics test and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110995018813078758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110995018813078758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_03_04_archive.html#110995018813078758' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110984410527686083</id><published>2005-03-03T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:01:45.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well its been a while since i came online. my modem's just giving me a lot of problems. on the other hand, im looking forward to a string of treats by the graduates *HINT HINT* especially razif. with a head like his, it wasnt hard to score a distinction for both a&amp;e maths. SHAKEWHATCHOMAMAGAVEYOU. and it made me wonder if i'll be able to do just as well this year. nothing above 15. good.i love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110984410527686083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110984410527686083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_03_03_archive.html#110984410527686083' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110923673594767779</id><published>2005-02-24T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T17:18:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im just too lazy to post now. but i just did. Plain White Ts is good.someday ill pay the bills with this guitar. we'll have it goodid ditch shopping for caramel ice cream + Copeland any time (: thinking of heading down to Spotlight to get dark brown beads to make a necklace.and i realise that im really stingy with my money. school's ripping me of my 14 bucks. which ive refused to pay. dont give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110923673594767779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110923673594767779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_24_archive.html#110923673594767779' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110898411165955963</id><published>2005-02-21T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:08:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOSHUA. WHOZUH GOODBOOYYYY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898411165955963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898411165955963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_21_archive.html#110898411165955963' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110898408001620566</id><published>2005-02-21T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:08:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>khaleil's sister </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898408001620566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898408001620566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_21_archive.html#110898408001620566' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110898399552596877</id><published>2005-02-21T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:06:35.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>emo kid. HAHAHA.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898399552596877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898399552596877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_21_archive.html#110898399552596877' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110898395254815610</id><published>2005-02-21T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:05:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the birthday boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898395254815610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898395254815610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_21_archive.html#110898395254815610' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110898381459976981</id><published>2005-02-21T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:03:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love my chemical romance.AND. i shouldve stayed at TP longer so i could see what was happening that night. i missed a lot of things and i didnt even realise it. till now that is.today was a real emotional rollercoaster. for me, that is. guess i just shouldve just attended the camp, for at least a few hours. instead of dismissing it, totally. ihatebeingemotional. i hate crying in front of other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898381459976981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110898381459976981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_21_archive.html#110898381459976981' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110878624872504605</id><published>2005-02-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:10:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tp's open house was good. went for the second time yesterday but unfortunately we didnt get to watch the skit again. the biz skit was totally irrelevant, i thought. but, the atmosphere in TP's just so.. different.. as compared to Ngee Ann. saw glenn. rushing off to somewhere. met a few more people. yeah, definitely going to TP.got a call from mano saying he couldnt meet me there since his shift </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110878624872504605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110878624872504605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_19_archive.html#110878624872504605' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110847294039519120</id><published>2005-02-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:09:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the gifts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110847294039519120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110847294039519120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_15_archive.html#110847294039519120' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110847120633535077</id><published>2005-02-15T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:48:15.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the cake OH SWEET SIXTEEN. TIS NOT SO SWEET NOW AS IT WAS BEFORE!my mom bought me chocolate cake.SHE'S THE BEST AH. something she stopped doing after i turned 6. its taken her 10 years to realise the significance of a cake. well, it wasnt THAT nice lah. wouldve preferred mango cake but. yeah then id be the only one eating. where's the fun in that?THANK YOU ALL FOR THE PRESENTS! AND THE WELL </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110847120633535077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110847120633535077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_15_archive.html#110847120633535077' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110838652112108375</id><published>2005-02-14T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:08:41.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remember wishing i could sing like Jasmine from Aladdin. and i cant believe how long its been since i last watched Power Rangers the movie. the power rangers now are just.. crap. seriously.. they should just stop airing it cuz all the good ones have already left. i used to WANT to like kimberly.. only cuz she was the only female power ranger i liked. but after Tommy came into the picture.. she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110838652112108375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110838652112108375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_14_archive.html#110838652112108375' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110818572747057878</id><published>2005-02-12T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:22:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>monkey. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110818572747057878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110818572747057878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_12_archive.html#110818572747057878' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110818497372839462</id><published>2005-02-12T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:09:33.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goodbye purple walls.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110818497372839462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110818497372839462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytornlip-.blogspot.com/2005_02_12_archive.html#110818497372839462' title=''/><author><name>`ferhanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410478814410030539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147137.post-110794018749750242</id><published>2005-02-09T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:12:26.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The words I write, are cheap and trite,But they're drawn on the back of your door surrounded by, numbers that,remind of the ones before. if im a writer, and im a poet, i might love you, but never show it.you know, this isnt my idea of fun. my hair's in knots cuz of the sea water. spent my whole morning at the beach with my family. milligram smile's been on repeat mode for the last half an hour.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110794018749750242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147137/posts/default/110794018749750242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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