<?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-1765058091891598919</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:17:18.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG CLOSED</title><subtitle type='html'>Closed down..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-5580438549744499485</id><published>2009-09-17T14:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:18:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye, for now.</title><content type='html'>I'm closing down this blog because I feel I have become &lt;u&gt;lost&lt;/u&gt; with it. I have gone so far off track that I feel that I need a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fresh start&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fresh face&lt;/span&gt;. So though I am closing, I will not be gone for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if my interest towards blogging and writing comes rolling again, I'll write something. But not here, in a new blog. Don't worry, I'll inform you guys through &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/dilaa93"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; if I decide to start blogging again. But right now, I just don't feel like it. My life is currently dull, lifeless and just plain &lt;u&gt;boringggg&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you guys again soon! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-5580438549744499485?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5580438549744499485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=5580438549744499485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5580438549744499485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5580438549744499485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-for-now.html' title='goodbye, for now.'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-6946174303447075052</id><published>2009-09-08T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:34:21.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg lupe nk wish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good luck to all UPSR candidates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*especially to my beloved cousin, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nureen Qistina binti Khairulnizam&lt;/span&gt; (don't know if I spelled her dad's name right though haha)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-6946174303447075052?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6946174303447075052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=6946174303447075052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6946174303447075052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6946174303447075052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-luck-dd.html' title='Good luck :DD'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-1114765351217132384</id><published>2009-09-07T07:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:00:27.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF %$#@**#</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; because its true..... it's also as sad as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;what the HELL is wrong with you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-1114765351217132384?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1114765351217132384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=1114765351217132384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1114765351217132384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1114765351217132384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html' title='WTF %$#@**#'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-4422646588212512556</id><published>2009-09-06T07:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:33:55.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody’s boring me and I think it’s me</title><content type='html'>Wow its been a while since I wrote something interesting in here :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad cut off the internet so I would spend less time in front of my laptop. I can't possibly ask him to turn it back on because everytime I try to, he'd say he didn't do anything to it. &lt;u&gt;I doubt that&lt;/u&gt; (omg I can't believe I said that. He's probably reading this hahah). Am I supposed to believe the internet got cut off &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"magically"&lt;/span&gt; by itself? He could be telling the truth though hehh because I told my mom about it and my mom, as expected, went &lt;b&gt;bonkers&lt;/b&gt; and of course she was on my dad's side HAHA. She was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jgn tuduh tuduh org&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did during the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no-internet&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;internetless&lt;/span&gt; week :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SqMEofsSGfI/AAAAAAAAALk/9qjqN_6g4QA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SqMEofsSGfI/AAAAAAAAALk/9qjqN_6g4QA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147473759017458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SqME5pWpYTI/AAAAAAAAALs/fOJ9VrSHf-I/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SqME5pWpYTI/AAAAAAAAALs/fOJ9VrSHf-I/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147768410399026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iphoto, itunes, iphoto, itunes, iphoto, itunes, itunes, itunes...... iphoto and itunes back and forth! I browsed through the photos in my iphoto, organized it and added some new faces to the library. Yes, I was &lt;u&gt;beyond&lt;/u&gt; bored. Don't worry, everyone in &lt;b&gt;4 aman&lt;/b&gt; is in my faces library :D.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; iphoto ni gedik, die nak recognize jgk faces korg&lt;/span&gt; ;P. So I labelled down you guys' names and there they are! Credit to shaher for the photos. Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;botak/grandpa&lt;/span&gt; :P!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;truly fascinating&lt;/span&gt; that they tend to mistake haikal for mira hahahah :DD yeah, they soooo don't look alike &lt;u&gt;AT ALL&lt;/u&gt;. As you can see in the second pic, I only had 450 items in my itunes and now, tadaaaaa &lt;b&gt;464 items&lt;/b&gt;! I added another album, Love Drunk from Boys Like Girls :D &lt;br /&gt;Neat cover flow huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you LOADS to iphoto and itunes for the so-called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;entertainment&lt;/span&gt; they have provided to me and mira throughout the whole week hehhh =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-4422646588212512556?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4422646588212512556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=4422646588212512556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4422646588212512556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4422646588212512556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-is-killing-me-slowly.html' title='somebody’s boring me and I think it’s me'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SqMEofsSGfI/AAAAAAAAALk/9qjqN_6g4QA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-2263512993526136347</id><published>2009-09-06T06:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:53:06.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks fellina! ;)</title><content type='html'>I've got an award! Thank you, &lt;a href="http://thebracesberkarat.blogspot.com"&gt;fellina&lt;/a&gt; sygg for the award and and the tag :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SqLkY7MH3VI/AAAAAAAAALc/4unIZJRYNJg/s1600-h/award3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SqLkY7MH3VI/AAAAAAAAALc/4unIZJRYNJg/s400/award3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378112021890325842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. siapakah kawan yg pertama sekali ketika anda buat blog ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui xian kot ntah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. siapakah orang yg pertama sekali yg memberi anda award?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebracesberkarat.blogspot.com"&gt;Nurul Natasya Fellina Binti Rosli&lt;/a&gt; ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. siapakah orang yg terakhir yg membuat anda nangis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jsdhfdsjkf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. bila berbuka pose ape yg anda makan dulu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food duhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. bila anda sedang berangan...siapa yg selalu ganggu anda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'twins', tisya and tasya *bdk bdk prasan kembar* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. lagu terakhir yg anda dengar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two is better than one - boys like girls ft. taylor swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. blog siapa yg terakhir anda melawat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebracesberkarat.blogspot.com"&gt;fellina's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#ef417e"&gt;♥♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. cerita yg terakhir anda tengok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie - titanic &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;show - hope &amp; faith (hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. novel yg paling anda gemari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randa abdel-fattah's and meg cabot's (sorry j.k. rowling :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. anda hendak memberi award &amp; tag ni kepada siapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-2263512993526136347?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2263512993526136347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=2263512993526136347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2263512993526136347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2263512993526136347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/09/thanks-fellina.html' title='thanks fellina! ;)'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SqLkY7MH3VI/AAAAAAAAALc/4unIZJRYNJg/s72-c/award3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-6511596320286616456</id><published>2009-08-31T21:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:55:30.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart will go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpvfejFzg9I/AAAAAAAAALU/B1oGQIyMGeM/s1600-h/titanic_mesuem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpvfejFzg9I/AAAAAAAAALU/B1oGQIyMGeM/s400/titanic_mesuem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376136296105477074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghh the movie &lt;u&gt;titanic&lt;/u&gt; is sooooooo depressing! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sumpah 'feeling' gile wehh tgk cite tu&lt;/span&gt; HAHAH. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nyampah btol&lt;/span&gt;. It wasn't only the love story between Jack and Rose that made it overwhelmingly sad to me, but the true history behind it. To be honest, I hardly slept the night I watched the movie because I kept thinking about it and it really bothered me. And messed and got into my dreams too urgh &gt;.&lt; Can you see how depressing the movie is to me? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;. And lately, I've been doing a lot of research about &lt;u&gt;RMS titanic&lt;/u&gt;. There are so many tradgedies in the world today, yet this story still seems to be so upsetting. Especially the part near the end, when Jack and Rose are in the water, and the life boat comes by, so she starts shaking him to show him the boat, but he doesnt wake up…. and then the music starts playing and she starts crying and the boat is leaving.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ITS SO SAD&lt;/span&gt;!!! It sucks that everyone dies T.T &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ESPECIALLY JACK&lt;/span&gt;!! Ok, this might be a little overboard LOL. Alia even told me to get over it but I just can't HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets get this whole &lt;u&gt;titanic&lt;/u&gt; thing off our minds lol. So school starts tomorrow, another reason to be depressed about T.T and my homeworks are still there, untouched. Another reason to be depressed! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to amalanda today to buy some ice cream, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;baskin robbins&lt;/span&gt;. Duhh today is the 31st, never forget that because you only get that 31% off promotion thingy every two months. My mom spent over a RM100 on ice cream =.= Then, of course we stopped by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the body shop&lt;/span&gt; to pick up some stuff. Oh and I got a pair of contact lens for freeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are now crazy about facebook haha. The only way they can keep in touch with some of their old friends from kelantan. Hehhh technology makes everything easier these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got home from alamanda and we attempted to make the original toll house cookies and turned out to taste, hmmmm funny. My dad called them '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bread&lt;/span&gt;' =.= because to him, it tastes like it. Yeah right, bread. He was just being &lt;b&gt;sarcastic&lt;/b&gt;. We burnt the first batch so they're black and dark and doesn't look that tempting at all hehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and before I forget, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL YOU MALAYSIANS OUT THERE&lt;/span&gt;!! Malaysia is now 52 woohoo  :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of loveee,&lt;br /&gt;dila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-6511596320286616456?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6511596320286616456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=6511596320286616456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6511596320286616456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6511596320286616456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-will-go-on.html' title='my heart will go on'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpvfejFzg9I/AAAAAAAAALU/B1oGQIyMGeM/s72-c/titanic_mesuem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-6071167917278069122</id><published>2009-08-30T11:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:40:24.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy sweet 16th nur syahiirah hasri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Spnz4GMTVdI/AAAAAAAAALM/BZUV4oqZlWM/s1600-h/syiira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Spnz4GMTVdI/AAAAAAAAALM/BZUV4oqZlWM/s400/syiira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375595775303833042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(239, 65, 126);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH SYIIRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(239, 65, 126);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long way to go babe! Don't need to act all grown up ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pressie? hehe tu nnti kte beli ok makcik &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilysm &lt;u&gt;best friend!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-6071167917278069122?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6071167917278069122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=6071167917278069122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6071167917278069122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6071167917278069122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-sweet-16th-nur-syahiirah-hasri.html' title='happy sweet 16th nur syahiirah hasri!'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Spnz4GMTVdI/AAAAAAAAALM/BZUV4oqZlWM/s72-c/syiira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-3067817946830318382</id><published>2009-08-29T10:25:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:03:10.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can an afternoon revert?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpiRyDLMGQI/AAAAAAAAALE/2mreX5RQwoc/s1600-h/miradef.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpiRyDLMGQI/AAAAAAAAALE/2mreX5RQwoc/s400/miradef.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375206444298410242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(mira? dila? You guess! Lets see if you get it right :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessss I missed another post. yayyyy =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting in about 2 days and I haven't done my homework. &lt;u&gt;AT ALL&lt;/u&gt;. Na-ah not even a single word or alphabet. Yes, I AM a lazy bum. I have to do an EST presentation individually on friday and guess what? I have NOTHING as in BLANK, NOTHING, ZERO. Great. Just &lt;u&gt;GREAT&lt;/u&gt;. I have the whole week to finish my presentation and yet, I didn't do anything. I'm so fried. Someone help me please, I don't want to be a &lt;b&gt;human chicken wing&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt; =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have more homeworks to do. Chemistry, mathematics, biology, EST, english etc. Not just EST.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; ALL THAT&lt;/span&gt; in 2 days. wow 0.o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TURN BACK THE TIME PLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we ate mcdonald's today for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt;. Haikal drove us there. The que wasn't as long as last time's because by the time we got there, it was still 4.15 in the morning. It was a good thing but unfortunately they were short of staff, I mean who wants to work that shift? So an order took foreverrrrrrrr! There were a couple of cars in front of us but it took almost 30 minutes just to place our orders, crazy. And another 30 just to get our orders. Again, &lt;u&gt;crazy&lt;/u&gt;. Alia was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I knew that was too good to be true! Msti ade catch pnye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this angry customer queing behind us and he had this mad look on his face that clearly says "I'm pissed off". I should've brought a camera and snap a pic of him and post it here hehe. He got tired of waiting and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I watched &lt;u&gt;Titanic&lt;/u&gt; today for the first time ever. I know, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;memang ketinggalan zaman&lt;/span&gt; =.= Actually, I never knew what the movie is all about. I've always thought it was another action packed super-power movie with villains, super heroes and stuff,  you know, like fantastic 4 :D HAHAH laugh all you want people. Becuase I never liked that kind of movie, thats the reason why I didn't watch it. It turned out to be &lt;u&gt;CHICK FLICK&lt;/u&gt;. A great one ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Omg sedih gilaaa siutt&lt;/span&gt; haha. This is the saddest line ever :'( ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Jack there's a boat... Jack.. Jack.. Jack... Jack?... there's a boat Jack... Jack?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Picture/8979/sounds/boatjack.wav"&gt;Click here to listen!&lt;/a&gt; I really can't get over how sad the movie is! &lt;u&gt;SUPER SADDDD&lt;/u&gt;. Honestly, I did cry throughout the movie especially at the end. I wanted to cry my eyes out but alia kept looking at me and laughed her butt off, I can't even feel it, you know what I mean? That girl just smiled at me. Geesh, whats wrong with you woman?! I guess she wanted to see how I react to the sadness of the movie HAHA. What a nasty little bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titanic is sooo in my favourite movie list :D! Oh and if you guys haven't noticed, I put my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;archives&lt;/span&gt; back on the sidebar yayy. Yeah, check my old posts if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip hip cheerio :P &lt;br /&gt;dila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-3067817946830318382?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3067817946830318382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=3067817946830318382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3067817946830318382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3067817946830318382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-afternoon-revert.html' title='can an afternoon revert?'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpiRyDLMGQI/AAAAAAAAALE/2mreX5RQwoc/s72-c/miradef.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-3883409003318800774</id><published>2009-08-27T09:25:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:17:03.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not unbroken anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpX57Sos61I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vrSe1K8G8mM/s1600-h/__Sad_past___by_Ekevdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpX57Sos61I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vrSe1K8G8mM/s400/__Sad_past___by_Ekevdb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374476527346707282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I missed yesterday's post! haha so much for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't worry, this blog will be updated regularly from now onwards" &lt;/span&gt;! lol If you go back to the previous post you'll see I even had a smily after it =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was gonna write something last night but I fell asleep. I am usually active at night doing stuff on myspace, chatting on ym and stuff like that but since I decided to leave them, I've got nothing to do during the night - except for homeworks but everyone knows I don't do homeworks. So last night, I did nothing and that led me to a &lt;u&gt;deep deep sleep&lt;/u&gt;. Yes, DEEP indeed. Kookie was lying beside me on my bed licking herself and I was doing nothing but watching her cleaning herself which was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gross and disgusting&lt;/span&gt; and the next thing we knew we were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sleeping like logs&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry for that we just can't help it heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyways, mira and alia watched this movie called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Room 1408&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't, I was doing my thing. Don't ask. The movie is a thriller and they were screaming like monkeys. So while we were doing a cute little research on what the movie is all about on the internet we found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotel626.com/"&gt;Hotel 626&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Click on the link to find out what it is, I'm not gonna explain what it is here (what a waste of words btw). So we dimmed all the lights and of course we played the game. Damn it we screamed like hellllll, I tell yea. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Scary gilaaaaa kot&lt;/span&gt; haha. We got till level 4 and then we stopped because our mom babbled about the noise we made eheh :D. So tonight, we're going to duct tape our mouths and play the game. No, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. Lets just hope our noses aren't stuffy tonight =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now other than writing this lame-o post that only a nobody would read =.=, I'm with my guitar playing &lt;b&gt;Capri&lt;/b&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; song from Colbie Caillat. I love love love this song! &lt;span style="color:#ef417e;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369220a3hjk9pcg9.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a big big fan of Colbie Caillat :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should just shut up now &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*muffled voice*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369286qzqm85uhnl.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;dila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;P/s: aren't these monkeys just soooo cute??!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-3883409003318800774?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3883409003318800774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=3883409003318800774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3883409003318800774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3883409003318800774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-unbroken-anymore.html' title='its not unbroken anymore'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpX57Sos61I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vrSe1K8G8mM/s72-c/__Sad_past___by_Ekevdb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-5534742388621478887</id><published>2009-08-25T23:33:00.053+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:00:34.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm flooded with all this pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpQOFoGcb_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4XhU4L7h-DE/s1600-h/moody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpQOFoGcb_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4XhU4L7h-DE/s320/moody.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373935745186426866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to all my beloved readers (like I even have one haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days have been so hard on me. Acceptance is just too hard for me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So I'm thinking of taking a break to get my mind off of some things.&lt;/span&gt; As in a whole week off of myspace, ym, facebook etc. Yes, you heard that right. I just realized what really makes me feel even worse really is the online social networking sites, whatever you wanna call it. So a good decision is to leave them for a while, for a week at least.  I'm gonna keep myslef away and escape from the online world for a moment, except for this blog, I will be updating it. &lt;u&gt;I've realized that I need to be with my friends and family more.&lt;/u&gt; I know I'm overreacting and being a drama queen and all but then again, I overreact to a lot of things. It's me. That's just how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made my decision yet though. Because to me I think this is a huge thing and I want to make sure I'm doing the right thing. Hoping for your opinion but I will make my decision before tomorrow. I'm not gonna say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt; yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, this blog will be updated regularly from now onwards :) (if i can keep up lah haha). &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So keep checking back for updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if you're gonna ask why, here's the answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;none of your business lahh!&lt;/span&gt; Truth is, I don't even know why I'm feeling this way lately, seriously. I've been thinking a lot lately and I've been getting emotional all of a sudden and cry for things I don't think I should. Ok, that was a TOTAL lie, I didn't cry lol. But I've been feeling down for the past couple of days and I'm actually pretty puzzled too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369157htrr738f6t.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;see you guys later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/s: taufiq, i paid your one-month wow subscription thingy. Bile nk byr balik pakcik? ehehe :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;------------------------- UPDATED -------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decision made! I wont be on myspace, ym, facebook etc. for this whole week. Just gotta break free once in a while and spend more time with my friends and family. I'll only be on blogger writing blog entries each day. Leave me a message if you need to. Friends, text me if you really have to :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goodbye.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(oh wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; how dramatic haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-5534742388621478887?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5534742388621478887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=5534742388621478887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5534742388621478887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5534742388621478887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-flooded-with-all-this-pain.html' title='i&apos;m flooded with all this pain'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SpQOFoGcb_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4XhU4L7h-DE/s72-c/moody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-1158776259367271322</id><published>2009-08-24T11:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:10:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you change your mind like a girl changes clothes</title><content type='html'>Ok so the school holidays just kicked in and that means.....???? I'm free for the whole week!! Well almost, erm not really, I still have homeworks to get busy with but yes, I will try my hardest to keep my blog updated regularly :). And yes, I'm a lazy bum when it comes to keeping up with stuff that I'm supposed to! I just don't have the determination to do ANYTHING! Proof? I haven't updated my blog in like... months I guess? Thats a solid proof, yea? :P I wish I'm more like Aina :P, she has the determination to do anything! She's very systematic and organized about anything. That's one thing that I've always always always adored about her :D. But! She worries about everything. hehhhh &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just saw kookie cleaning herself. She cleaned her *%$# like ewwww. Thats just soo wrong in so many ways I don't know where to start. I mean why couldn't she just let me give her a bath? Everytime she sees the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baldi kan&lt;/span&gt;, she'll pop out her nails and we just have to let her go. She's strong and super fatt she can do anything! Believe me, you haven't seen the fattest cat ever untill you've seen kookie. She's 6kg for god sake! For a 2 year-old female cat, thats just wayyy too fat. Mega fat! Beyond fat! Like elephant fat! ................... Ok, I got carried away but she IS definitely fat. Sorry kookie if you think this is insulting :P You're still the cutest most adorable cat to me! Sounds cheesy? haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of kookie which totally reminds me of my capo for a second for some reasons which I don't even know (sorry i can be a little bubbly sometimes :P), haikal stole my capo and I've been playing songs in the wrong key basically because i didnt have any other capo left. So my dad bought me a new one which turned out to be too darn tight so I had to use some extra energy (mira :P) just to clip it on the fretboard which annoys me sooo much.  hurghh its supposed to go loose after a long use so i'm waiting for that to happen. In the meantime, i need mira to help me put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping wise, we went to sunway pyramid yesterday and did a little girlie shopping with mira haha. We went into &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the body shop&lt;/span&gt; and bought some things. Oh and don't forget &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;forever 21&lt;/span&gt;, my fave ever clothing store, of course we went there too but didn't get anything from it because we just simply didn't feel like it lol. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miss selfridge&lt;/span&gt;! Nahh they have nothing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you know what, I'll update this blog again later! I seriously need to go get myself a shower :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;See you guys later&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-1158776259367271322?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1158776259367271322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=1158776259367271322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1158776259367271322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1158776259367271322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-change-your-mind-like-girl-changes.html' title='you change your mind like a girl changes clothes'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-2818847881272024315</id><published>2009-08-07T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:25:28.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oi!</title><content type='html'>Havent written in a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; ehheh. Malass kot :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm not gonna write long just letting you guys know that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;two jumbo bamboo skewers&lt;/span&gt; and their friends are going to perform tomorrow *claps*! Isnt it interesting? How many times have you seen bamboo skewers running around the stage singing like a bunch of fools? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go, mira's calling. Before she goes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"oi! lets put another shrimp on the barbie"&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-2818847881272024315?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2818847881272024315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=2818847881272024315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2818847881272024315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2818847881272024315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/08/oi.html' title='oi!'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-3987025772075875369</id><published>2009-06-09T07:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:24:35.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dental phobia and anxiety?</title><content type='html'>We went to see the dentist yesterday with cik da and omg alia cried through the whole process where she got her teeth cleaned. She was making faces and noises. Me and cik da were giggling so hard at the back i almost laughed like an idiot watching alia's reaction towards the tools the dentist used to clean her teeth xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. emmellia was telling alia how braces would hurt a bunch more than that teensy weensy cleaning she had because alia's getting braces too. Soon after she got all her baby teeth knocked out heee. Alia was like "in that case, tanak ah braces". haha yeah right! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can you bear with THAT, alia? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got one of my front teeth fixed yayy :D. Honestly, I enjoyed getting them fixed. It was rather pleasant, soothing and relaxing lol. I was actually planning to get the ridges/mamelons filed to smooth them out but dr. emmellia was totally against it. She said I could wait for it to smooth out naturally. What a bummer cuz by this age, its abnormally abnormal, like alien abnormal to still have those ridges 0.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, I'm so desperate, I might also go see another dentist that is totally fine with filing the ridges. Yeah, that's how desperate I am  hehe :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and syafiqah sang &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;touch my hand by david archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the other day xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Trying to reach out to you, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TAJ MAHAL&lt;/span&gt;, reach out as far as you can, only me, only you, and the band, trying to reach out to you, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TAJ MAHAL&lt;/span&gt;~~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, thats how she sings it, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TAJ MAHAL&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah, do you even know that david archuleta is not an indian singer who sings about the taj mahal? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;dila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-3987025772075875369?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3987025772075875369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=3987025772075875369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3987025772075875369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3987025772075875369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/06/dental-phobia-and-anxiety.html' title='dental phobia and anxiety?'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-2892619314381051651</id><published>2009-05-30T16:14:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:30:08.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>khidmat masyarakatt</title><content type='html'>The day that i was looking forward to since Thursday. One word, FUN. I know doing things for the community for free and not getting money out of it aren't supposed to be fun or exciting, its supposed to be tiring and just well, dirty. But seriously, today was a blast, well not the perfect word to describe it but yeah it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to paint the walls around the school. well, i've never done this job before  &amp; i've always been wanting to paint at least a wall. lol well, i've finally done it today &amp; let me tell you, it wasn't that easy. It needs energy, MASSIVE amount of energy lol. The roller thingees were just heavy especially when you load it up with paint. Ok, I'm talking crap. Yes it was heavy to me, but probably not to the others cuz I'm weak. Weak as a kitten :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiD0YM8BR9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RFkPa3ClemA/s1600-h/DSCN7908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiD0YM8BR9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RFkPa3ClemA/s400/DSCN7908.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537854688413650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;mira &amp; syiira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiD0QDLD89I/AAAAAAAAAJI/m809sRr-75s/s1600-h/DSCN7901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiD0QDLD89I/AAAAAAAAAJI/m809sRr-75s/s400/DSCN7901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537714628195282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; aina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiD0IdxrocI/AAAAAAAAAJA/btG4T5Q9doQ/s1600-h/DSCN7898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiD0IdxrocI/AAAAAAAAAJA/btG4T5Q9doQ/s400/DSCN7898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537584330547650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mira, syiira and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDz5T0wgcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aQ8a8FTJ6No/s1600-h/DSCN7886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDz5T0wgcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aQ8a8FTJ6No/s400/DSCN7886.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537323961057730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sajidah &amp; aina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDztMyYAZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/v0adGWx8C7U/s1600-h/DSCN7883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDztMyYAZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/v0adGWx8C7U/s400/DSCN7883.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537115913585042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDzmKReyTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZKLiq1QFMHQ/s1600-h/DSCN7880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDzmKReyTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZKLiq1QFMHQ/s400/DSCN7880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341536994979662130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntah haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDzWwjIZCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TIf87N7fXi4/s1600-h/DSCN7874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDzWwjIZCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TIf87N7fXi4/s400/DSCN7874.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341536730376332322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDzNpv1H0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aD94ZnYaOeQ/s1600-h/DSCN7864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDzNpv1H0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aD94ZnYaOeQ/s400/DSCN7864.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341536573931724610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiritual haikal :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture removed as requested xD]&lt;br /&gt;haikal and syazalyna (the love birds hahaha mampos aku xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDyyaUM5OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JgYCAtuRO8M/s1600-h/DSCN7849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDyyaUM5OI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JgYCAtuRO8M/s400/DSCN7849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341536105932842210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDyolRHliI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0UKCs79xcEo/s1600-h/DSCN7847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDyolRHliI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0UKCs79xcEo/s400/DSCN7847.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341535937074009634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syiira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDygpwNo7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Jqm4459cn8Y/s1600-h/DSCN7838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDygpwNo7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Jqm4459cn8Y/s400/DSCN7838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341535800839218098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;thats me, the tallest one in the pic. haha ok maybe just my shoes ehheh&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDyW2qfUpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i2hHyZwvlD0/s1600-h/DSCN7835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiDyW2qfUpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i2hHyZwvlD0/s400/DSCN7835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341535632506180242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syiira and mira&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-2892619314381051651?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2892619314381051651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=2892619314381051651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2892619314381051651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2892619314381051651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/05/khidmat-masyarakatt.html' title='khidmat masyarakatt'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SiD0YM8BR9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RFkPa3ClemA/s72-c/DSCN7908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-3861082195706404455</id><published>2009-05-17T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:18:39.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smelly rug ewww</title><content type='html'>Someone peed on the rug and that someone wasn't me. Kookieeeeeeeeeee!!!! I'm avoiding that rug for the day lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, akmal did it again so I'm avoiding him too. He's the biggest weirdo I've ever seen. He &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; is. Now I don't feel like borrowing that chuck dvd from him &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 things that I'm currently avoiding&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. that rug&lt;br /&gt;2. akmal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodlesssss~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-3861082195706404455?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3861082195706404455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=3861082195706404455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3861082195706404455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3861082195706404455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/05/smelly-rug-ewww.html' title='smelly rug ewww'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-1768592855958278162</id><published>2009-05-10T16:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:43:37.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"ok thats cheesy!" lol</title><content type='html'>Cheesy cheesy cheesy. Everything's cheesy. Thats the only word we kept on repeating throughout the day. CHEESY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets just get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Happy Mother's Day!"&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's not really what happened. This morning, we woke up with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to impress our mom for this year's mother's day whoops! Must've fallen asleep that night while searching for some ideas for mother's day, our bad. So my dad was going on and on about us not "wishing" her a happy mother's day first thing in the morning which we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; have a good explanation for it because we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep (again) after &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;subuh&lt;/span&gt; hehe curse our sleepy heads! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then both my mom and dad got "cranky" (haha). So they went out to "celebrate" (haha) which is a funny thing actually :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia went into our room and woke us up and figured we should do something. So we took out our artsy stuff and got "creative" (yeah right) and did some fingerprintings. I mean what's more unique and original than a mother's own daughters' fingerprints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SgafjaO3U5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W-9lyK-Qf5Y/s1600-h/blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SgafjaO3U5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W-9lyK-Qf5Y/s400/blog.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334126239352837010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sgafr6FaLuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OB8SVxQZQL4/s1600-h/blog2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/Sgafr6FaLuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OB8SVxQZQL4/s400/blog2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334126385342066402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(soryy I purposely censored a part of one of the cards. I did that for a reason ok :D)&lt;br /&gt;It took us around 2 hours making the cards and repeating the word "cheesy" at the same time lol. That poem's cheesy, this quote's cheesy, everythings cheesy :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my idea was to put it on her bed secretly but alia said it was too CHEESY (dang it alia. what does she know about cheesy? She doesn't! lol) but we did it anyway. AND that solved everything! Phewh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went home and alia was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"omg pretend to be asleep cuz then it'll be cheesy! Everyone, cepat tido!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we like to give our own meanings to such words :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-1768592855958278162?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1768592855958278162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=1768592855958278162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1768592855958278162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1768592855958278162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-thats-cheesy-lol.html' title='&quot;ok thats cheesy!&quot; lol'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SgafjaO3U5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/W-9lyK-Qf5Y/s72-c/blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-7381304247830043481</id><published>2009-04-27T20:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:36:45.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be strong, aina &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SfWzM3oHrWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NLIhcWT-e9M/s1600-h/dengue.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SfWzM3oHrWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NLIhcWT-e9M/s320/dengue.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329362767734877538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you choose this particular time to get sick????? Seems to us an insensitive choice. So don't be so selfish and dont be a sloth (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back so we all can be glad! We miss you so get well soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;Don't let dengue get in your way! I miss copying homeworks from you hehe ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;imysdm &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-7381304247830043481?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7381304247830043481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=7381304247830043481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7381304247830043481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7381304247830043481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-strong-aina-3.html' title='be strong, aina &lt;3'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SfWzM3oHrWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NLIhcWT-e9M/s72-c/dengue.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-3954118540431609264</id><published>2009-04-24T13:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:06:28.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nk ikutttttt :'(</title><content type='html'>heh my parents are gone.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well of course not forever but for a few days. They're on their way to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;melbourne&lt;/span&gt; right now. Its called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"honeymoon-ing"&lt;/span&gt;. I was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"but we went to australia like a month ago"&lt;/span&gt;. And they went &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"this time, without you."&lt;/span&gt; heh &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;keluarga bahagia&lt;/span&gt; muchh =.='&lt;br /&gt;where's the family bonding people?????? haha ok ok I admit it, we did it last month. But still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of families and stuff, today's sivik topic was "hubungan erat antara anggota keluarga". We had to bring a4 papers and some coloured felt-tip pens to do some kiddy stuff. We had to write poems about our parents or families or anything related to it with the pens creatively on the a4 papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were halfway through untill syiira thought that it'd be fun if we doodle stuff and ditch the poems, And sooooooooooooooo WE DID. All lazy four of us on one paper. want to see our so-called "artwork"? heheh i'm sooo getting into this scanny thingeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SfFdPhGJyyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ETlovR6qRsg/s1600-h/sivik.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SfFdPhGJyyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ETlovR6qRsg/s400/sivik.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328142355319606050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, the zipper on the jacket reminds me of a ripped jacket, oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore some of the content. its just us getting all hyped up hahaha&lt;br /&gt;syiira and mira doodled most of it so don't ask me why calciyum, why mi hailam and why jacket. ASK THEM.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, syiira wrote the ayah dan ibu lyrics on the very top for the poem thing. Guess she changed her mind? nahh, she wanted to do a new one  so we used the leftover space and DOODLED OUR WAYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic -.-" i'm scanning everything these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haikal's electric guitar is plugged right now and so do my ears. I have just realized the joy of ear plugs heh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-3954118540431609264?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3954118540431609264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=3954118540431609264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3954118540431609264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3954118540431609264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/04/nk-ikutttttt.html' title='nk ikutttttt :&apos;('/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SfFdPhGJyyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ETlovR6qRsg/s72-c/sivik.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-2407089585671909983</id><published>2009-04-23T21:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:28:10.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry syiiraaa ;P</title><content type='html'>this is what WE did during chemistry class today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SfBv2G_qCOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9phtnr_C4s8/s1600-h/chemistrylesson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SfBv2G_qCOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9phtnr_C4s8/s400/chemistrylesson.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327881334560524514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scanned this right from my notebook!&lt;br /&gt;you can see my chemistry notes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lightly&lt;/span&gt; written on the background xD&lt;br /&gt;I was bored to death (you don't know how boring our teacher is, she could kill!), so I doodled some stars and hearts on and played tic-tac-toe with syiira to kill the boredom out of us hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;syiira&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eeng&lt;/span&gt; you may ask? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;syiira&lt;/span&gt; = BFFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eeng&lt;/span&gt; = an old (i think?) indonesian actor with a weird name that we like to include in our conversations, don't ask why.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take note that syiira doesn't have a celeb crush on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eeng&lt;/span&gt; hehe. mira and me like to tease syiira with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eeng&lt;/span&gt; for some reasons xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-2407089585671909983?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2407089585671909983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=2407089585671909983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2407089585671909983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2407089585671909983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry-syiiraaa-p.html' title='i&apos;m sorry syiiraaa ;P'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/SfBv2G_qCOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9phtnr_C4s8/s72-c/chemistrylesson.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-4646089639211608510</id><published>2009-04-12T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:34:47.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg david!</title><content type='html'>aaaa I went to david archuleta's showcase yesterday!!! OMG he was soooo adorable &lt;3 The way he smiles, sings, laughs, jumps... ggah! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there with mira (of course) and my bff of almost 10 years, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yasmin&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;Alia didn't come with us cuz she had school and didn't want to skip it - I reckon she thinks school's fun-er?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went crazy, yelling and shouting and singing haha. Mira recorded some of the acts but the vid quality was suckish cuz we had to zoom to the max but at least we caught him on camera singing and jumping :D I should upload some of the vids and pics here but unfortunately I'm quite lazy right now ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA OKLAA I'll do it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, this crazy girl shouted I LOVE YOU DAVID!!!!! and everyone looked at her and was like wth but she laughed her butt off. Then a few seconds later the other girl standing not far from the crazy girl shouted I LOVE YOU TOOO!!!!! haha such crazy fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While me and mira was waiting for dad to pick us up, guess who we found????!!!!! &lt;b&gt;PUTRI, NABILA, SYAFIQAH&lt;/b&gt; and some of their friends! omg it has been years since we see each other. To be exact, they found us first but we knew nabila was gonna be there the entire time but turned out, putri and syafiqah was there too. They came up to us and putri hugged me and we were like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;omg whats this stranger hugging us?&lt;/span&gt; She turned her head and OMG! ITS THEM! And we took some pics too :D WE MISS YOU GUYSS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we love you david &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you in malaysia again soon ;DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-4646089639211608510?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4646089639211608510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=4646089639211608510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4646089639211608510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4646089639211608510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-david.html' title='omg david!'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-4149853569896032839</id><published>2009-04-06T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:29:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG 0.0</title><content type='html'>add maths was tooo hard! Gosh, I think I'm gonna fail my add math exam. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was OH-KAY, but of course not like A-okay. More like a B-or-C-okay, you know what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys in the bus today kept repeating the words "bodoh", "doh", "bodoh", "bodoh", "doh" blah blah. It kinda bothered me listening to the same words every second. sigh -.-" I felt like bashing on their faces heh. Why can't they use any words appropriate? Like "popcorn" maybe :D I'm probably hungry right now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emm my biology book's waiting to be picked and read so BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-4149853569896032839?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4149853569896032839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=4149853569896032839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4149853569896032839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4149853569896032839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-00.html' title='OMG 0.0'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-6393030367146762486</id><published>2009-03-30T15:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:03:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eww boogey</title><content type='html'>During an experiment in biology class today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*a drawing of red blood cells on the whiteboard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;auda:&lt;/span&gt; ape tu kat dpn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mira:&lt;/span&gt; cells yg kte bwt experiment td tu lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;auda:&lt;/span&gt; red blood cells ke onion cells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mira:&lt;/span&gt; red blood cells laa xkn onion cells ade biconcave shape kott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;auda:&lt;/span&gt; sel darah dr badan kite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aina:&lt;/span&gt; ya Allah! xlah, sel darah anak patung aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA xD aina cracked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, akmal (the weirdo) picked his nose today. &lt;u&gt;IN PUBLIC&lt;/u&gt;. Like everyone can see it but we were the only ones who noticed it and we got the best view, well aina got the best one to be exact cuz she was the first one to notice untill she started telling all of us lol. All the others were busy concentrating on what the teacher was trying to explain unlike me. Aina, mas and I were laughing real hard today. You should've seen the way akmal rolled his fresh little boogey from his nose and flicked at hafiz. Hafiz doesn't even know xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWWWW GROSSS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I shoud call akmal &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;grossie josie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. His name isn't josie (well not until I start calling him it haha) but what the heck :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-6393030367146762486?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6393030367146762486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=6393030367146762486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6393030367146762486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6393030367146762486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/eww-boogey.html' title='eww boogey'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-2445270778811538169</id><published>2009-03-28T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:43:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>earth hour</title><content type='html'>Earth hour's tonight, so gotta be prepared! I'm currently finding some ideas on what to do in the dark tonight. heh Everything seems boring =,=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-2445270778811538169?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2445270778811538169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=2445270778811538169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2445270778811538169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2445270778811538169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='earth hour'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-7926691677714271981</id><published>2009-03-27T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:40:22.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/12? are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>We got our papers back today, the add math quiz papers. I was expecting a 1/12 but turned out I got &lt;u&gt;5/12&lt;/u&gt; which was pretty shocking for me haha cuz I didn't study at all and I'm sure nobody did too except for those geekies. No offense. I thought aina's mark's higher than mine cuz she studies almost every second but she got 3/12 which was once again, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOCKING&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when I look back at the questions, I was like omg those are like the easiest questions but I still didn't manage to answer it?! Damn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-7926691677714271981?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7926691677714271981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=7926691677714271981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7926691677714271981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7926691677714271981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/512-are-you-kidding-me.html' title='5/12? are you kidding me?'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-6259182805726356965</id><published>2009-03-25T18:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:25:55.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new book :D</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this while listening to danny gokey haha. One of my fave top 11 participants of the american idol 2009. He's good :P well, megan joy's pretty good too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a book yesterday from scholastic that I had bought a few weeks ago entitled &lt;u&gt;ten things I hate about me&lt;/u&gt;. Its about an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt; "blond" muslim girl hiding her muslim lebanese background. I've already started reading it and I'm liking it. She dyed her hair blond and wears blue contact lens - what a disgrace of her own race. Her dad reminds me of mine - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rigid, overprotective and paranoid&lt;/span&gt; (to him, the world of entertainment is a load of crap. I wonder how he enjoys his life). Oh and did I mention its written by my fave author &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;randa abdel-fattah&lt;/span&gt;, the author of &lt;u&gt;does my head look big in this?&lt;/u&gt; which I've read before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's writing books about muslim and hijabs and little did I know that she herself doesn't wear a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt; until I opened the book one day with a pic of a light brown with dark blond streaks (peroxide), well-groomed haired and waxed eyebrowed lady (what our pi teacher would call it "islam liberal") stamped on the back of the front cover of the book with "the author" written on top of it 0.0 Nahhh not a fan of her, but her books. Not to sound like a geek but they're awesome, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. Read it and you'll know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MNG&lt;/span&gt; tshirt tag as my book marker. Pretty awesome heh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syiira was pretty excited about reading her first english novel she had gotten from scholastic (where I got mine) lol. She used up all her free time at school reading it. Well, at least she understands it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz kind of embarrassed us by saying out loud to the class that we're reading some lovey dovey novels - get out 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-6259182805726356965?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6259182805726356965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=6259182805726356965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6259182805726356965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6259182805726356965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-book-d.html' title='new book :D'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-2175371100609556790</id><published>2009-03-24T14:25:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:30:29.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aussie is not a country ok.</title><content type='html'>Oh god, I'm actually in agony right now. Man those elastics hurt me like crazy! I got an appointment yesterday and she decided that she'd continue giving me elastics. Damn, it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great news! I'm getting my braces off this year! omg omg omg. What month? Can't tell the future but its gonna be this year. We'll have to wait and see. I'm like so excited. Those painful days will be over. Probably two more visits and I'm free :DDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and akmal was arguing the other day over the word &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He said aussie's a country so i was like &lt;u&gt;no it isn't&lt;/u&gt; but he ignored me. He didn't want to admit his stupid mistake so I burst out saying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"omg how shallow can you be?"&lt;/span&gt;. Then he said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"ape? xdgr la. kls bising sgt"&lt;/span&gt;. Yup, he's definitely shallow haha. No offense. We've (as in me, mira, syiira and aina) always hated him anyway, like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LITERALLY&lt;/span&gt;. He thinks he's soo good in english but truth is, he's not (I'm not too, but at least I don't boast in public like he'd always do). I mean hello?! You can't call the country itself aussie! You may call it Oz but not aussie. Aussie is the colloquial term for an Australian citizen. Duhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to be the teachers' pet but it never happens haha poor, poor guy. He is desperate for attention, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm so sorry for all this but you've got to admit your mistakes because you're not always right you know (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-2175371100609556790?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2175371100609556790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=2175371100609556790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2175371100609556790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2175371100609556790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/aussie-is-not-country-ok.html' title='aussie is not a country ok.'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-7680998932626264338</id><published>2009-03-20T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:36:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noo</title><content type='html'>i don't wanna go to school :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-7680998932626264338?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7680998932626264338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=7680998932626264338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7680998932626264338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7680998932626264338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/noo.html' title='noo'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-4153070865040144020</id><published>2009-03-18T17:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:33:39.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom hits</title><content type='html'>I know this entry was supposed to be about australia and all that but I'm kind of lazy today to post up some pictures so I think I'll do it later. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here in front of my pc thinking of some websites that might kill the boredom out of me and video games do not interest me at all. They're just pretty boring, you win the game, go to the next level and keep going on and on until you realize it ain't coming to an end and you ain't getting any kind of trophies or medals. Even if you did complete the levels and even the last level, what do you get? A long electric bill? Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel like cooking something and that is only due to boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework wise, I have tonnes of it! I didn't go to school last week so I have more than all my friends do and thats just kind of messed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia wants to go to qis' house and look after the kitties so I suppose we could do that later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought going to Guardian would be a great idea, but haikal went out with harith and shakir so I am pretty bummed out. Me and my cousins (oh and my sisters) are thinking of going to the movies this weekend to watch the jb concert - the 3d thing. I'm not sure if we'll be able to make it there because we have over-protective parents and the last time we went to watch a movie was with an "adult" looking after us. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How lame...&lt;/span&gt; I suppose they don't trust us and we're good kids for heavens sake. UNLIKE HAIKAL. Its not like we'd ditch the mall and go drink some booze at a pub and get drunk and go wild or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once asked my parents if I could go to the movies with aina, sajidah and syiira but what I got was a big FAT NO. They just never understand me. They were once teenagers, but why can't they understand us? I want to enjoy my teenage years NOT sitting around the house doing stuff that I don't enjoy. URGHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only places that I can go is at qis' and somewhere around the neighbourhood. That's it, no other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I FEEL TRAPPED and jailed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Someone, get me a key and free me now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-4153070865040144020?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4153070865040144020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=4153070865040144020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4153070865040144020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4153070865040144020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/boredom-hits.html' title='boredom hits'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-3678998664443130111</id><published>2009-03-17T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:36:03.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back from australia! :D</title><content type='html'>Yup just got back from the airport this morning at 5:20 am. I'm exhausted, tired cuz I didn't get enough sleep in the plane (who can?) and I just finished my tuition - add math, how tiring? So the last thing I wanna do is write an entry about my trip to australia which by the way to you might be a little boring cuz I'm not good at writing stuff that happens a few days ago. I don't know, I'm just not good at it. Besides, I have to go upload some pictures from my camera and dad's first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I met two really nice aussie girls when I was at the &lt;u&gt;currumbin wildlife sanctuary&lt;/u&gt; whose names are Tahlia and Tiffany. They are wayyyy younger than me but who cares? You can make friends with whoever you want! I'll put a picture of us here later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I really should catch up on my sleep. Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-3678998664443130111?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3678998664443130111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=3678998664443130111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3678998664443130111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3678998664443130111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-from-australia-d.html' title='I&apos;m back from australia! :D'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-8491734794944441975</id><published>2009-03-06T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:45:33.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off to australia!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to australia tomorrow for a few days so I will not be in school for the whole week :D. This will be my second time there so I'm not sure whether we're going to go see koala bears and kangaroos because I've already seen them during my last trip there back in 2005 when I was still 12. They're soooo cute! But I was kind of terrified at first, thought they'd kick me hahah. Not only I got to pat them, I even felt their salivas :D. Don't ask how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time was sydney, this time, &lt;u&gt;gold coast&lt;/u&gt;. When i was at sydney, I met this australian blonde girl who I think is about 3-4 years younger than me, in front of a pet shop. I was looking at some cute puppies and this girl stared at us like we're some kind of creeps. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Haven't she heard of asians?!&lt;/span&gt; She then approached me and said she has a dog. Lol, little kids. So I said I have 8 cats (I used to lol) back home and she talked about how they treat the dog and what her mom would do to it everyday, some sort of a daily routine for the dog. I can't recall what the dog's name is but what I can is that she told me it was a HUGE and smart dog. Lol I wonder how she's doing right now :P hmmm is her hair still blonde? Cuz that'd be awesome! haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually haven't packed my bag yet, I'm trying to decide which skinny jeans I'm bringing cuz dad told us to pack LIGHT. Yea, his definition of light is REALLY REALLY LIGHT like feather light. Like 3 tops and 2 bottoms for the whole week including the ones you're wearing to the airport. Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I can't wait about is to watch movies in the plane. They will have all the latest movies and we can choose which one we want to watch. Each one of us will get our own special screen! I wonder if they have the Fearless album cuz everyone knows I'm like the biggest fan of Taylor Swift! But I hate sitting on the same place for hours cuz that's what I'll be doing in the plane. Sitting, listening to music, watching movies for HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see you guys in a week! Unless of course if I will be having internet access there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-8491734794944441975?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8491734794944441975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=8491734794944441975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/8491734794944441975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/8491734794944441975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/off-to-australia.html' title='off to australia!'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-8582258569771009745</id><published>2009-03-04T15:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:43:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the crazy hyenas :D</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm here blogging while my contact lenses are still sticking on my eyeballs. I need to get them off as soon as possible because I'm thinking of taking a nap after this. Can't sleep with your contact lenses on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing interesting really happened today except aina and her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'life enhancer'&lt;/span&gt; aka dadih/diary/eeng/freakest &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not getting what I'm talking about do you? :P haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really get to concentrate on what the teacher's trying to explain in physics class today with aina and syiira laughing so hard like the world's funniest thing just happened. Aina's funny way of laughing urged me to laugh as well and so I joined them. We were the laughing hyenas and I can feel some people staring at us. &lt;u&gt;Ooops our bad..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about nothing, really. Aina made it a huge deal haha. I think I laughed the most today and broke my "laugh box" cuz after a long day of being a hyena, I think I hurt my throat. I can't even laugh properly lol. Its bad enough that happened but aina tried to destroy it by talking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dadih's language&lt;/span&gt;. haha We laughed so hard, this random &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt; guy from school who teased us and made this hyena sound made me yell &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"shut up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at him. Ok I said &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hyena&lt;/span&gt; about 25 times today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think I am one :P haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-8582258569771009745?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8582258569771009745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=8582258569771009745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/8582258569771009745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/8582258569771009745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahaha.html' title='we are the crazy hyenas :D'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-4275495586625742434</id><published>2009-02-27T17:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:08:59.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its Friday today, finally! I can get some rest and my mind off of school. Phewh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that they didn't do any presentations today. I'm not sure why but God, I wished for it all night and it came true. Don't want to fall asleep in the middle of their boring presentations *ehem* lullaby song *ehem*. Presentations are soooo boring they make me sleepy just how a lullaby song would :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about songs, have you heard &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;era.fm&lt;/span&gt;'s version of Umbrella by Rihanna. Gosh, it sucked so bad! Its soooooo lame. Today was like the 4th time I listened to it since it was out. I never really like era.fm anyway. Daud (the school bus driver) loves era.fm and every time I'm on the bus, I'll always have to suffer listening to it and regret not bringing my ear plugs. &lt;u&gt;Sorry era fans!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm REALLY mad at the person who created the gossip/rumor about me and this person that has been passing around the school for quite a while now. Well, not everyone knows but just a few. But still, I can't believe how evil people can be and how they can create such stupid and ridiculous rumor. Its completely the opposite of the truth. I actually hate that person whom I'm being gossiped with. Jeesh, stop creating stories will ya?! How can I not be mad when there's a girl in class who keep calling my name and then point her finger at the person I hate. urghhh I hate j**k**!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-4275495586625742434?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4275495586625742434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=4275495586625742434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4275495586625742434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4275495586625742434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/fridays-here.html' title='friday&apos;s here!'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-7271798652535411217</id><published>2009-02-26T20:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:13:57.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know :(</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I'm always feeling down lately. I've got no mood for anything and I found that I'm always sleeping and eating. That's my fave two things to do when I'm depressed. Well at least I'll be adding some kilos to my weight, if that's even possible -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. There's definitely something telling me to not go to school tomorrow unless I don't care about my reputation which by the way is currently falling. I hope I get a minor fever tomorrow so I can get out of school. Like I said, I'm just not in the mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can tell you why but I just don't know why, yes not even me. Some of my classmates will be doing their English presentation tomorrow and I'll be watching them and to tell you the truth, I hate watching people doing their presentations. Its like they're putting something heavy on my lids while presenting their assignments. I would just doze off but the fact that I sit in the front row, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think its because of my shitty presentation that made me feel like this, you know, not wanting to see others' presentations. Yup, I totally ruined mine! So much for high marks for the oral test huhhh. Lets just pray others' presentation is as suck-ish as mine hahah ok I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I don't really care about my presentation and I don't care what the teacher wants to do to my score cuz deep down, I know that I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; English. So who cares about others opinions on my English? hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have just updated my &lt;u&gt;hate-list&lt;/u&gt;. Added a new person so lets celebrate! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OH and btw, I think you're ugly! No, not you. YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-7271798652535411217?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7271798652535411217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=7271798652535411217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7271798652535411217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7271798652535411217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know :('/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-7754852783324527072</id><published>2009-02-26T14:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:11:06.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I know why...</title><content type='html'>i know whats the meaning of all this. I &lt;u&gt;think&lt;/u&gt; its one of his strategies to get to syiira. Clever but not clever enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;P/S&lt;/u&gt;: I'm not entirely 100% sure that its true though. I could be wrong  -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-7754852783324527072?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7754852783324527072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=7754852783324527072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7754852783324527072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7754852783324527072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-knew-it.html' title='I think I know why...'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-588330146852975452</id><published>2009-02-25T14:26:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:17:24.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people have speech impediments?</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about my day. I did a presentation early this morning, don't remind me. It was the lamest thing ever. I'm currently trying to get my mind off of it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;. After all, we are the most boring people in the history of the most boring people anyway. I kind of skipped some words because I was too busy nervous-ing (:P) and sweating like a pig to come up with the words but at least my presentation was original. I used some ideas from the internet but I did the explanations myself, SPONTANEOUSLY. Now that's called a research on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one group who copied everything from the internet and said it was a "research on the internet". More like copying from the internet to me. I was like &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHATT??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You can't do that.&lt;/span&gt; I would've done that but when I think about it, nahhh it would be cheating and besides, there will probably be loads of other groups who copied 100% from the same site and then everyone will have the same presentations. So I thought, why take the risk? I'd be better off original than fake. RIGHT??? SORRY GUYS. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm not being mean, I'm just telling the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics class was boring as usual. I don't understand anything and I didn't take any effort to try to understand it. I like learning by myself. I think its easier that way cuz I'm the teacher of myself, if you get what I mean lol. I mean who likes listening to a stranger  babbling in front of you (sorry teacher, I just called you a stranger)? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a bm presentation from this group of boys about &lt;b&gt;Lambaian Malar Hijau&lt;/b&gt;. One of the boys is a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"politician"&lt;/span&gt; :P. He is soooo into politics he drew a PAS and a BN flag on the mahjong paper and a cross beside the PAS flag . FYI, I hate politics. I understand nothing about it. The flags drawn on it has nothing to do with their presentation but its just a way of how he tells others that he supports PAS and is proud of it lol. He's not even old enough to vote -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here is the funny part. This new guy is one of the members from the group. He had to present something about it so he did. During his presentation, me and aina burst into laughters. We laughed sooo hard tears came out of our eyes. Why? He has this &lt;u&gt;weird&lt;/u&gt; accent and he lisps R, N, D, S and some others that I can't recall. He sooo need to go see a speech therapist to get his lisps fixed, like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;URGENTLY&lt;/span&gt;! Other than that, he did good. It was soo formal, the way he talks. I'm sure the teacher liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited in front of the primary school as usual for the bus to arrive and this one brave girl came up to me and told me someone asked me and mira out to go watch a movie. Its not like I want to go but I was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what lame guy can't ask himself?&lt;/span&gt; Just out of curiosity, I asked who the guy is, and its m*****a, the guy who asked syiira out but then got &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rejected&lt;/span&gt; so many times. I was like EWWWWW THAT GUY. No offense but he's such a no-no. So of course I said &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;. SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was a good looking guy who asked me out, I wouldn't go. I mean, I don't just go out with some random guys. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO AND NEVER!&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;P/S:&lt;/u&gt; Sorry if I offended anybody. I didn't mean to do so. This is my blog and I write anything I think is right and I have the priority to do so (: Pls don't take it too seriously though :D. If you don't like it, then don't read it. The choice is all up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-588330146852975452?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/588330146852975452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=588330146852975452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/588330146852975452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/588330146852975452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-people-have-speech-impediments.html' title='Why do people have speech impediments?'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-7188715776017653527</id><published>2009-02-23T23:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:30:25.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depresssseeeedddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;urgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHY ME???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#$%*$#% (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sori ok. mmg terasa nk mencarut&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;ggggggaaaaahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;huarghhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;u&gt;much&lt;/u&gt; better now. Thank you. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'll remove this entry when I feel like it ok? Also, don't ask why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-7188715776017653527?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7188715776017653527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=7188715776017653527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7188715776017653527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7188715776017653527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/depresssseeeedddd.html' title='depresssseeeedddd'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-8444267747598905077</id><published>2009-02-21T10:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:08:54.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miley Cyrus - The Climb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its saturday morning here and I really wanna join the school's track team!!! I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hello???!!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm a sprinter! I am supposed to attend the try-out today but because of one stupid, dumb, idiotic, half-baked (hmm what else?) reason, I have to ditch the try-out.  I feel soo stupid right now. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a passion for individual sports (I suck at team sports like netball though I used to be good at it back in primary school) but there's always an obstacle when I wanna join anything.  Last year, I hurt my feet. Though I finished in #3 and mira in #1 (yes there were tough people there) our names weren't in the list since we left early because our legs were begging us. This year for sports day, I can't join since I will be in australia that day. For the track team, like I said because of that *&amp;%$# reason which I can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in primary school, I was really active in sports. I came every practice they had and I'd usually be in high jump, long jump, 4x100m race and 4x200m race. My coach wouldn't let me in for the 100m race nor the 200m race because he thought I was tooooooo "skinny" that I won't be able to handle it. &lt;b&gt;Thanks man, thanks&lt;/b&gt;. Jeesh, I thought I was perfectly healthy and I was! Mira would be my tough competitor because she wasn't in the same Team as I was. She was on the Yellow team and I was on the Green team. She would join the 100m race, 200m race, 4x100m race and 4x200m race and the Yellow team usually win because of her grr. Oh and did I mention that she was the star of the Yellow team? Lucky her, her coach wasn't at all that concerned about her skinny-ness. Ggahhh, I wish my coach would be more like hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part is that when she first became the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;olahragawati&lt;/span&gt; and they gave points for the Yellow team. My coach came running to me saying "Eh, kamu kn rumah hijau?" and I was like "Tu kembar saya la cikgu" haha. We were 10 and we looked completely identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is fate not wanting me to be sport-y or what? Guess I'll just have to be one of those non-active people and be FAT like a hippo. Oh,  I can't gain weight! haha no matter how hard I try, how much I eat, my weight will still be the same. God knows why. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school is getting fun-er lately for me :D. haha its because of one reason, I can't tell you. Lately, I think I'm beginning to loooovvee school. I think you know why. Nahhh sorry you don't. I'm always looking forward for school. I'm currently waiting for this weekend to end so the weekdays would slide in wonderfully and divinely :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we have to do a presentation for English about friendship and stuff like that. Ex, 10 ways to lose a friend, 10 ways to make your friend feel like she is worth a thousand ringgit... blah blah blah. Sadly enough, I haven't done any preparation for my group. haha But its ok I guess. Its just English and I can do it in a matter of minutes :P. Easy stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-8444267747598905077?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8444267747598905077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=8444267747598905077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/8444267747598905077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/8444267747598905077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='sigh..'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-5000827152672587403</id><published>2009-02-15T19:06:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:43:52.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old times..</title><content type='html'>Little kids act without &lt;u&gt;thinking&lt;/u&gt;. Even if they do, it wouldn't be at all that right. I remember when I was in form 1, when I posted a bulletin on myspace on how much I hated fatimah and everyone would ask me why I hated her so much. Yea, that was soo &lt;b&gt;immature&lt;/b&gt; of me -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're one of the people who asked (haha I remembered some of them. There were like 4 or 5 who asked), ok let me tell you. She was a &lt;u&gt;bully&lt;/u&gt; to me. She bullied me and mira in her annoying way. She took our glasses and hid it and gave the idea that someone stole it and I almost cried. I said &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt;. She thought it was "funny". She pulled our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;. She hit us all the time. We were like toys to her. She was soooooooo immature. And the funniest most weirdest part is that she told katie that we were &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;. omg &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;otak die functioning ke x mse tuh?&lt;/span&gt;hahaha We hated her sooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I think she has &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"matured"&lt;/span&gt; (ehem, thanks to mother nature's puberty), uhmmm &lt;b&gt;kinda&lt;/b&gt;. Well, not really. Although, She still has a bit of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;annoyingness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boy-ness&lt;/span&gt; in her, she isn't as annoying as when she was in form 1. LOLOL But I didn't say she is not annoying. She still is &lt;u&gt;annoying&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't bully us anymore because we kind of told her off once hahaah. And she was like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OKAY&lt;/span&gt;. Now, she likes to bully syiira. She teases syiira for lisping "S". Its like when she talks, she makes a lisping "S" that sounds really slushhed together. Whatever. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bongok btol&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha I mean fatimah, you're the one who is lisping. hahah she's just weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong here. I don't hate her now as much as I used to. I think she is kinda "fun" to be around with. Sort of... But she's ok.... I guess *wink*. But I kinda regret about what I wrote in the bulletin. I think I sent some bad impressions about fatimah to some people who didn't know her yet. I guess this is sorryyy....???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-5000827152672587403?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5000827152672587403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=5000827152672587403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5000827152672587403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5000827152672587403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-times.html' title='Old times..'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-1241224999756702628</id><published>2009-02-13T19:13:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:06:45.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me...</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been a while since I popped you guys some new entries but I'm busy lately. I'm actually struggling understanding Additional Mathematics &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it. JUST &lt;b&gt;HATE HATE HATE&lt;/b&gt; IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems easy when you first learn it and I seem to be able to answer all of them, well ALMOST. But if you mix all the questions from different sub chapters together, IT WILL BE A REAL PROBLEM. Its like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"wait, is this the question when you supposed to use the technique? What about the other formula? Are you supposed to use it here???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher decided that she'd test us so she gave us a quick quiz today, pretty boring actually. The fact that I can't answer almost all of them. I did successfully answered number 2, so yay! She only gave us 4 questions for this quiz and I only answered one. A good indication that I'm going to &lt;u&gt;flunk&lt;/u&gt; my additional mathematics test which will be held by the end of this month. I may be wrong though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pretty bad at additional mathematics. I used to be really (heeheh) good at mathematics but since my tutor left, I'm spoilt, like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aina used to call me a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lazy bum&lt;/span&gt; because usually, minutes before a huge exam, all the people in my school would be rushing here and there, borrowing, sharing and lending reference books and I'll be the only one sitting with my mouth securely shut pretending to be reading a book, when there's actually a lot of things that aren't related to the exam going on in my mind hehehe. But actually, I'm not lazy, I just don't &lt;u&gt;panic&lt;/u&gt; like others. I'm a &lt;b&gt;relaxed&lt;/b&gt; person. Besides, I don't really believe in last-minute studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm beginning to think that Aina's right 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main and only reason why I suck at additional mathematics. huhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-1241224999756702628?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1241224999756702628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=1241224999756702628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1241224999756702628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1241224999756702628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/help-me.html' title='Help me...'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-3063368507963934159</id><published>2009-02-08T13:31:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:13:07.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went grocery shopping today</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 7:00 am today and headed straight to my laptop. I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; should get a hobby haha. After checking my emails I was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what should I do next?&lt;/span&gt; I have nothing to do, nothing seems fun, I was bored. So I decided that I'd join my parents to &lt;b&gt;Tesco&lt;/b&gt;. Its a weekly thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend they'd go grocery shopping because we run out of chilies every week. Blame our maid for eating up all the chilies. So we managed to get a few snaps at tesco :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/1966/tescosnacksgl7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/1966/tescosnacksgl7.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I randomly picked up some snacks for this pic :) You know what hunger can do to you lol&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8200/tescokkkqg1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8200/tescokkkqg1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Stupid ugly trolley! XD Oh and btw, that's mira not me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/7963/tescomagpd8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/7963/tescomagpd8.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We bought March's issue of &lt;u&gt;teenvogue&lt;/u&gt; mainly because we saw &lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt; on the front cover. Isn't she just soooo pretttyyyy? Everyone who knows me knows that I'm Taylor's die heart fan! But really, I'm upset with this issue. They should lower the price a bit for this issue because its drastically thinner than the previous issues I have :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/3673/tescobalikly1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/3673/tescobalikly1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me in the car, on the way back home :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/1141/tescocarzf9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/1141/tescocarzf9.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Still in the car..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and alia went all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"jom tengok gambr dulu2! :D"&lt;/span&gt;. So we went to Dad's "home office". All the old pictures are in his computer. Trust me, you don't wanna look at my pictures &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth were &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt;! They were big and bulky and crowded. Here's a snap ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/4176/tescohomeofficeyb2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/4176/tescohomeofficeyb2.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's alia under the cover. I think she was 7 or 8 in this pic haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-3063368507963934159?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3063368507963934159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=3063368507963934159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3063368507963934159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3063368507963934159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-went-grocery-shopping-today.html' title='I went grocery shopping today'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-7390579284981259706</id><published>2009-02-07T10:59:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:32:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad atmosphere yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/7125/gmbrct1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/7125/gmbrct1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go, but in the end, that's life and you just can't argue with it. Finding someone to stay is a challenge and a challenge worthy of a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People fly in and out of our lives at rapid speeds coming and going like the wind.  You know what they say; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;easy come, easy go.&lt;/span&gt; Some stay a year, some a week, some long enough to read this post. Then there are the ones that are in it for the long haul. The ones who stick by you and not only help you sort your baggage but help carry the load as well. What makes someone stay in our lives? How do we have the power to keep them and is everything just up to chance or are we masters of our own fate’s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our classmates (syidi, faaiz, shaher, hilmi, mat, helmy and ikram) are leaving us to mrsm and some to sbp. Yesterday was their last day here. Although most (more like ALL) of them are not that close to me, its still kinda sad seeing people you know just fade away like that when you see them everyday for 3 years and one day, they're gone. Just like that. You feel like something's just not right, something's missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a farewell party yesterday. There were tears rolling down the cheeks of a lot of us. Red, puffy eyes everywhere. Hafiz gave us the speech and there was this long pause in between where he started putting his hands over his eyes and started crying. Yes, he cried for real. &lt;u&gt;UNBELIEVABLE&lt;/u&gt;.Syidi cried, fakhrul too, bejah, shaher, hasanah... and I saw the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haikal (the other haikal, not my brother haikal) took my camera and played with it, took a lot of pictures. But then I realized I was not in any of the pictures. I mean ITS MY CAMERA! And I wasn't in any of it?! Dammit! Curse you haikal! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called party ended with two cakes from shaher. yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-7390579284981259706?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7390579284981259706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=7390579284981259706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7390579284981259706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7390579284981259706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-atmosphere-yesterday.html' title='A sad atmosphere yesterday'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-841322481612405987</id><published>2009-02-06T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:58:50.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a rumor so easy to spread?</title><content type='html'>I just heard something about me somewhere at school that is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sooooo not true&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know who made up that rumor but its ruining my &lt;b&gt;reputation&lt;/b&gt;. Wait, not &lt;b&gt;reputation&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;! Grrr. What would you feel if someone makes up a rumor about you?! Horrible!!!! And that's exactly what I'm feeling right now. I feel like no one respects me nor my privacy. Of course, I myself do gossip about other people with my besties too but not about stuff that is &lt;u&gt;not confirmed true&lt;/u&gt;. I was like omg WTF?! What a load of crap. Shit. I wonder who's the 'mulut celupa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGGGHHHH!!! GGGGAAAAHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-841322481612405987?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/841322481612405987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=841322481612405987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/841322481612405987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/841322481612405987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-makes-rumor-so-easy-to-spread.html' title='What makes a rumor so easy to spread?'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-2755933422793822747</id><published>2009-02-03T20:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:53:27.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I have a mild case of paranoia??</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or am I just really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;being watched&lt;/span&gt;? The feeling of being watched doesn't spring up out of nowhere. I'm being &lt;u&gt;paranoid&lt;/u&gt; because of what happened at school this morning. This is serious. I'm not just bringing up this subject because I like the word &lt;b&gt;paranoia&lt;/b&gt;, because to be honest, I think that word is cool ;P. Whether or not I like it, I'm just going to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning someone asked a question that got me &lt;u&gt;cold and scared&lt;/u&gt;! That I thought nobody knows about but mira, alia and me. Not even my bffl's and I've been trying to keep it a secret for so long (maybe just a few weeks lol) and suddenly this person that &lt;b&gt;I'm not close to&lt;/b&gt;, knows? It got me thinking, does this person has &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mind reading&lt;/span&gt; super power or has he been hearing my conversations with my sisters which is almost impossible because I live like 3.5km away from him? After all, he has always been the &lt;b&gt;freaky and weird&lt;/b&gt; one at school. Me, syiira and mira call him &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'kawan ***** yang freak'&lt;/span&gt;. Lol don't ask what the stars supposed to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway here's an update at school about the new seats I've blogged about a few days ago. Guess what? We didn't get the 3rd row! Damn it! Instead we got the 5th or 4th row, I can't recall it but its the &lt;b&gt;second last&lt;/b&gt; row. The only upside is that we got the freakin fan! Turned out the teacher has already picked seats for us and and we can't choose. Plus, we have to share desks. 4 desks for 6 people. Imagine that. I'm going to steal some desks tomorrow early in the morning and no ones going to stop me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-2755933422793822747?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2755933422793822747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=2755933422793822747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2755933422793822747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/2755933422793822747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-i-have-mild-case-of.html' title='I feel like I have a mild case of paranoia??'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-4860992008181956768</id><published>2009-02-01T12:17:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:26:10.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homeworks and school</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thinking Of You - Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting again tomorrow but I still haven't done my homeworks. They're calling for me from my table with its unappealing &lt;u&gt;sandpaper course&lt;/u&gt; voice :P but I never really get the chance do it because my laptop's voice is much more tempting than my homeworks' hahaha. Why are all these things keep calling for me?! Sometimes I just wish my dad would take away my laptop for a while so I can do my homework peacefully without the voice of my laptop running around in my head calling &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"adila! come here!"&lt;/span&gt; lol. Ok that's just plain &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So far, here are my homeworks that are left untouched:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Biology&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;- Additional Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;- Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;- History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these for 1 day?! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black code!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; And why am I still blogging?! Actually, I still have a little bit of English to do but they're downright easy, I can do it in seconds lol and still, &lt;u&gt;I'm not doing it&lt;/u&gt;. I'm going to do it right after this with mira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish the teachers would stop pouring those &lt;u&gt;evil homeworks&lt;/u&gt; on us like crazy. Seriously, its just annoying. I hate it and fyi, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;b&gt;very strong word&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school stuff, they've already changed our seats &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't come last thursday, I have to go to school early tomorrow to reserve some &lt;u&gt;perfect seats&lt;/u&gt; for me and my friends. Preferably the ones under the fan xD. Some of them who came last thursday already picked theirs. No doubt that there will be only &lt;u&gt;shitty crappy&lt;/u&gt; ones left. We've already planned that we'd choose the ones on the third row. Thank God someone told me that the third row is empty. EMPTY as in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt;. That row is sooooo mine!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm actually supposed to wear those rubber bands on my braces but they just &lt;b&gt;hurt so bad&lt;/b&gt; and I can't even open my mouth comfortably so I'm not wearing it right now. They go across my front teeth! Who wants to have to talk with those ugly rubber bands on their teeth?! Well, I don't. Plus, they look ugly and weird on me, really hard to talk with and once again, THEY HURTT!!! Well, you know what they say, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;beauty hurts&lt;/span&gt;! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and right now, my &lt;u&gt;biggest annoyance&lt;/u&gt; is alia's blabbering about barbie and bratz. I can't believe I'm typing this while alia is going on and on (she is right now, no lie!) about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"which barbie should I buy?" "eh yg bratz magic hair tu, is it ok?" "Should I get that one?" "hmmm I'm afraid die punya rambut kasar"&lt;/span&gt; blah blah blah. How annoying -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she'd get pretty mad if I don't listen to her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CAREFULLY&lt;/span&gt; and - check this out - She uses the word &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"carefully"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;very well&lt;/b&gt;. haha you know what, while  I was typing the above paragraph she actually got fed up and slammed my door shut because I wasn't actually listening to her. Barbie or Bratz, they're both kiddy and I'm 15 for Gods sake! Someone needs to tell her that real 13 year-olds don't play with dolls anymore - well unless they still do :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-4860992008181956768?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4860992008181956768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=4860992008181956768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4860992008181956768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4860992008181956768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/02/homeworks-and-school.html' title='homeworks and school'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-9015367863325496403</id><published>2009-01-30T09:56:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:10:52.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>popcorn again</title><content type='html'>lol we made popcorn again. Its like our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; attempt to &lt;u&gt;store-bought popcorn&lt;/u&gt; using mira's air-popper we bought in australia. We've tried caramel, butter and nuts, and candy-coated popcorn. But really, non of them turned out the way they should. Damn! The caramel popcorn was too sweet, the butter in our butter and nuts popcorn made the popcorn soggy and the candy-coated popcorn, uhmmm lets just say we threw it all away. Everything scorched and the sugar got burnt. The weird thing is that it tasted spicy lol. Whoops, our bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were busy making the &lt;u&gt;candy-coated popcorn&lt;/u&gt;, farid called me on my cell. He asked about &lt;b&gt;haikal&lt;/b&gt; and I was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"xtaw la weyy"&lt;/span&gt;. I can't hide under haikal's lie again. Its too hard and its not even my lie and i have to cover for him?! gggahh &gt;.&lt; (uh oh! Haikal is sooo gonna kill me for spilling that out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found something today and I'm shocked, absolutely shocked that.... err nvm! That one, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; can't tell, sorry. But his friends keep asking me and I'm really getting annoyed. Sheesh! I said no no no no no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this other annoying guy who keeps texting me (God knows where he got my number) and I ignored him the whole time but he just keeps texting me! Frustrating and annoying! Why can't people just leave me alone?! If I don't reply to any of your texts, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jgn harap la weyy! Ni, lg die pegi bwt ak grm nk mati!&lt;/span&gt; Sorry for being rude but that's just the way I am. I am a monster when I'm mad. Even for stupid little things like this one. Got it? Good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-9015367863325496403?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/9015367863325496403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=9015367863325496403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/9015367863325496403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/9015367863325496403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/01/popcorn-again.html' title='popcorn again'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-6387161929871064282</id><published>2009-01-25T11:11:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:08:57.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL :D</title><content type='html'>So I was asking my dad &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"what are you watching?"&lt;/span&gt; he was in front of the tv set and proudly answered &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"ultraman"&lt;/span&gt; and flashes me a smile and I was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"ultraman? uhh no thanks"&lt;/span&gt; going straight to the stairs running away from the tv (haha i hate ultraman) and he said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"rugi adik! best ni."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol he knows I hate ultraman. So we laughed. I laughed because he likes ultraman and he laughed because I laughed lol. What 48 year-old man likes ultraman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I really have nothing to talk about today except that we're going to &lt;u&gt;D'chiengmai Thai Seafood Restaurant&lt;/u&gt; tonight to celebrate haikal's 18th birthday which was supposed to be on the 16th of January ehheh. I felt sorry for him because non of us (me, mira and alia) wished him &lt;b&gt;happy birthday&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we didn't wish him is mainly because errrr well, he just doesn't deserve it lol. Last year on me and mira's birthday he didn't wish us anything. Not even selamat hari raya and stuff like that because our birthday was exactly on hari raya. We got our own cakes and our name written on it with pink frosting from our grandma yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/5166/bdaycakehr8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/5166/bdaycakehr8.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's birthday was the best not including the ones I had when I was little though cuz those were long time ago and I can't remember any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt; haikal could do is picking up a strip of paper found on the floor and wrote happy birthday in his lazy little &lt;b&gt;I-don't-care&lt;/b&gt; handwriting with a black pen for alia's 10th birthday. Very funny haikal -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-6387161929871064282?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6387161929871064282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=6387161929871064282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6387161929871064282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/6387161929871064282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol-d.html' title='LOL :D'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-3764739829053813490</id><published>2009-01-23T18:25:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:12:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>topic of the day</title><content type='html'>an actual dialog between me and aina (it may vary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aina:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;weh bdk baru tu pakai braces weh. Ak x tw pon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lantak pi ah die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aina:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cuba kau tgk tu (pointing at him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ak tgk braces ak kat cermin hari-hari weyyy. dh jemu da ak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aina:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;apsl ah die nk gelak je tutup mulut die ngan beg die tu. malu sgt pakai braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kau x igt ke, bkn die ke yg bwt adjective shy tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aina:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ak tgk kau slambe je nk gelak. Nk gelak, GELAK je tros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HEY watch your mouth *laughing*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was all about braces; people who want to wear braces, people whose actually wearing braces etc. =) And for some reason I think aina likes the guy ;D shhhh! I said &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;! Not that I know anything. She just kept talking and talking about the braces boy and i was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"uhhh uhuh"&lt;/span&gt; most of the time. And everytime that guy moves, she looks at me and blasts her giddy chuckel o.0 and I was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whattt????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean anything to you??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got this catalog of story books and stuff from school and dang I gotta tell you those books are the shiznits (whoa I'm speaking ghetto). They've got good stuff in it and I'm planning to buy 3 from it. They sound interesting =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol we made fun of aina of wanting to buy the book "what's happening to me?" about puberty and stuff. Wait, she wants the guy version not the girl one! lolol No, kidding. She wanted the girl one but we want her to get the guy one as a joke and she's considering it. HAHAHAHAAH What would her parents think! Don't worry, she has 3 little brothers and they might find the book useful =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and btw, I can't reply to all of your tags! Something happened and I can't tag. I don't know why and i'm puzzled right now. Is it just my laptop or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;////EDITED////&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;somehow, i found a way to tag! By using our guest computer! woohoo! Problem solved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-3764739829053813490?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3764739829053813490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=3764739829053813490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3764739829053813490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3764739829053813490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/01/dialog-of-day.html' title='topic of the day'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-3559377485427960457</id><published>2009-01-14T15:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:07:38.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh crap!</title><content type='html'>I lost my pencil case at school today, great. &lt;b&gt;JUST&lt;/b&gt; great. Ah you're probably saying its JUST a pencil case. Apparently its not. This might sound like the weirdest thing ever, but my pencil case is &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; to me. Seriously folks. It has been with me for a year now and I used it everyday even on weekends. It never let me down lol. My pencil case is perfect, like textbook perfect! It has everything I need for school. And What makes me even mad is that I bought that case with my own money!!! My very own &lt;b&gt;hard-earned cash&lt;/b&gt;! Because my parents weren't there with me when I bought it. I'm actually really mad + sad right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon some &lt;b&gt;freak&lt;/b&gt; stole it. One really poor freak who can't afford a pencil case and decided to steal my &lt;b&gt;beautiful magnificent delightful most glorious&lt;/b&gt; pink case and was stupid enough to not be able to think of what would affect the owner who doesn't deserve to have her case stolen, who used her own money to get it. &lt;u&gt;What a loser&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got back from this bookstore near my house, &lt;u&gt;Pustaka Rakyat&lt;/u&gt; after picking up some things I need to do my homework with since my pencil case and all its contents got stolen. So my dad spent loads of money to replace everything thats missing. Well, not like he cares cuz he's like when it comes to school needs, he doesn't really care about money. Its my future we're talking about. If I don't have my pencil case, then I won't be able to study. If I don't study, that'll just &lt;b&gt;ruin&lt;/b&gt; my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW I think about my future wayy to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to &lt;u&gt;Kuching, Sarawak&lt;/u&gt; last weekend. It was a holiday. Actually I don't really think of going to other states in Malaysia is a holiday. Its just basically downright boring and uhhh... its malaysia! Going overseas is my idea of holiday. I've been to 10 other countries in this world and and they're just better than malaysia. I've been to Australia, Germany, Austria, Indonesia, France, Netherlands, Qatar, Switzerland, Lichtenstein and Belgium. Most of them are European countries. It was when I was 12, 14 and 10. I'm going to Australia again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt; about Kuching. It &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; a holiday lol. It was fun especially having to skip school with my parents' permissions. What could be better than that? I'm gonna do a whole post about it. Not now because I haven't uploaded the pictures yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;u&gt;miss kuching&lt;/u&gt; badly =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-3559377485427960457?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3559377485427960457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=3559377485427960457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3559377485427960457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/3559377485427960457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-crap.html' title='oh crap!'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-5888093091492615446</id><published>2009-01-08T17:13:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:10:18.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homeworks homeworks and homeworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Current weird &amp; strange obsessions: garlic oil and 'kuah rojak' :d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its the 4th day of school and I'm getting &lt;b&gt;homeworks&lt;/b&gt;. Is that the saddest thing or what?! They should've give us nothing for the first week so we have ample time to sit at one corner holding a box of tissue at one hand trying to shake off from the fact that holidays just ended. Uh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do my homework now but haikal aka my pathetic brother forgot to buy my exercise books and he lied that they were out of stock. Uh he thought I'm that &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt;. If I don't do it now, &lt;b&gt;Procuie&lt;/b&gt; (that's the name I gave my enemy, procrastination ;D) will pay a visit and probably stay with me and my #1 new year resolution is to stop &lt;b&gt;Procuie&lt;/b&gt; from visiting me. Petrol is cheaper now, so &lt;b&gt;Procuie&lt;/b&gt; can come anytime &lt;i&gt;*grabs a &lt;b&gt;help me&lt;/b&gt; sign*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got our text books today and there were like 18 of them. Did I mention that we had to bring all 18 books back home on the &lt;u&gt;same day&lt;/u&gt;. Also, did I mention that each of the books are like as &lt;b&gt;thick&lt;/b&gt; as haikal's head. Imagine how thick they are o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of &lt;u&gt;fly.fm&lt;/u&gt; these days. They're convincing us kids that &lt;b&gt;School's Cool&lt;/b&gt;, I mean hello?! Don't they know that us kids are &lt;b&gt;brilliant&lt;/b&gt; these days. Its not like we'd go around school and like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"omg honey madu from fly.fm said that school's cool. ITS OFFICIALLY COOL NOW!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also whats up with the title &lt;b&gt;School's cool&lt;/b&gt;? I mean rhymes are catchy for nursery preschoolers and they already think school's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Might as well I come up with a better name like &lt;b&gt;School's for Fools&lt;/b&gt;, they too rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say school isn't as dull as for the past years. I got my &lt;u&gt;contacts&lt;/u&gt; and I can see my school clearly. SO CLEAR!!!! So I've been pretending to see everything at school for the past 3 years I've been there to avoid my &lt;b&gt;nerdy glasses&lt;/b&gt;. Who wants to be seen with a set of braces and a pair of glasses?! No offense. Some of you look good with 'em but certainly NOT ME. I'm myopic so yeah everything at a distance's  &lt;b&gt;BLURRY&lt;/b&gt; like hell! I'm a -2.75 so that's pretty high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very slim and small watch so if I'm not with my glasses or contacts, I have to bring my arm closer to my eyes to tell the time. Makes me look weird. And yeah, I am &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; self-conscious about my image and behaviour ;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now I'm craving for caramel popcorn, twizzlers rainbow, wack-o-wax, nik-l-nips and pixy stix. OH and don't forget red haribo berries! Yup I have a sweet tooth! Don't know why I brought this subject up lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just found out Dad put this nifty &lt;u&gt;tracking device&lt;/u&gt; onto haikal's car. He doesn't know. Dad knows everywhere he goes. I know that's like a total privacy invader but that's just for his own good. He's a BIG FAT liar. You know he supposed to buy me this exercise books but he didn't and lied that they're out of stock. Dad checked the device and turns out he didn't even go to my school. &lt;b&gt;NEVER TRUST HAIKAL!!! NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; Rules of life!! I know those people who got in haikal's pathetic lies and they still do. I'd tell the truth but I don't want to get beaten up. So, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful with my dad. He's just very tricky. He knows everything. He's a gadget freak! He has gadgets that no one here has. No lie. I have &lt;u&gt;no doubt&lt;/u&gt; that he's tracking my laptop. He knows every website I go but I don't care. I mean its not like I watch porn 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Naddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rules : -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This tag is only for girls, no boys!&lt;br /&gt;2) Be honest!&lt;br /&gt;3) It must be true!&lt;br /&gt;4) There must be only one answer, unless there is a 'more than one answer'.&lt;br /&gt;5) Must tag ten peeps!&lt;br /&gt;6) No tagging back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tags : -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mira&lt;br /&gt;2) Yasmin&lt;br /&gt;3) Nicolette&lt;br /&gt;4) Kristina&lt;br /&gt;5) Mila&lt;br /&gt;6) Nisa&lt;br /&gt;7) Sajidah&lt;br /&gt;8) Lily&lt;br /&gt;9) Lydya&lt;br /&gt;10) Zurin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal : -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : pink duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : uhh idk right now everything seems good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What is your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : any kind of juice except cucumber (ewwwww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys : -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What kind of guy do you prefer? ( More than one answer )&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Hmmm it depends but you know what they say, brain before beauty. But I'd take both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How you want your crush to confess to you? ( More than one answer )&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Its up to him how he wants to confess, I don't mind as long as I get the confession ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What do you want your boyfriend to give you during Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : I don't celebrate Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-5888093091492615446?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5888093091492615446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=5888093091492615446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5888093091492615446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5888093091492615446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2009/01/homeworks-homeworks-and-homeworks.html' title='homeworks homeworks and homeworks'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-5032978695438312181</id><published>2008-12-31T14:45:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:05:26.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too blessed to be depressed...</title><content type='html'>Ok, maybe I was too &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; the other day that I said I was not gonna blog for a few days. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; call December 30 the worst day of my life. Ok I was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. Life is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; unfair. Sometimes we just feel that life is so unfair to us. The way I was feeling yesterday. There is always something or the other that makes you feel like you have the most crappy life anyone ever had. But, the truth is, unless you start looking at the lives of others, you never know how fair life has been to you. I'm &lt;u&gt;blessed&lt;/u&gt; with parents that care for me, give me everything (not literally) a girl could ever want. Of course, I had my shares of bitterness, but, still. The whole of yesterday I was feeling stupid, silly, frustrated and very very low in self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten over it and I've learnt that its something that I have to suck it up and live with. I know I'm a &lt;u&gt;drama queen&lt;/u&gt;. Its the past now and I'm going to concentrate on the future that's coming. PMR is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;. Its something that can polish your record. Ok so I didn't get my record polished. Here's a big &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SO WHAT&lt;/span&gt;?! At least I tried my best right? There must be "hikmah" behind it, which I can't find yet. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more important&lt;/span&gt; and for now I'm going to concentrate on that. I've changed..... uhhhh maybe not now. But VERY soon, I promise. Its time to put an end to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;procrastination&lt;/span&gt; aka my &lt;u&gt;BIGGEST HUGEST&lt;/u&gt; enemy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those you got straight A's, I'm wishing you &lt;u&gt;congratulations&lt;/u&gt;. You guys deserve it (though I think some of them just don't lol ok I'm sooo mean. Jealousy is never going to fix it)! :D Ok I'm jealous of you guys. Its a good thing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who didn't manage to get straight A's, don't worry. There's still time. Take it as a lesson, and you'll be a better person. (hmmm it rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile Always, Its a blessing to be blessed with a smile =) (how corny is that?)&lt;br /&gt;dila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-5032978695438312181?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5032978695438312181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=5032978695438312181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5032978695438312181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/5032978695438312181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-too-blessed-to-be-depressed.html' title='I&apos;m too blessed to be depressed...'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-1238183244682900208</id><published>2008-12-30T13:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:51:10.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 30 2008 marked as the worst day of my life =(</title><content type='html'>Ok so you guys already know that today is the day I get my PMR results from my previous entry. What you guys don't know is that its also &lt;u&gt;the worst day of my life&lt;/u&gt; =). I'm sooo disappointed! Life is just so unfair (Argh! I hate my self for saying that!). I have hated myself throughout my life. Maybe its just me. But its fate. I didn't fail but of course I didn't get straight A's either. And most &lt;b&gt;importantly&lt;/b&gt;, I didn't beat my brother at this but didn't lose either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what my uncle said? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"congratulations &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you mean &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;?!! Gosh, he should've discarded the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;! Because of one stupid &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;, I feel even worse T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood of blogging today. I may not blog for the next few days also. This is just too frustrating for me. Its just too much. I can't take it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-1238183244682900208?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1238183244682900208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=1238183244682900208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1238183244682900208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1238183244682900208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-30th-marked-worst-day-of-my.html' title='December 30 2008 marked as the worst day of my life =('/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-1808693158323223422</id><published>2008-12-29T15:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:13:55.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downsize my pet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;How Do You Sleep - Jesse McCartney&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMJ Kookie's getting fatter and fatter &lt;b&gt;everyday&lt;/b&gt;! She is &lt;b&gt;6kg&lt;/b&gt; now! Wish she would stop eating like &lt;i&gt;she's never eaten before&lt;/i&gt;! She sleeps on my bed &lt;u&gt;every single night&lt;/u&gt; with me and sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night because she'd take my quilt away and I'd be like sooo friggin cold! And I have to lift her away from the quilt and like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"omg she's soo friggin heavy!"&lt;/span&gt;. She's a female &lt;b&gt;British Shorthair&lt;/b&gt; but was born in the USA. Are British Shorthairs supposed to be THAT heavy?! Or the fact that she was born in the USA made her that heavy 0.o? No offense to the Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and Mira was talking to our parents about us having to wear two pairs of glasses at a time during Bolt in 3D (our glasses and the 3D glasses). We don't usually wear our glasses often except when we're in the house or in the cinema because everything would be blurry. And our mom said that we can get &lt;u&gt;contact lense&lt;/u&gt; and we're getting it in 3 days! We'd get the disposable ones first to see if we like it or not. Can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Al told me that Haikal's opening a burger aka &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SLOPPY sandwich&lt;/span&gt; stand with our cousin, shakir and Mira was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"OK the first RM75 you make will go to me"&lt;/span&gt; lol. OH &lt;u&gt;pmr results&lt;/u&gt; coming out by tomorrow! I have only &lt;b&gt;19 hours&lt;/b&gt; left to prepare myself! ttyl! Gotta be fully prepared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-1808693158323223422?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1808693158323223422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=1808693158323223422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1808693158323223422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/1808693158323223422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2008/12/downsize-my-pet.html' title='Downsize my pet!'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-7460489101721567362</id><published>2008-12-28T01:56:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:06:55.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe 2008 is almost over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forever and Always - Taylor Swift&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute, you were at school talking to your friends, doing homeworks (well, not in my case ;D), taking exams, and the next thing you know &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2008 is almost over&lt;/span&gt;! Just a few more days and its over! I'm gonna miss all those nonsense I had but its time to move on. Forget the past and start a new year. I'm planning of changing my personality. From the girl who doesn't do her homeworks, to the hardworking girl who actually does her homeworks. Are you guys cool with that? lol I know the teachers are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I'm gonna have new subjects, probably new friends, new classmates, new year, new homeworks (oh boy), new books, new everything! Come to think of it, I'm gonna miss my crazy classmates. I know I called them crazy, but they're my &lt;u&gt;crazies&lt;/u&gt; ;D. Hope some of them decided not to go to MRSM's. Oh what am I saying? Let those &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;smartypants&lt;/span&gt; go! Maybe I'll have the chance to be on the top of the class! Who knows! I've always been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;invisible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - or maybe that's just what I think I am 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, noticed my new layout/skin? I was going through blogskins and then I found this! I didn't actually thought of changing my layout but this skin caught my eyes so bad like a fisherman caught fishes with his fishing net - I can't escape! So I decided to use it. Besides, I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm getting tired of the previous JB skin I had lol. OH and the &lt;i&gt;avvie&lt;/i&gt; on the header, I changed it. It was actually an avvie of an anime but since I don't have interest in animes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;, I changed it. Yea, that's me! I made it a few hours ago just for this skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway (again), I went to the movies this morning! We watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bolt in 3D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun. Most importantly, Bolt is soooooooo &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; (he's a dog). Rino is even better. He talks big but he's actually a teeny tiny fat hamster. Cute! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt; sounded like a boy. Everyone knows he (oops sorry! She!) has a boy-like voice right? Ok I'm not gonna spill the movie for you guys cuz that'd be uncool but I'm just gonna tell you to go watch it. Worth the time and money ^^. Oh and if you have a small head, those &lt;u&gt;3D glasses&lt;/u&gt; are gonna keep sliding on you lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas (a little too late to wish that don't you think?) and a happy new year (a little too early to wish that lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;dila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-7460489101721567362?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7460489101721567362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=7460489101721567362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7460489101721567362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/7460489101721567362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-believe-2008-is-almost-over.html' title='Can you believe 2008 is almost over?'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765058091891598919.post-4236342574708933008</id><published>2008-12-23T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:33:12.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfirmed!</title><content type='html'>The PMR results for 2008 has been confirmed to be on the 30th of December. I've read it in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kosmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The funny thing is that, some people from Penang still think that its going to be announced tomorrow. I went across this blog that has this countdown posts something like "2 more days till I get my results" and everything. I had told him that its on the 30th but the next day i visited that blog, he has this new post "last day before gettin my results". Me thinking that he hasn't read my comment, so I had left a comment on his chatbox nicely &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; manners. Guess what he replied? Here, I'll put up the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Him (Whoever he is): LOL..as if it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh yeah? Then what's this???? http://www.kosmo.com.my/kosmo/content.asp?y=2008&amp;dt=1221&amp;pub=Kosmo&amp;sec=Negara&amp;pg=ne_05.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Him: yeah yeah yeah..whatever~ =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So now u know huh? :D HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Him: addie..stop spammin in my tag board PLEASE and thank you..you're pissin me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on and on. I left him some nasty comments (which you don't need to see) because he started the whole thing. Its CRYSTAL CLEAR that he started it. Doesn't he know that I'm saving his butt from the embarrassment he's gonna get?? Uhh probably no because he's just wayyy too BUSY doing the "coundown" thing and learning the meaning of "spamming" to understand, which for some reasons I don't think he even understands the word "understand". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays are just mean. Well, some of you. The fact that they don't want to admit their mistakes and trying to act "cool" about it by being damn rude (GEEZ MAN! GEEZ!). Having mistakes is not wrong! People make mistakes. I do. My mom does. My dad does. My sisters do. My brother does (sometimes more than anybody else =D). There is no need to be nasty and all. Here's a piece of advice for yall, especially the psycho I had a fight with, ADMIT YOUR MISTAKES AND DON'T BE NASTY TO THE PERSON THAT SAVED YOUR REP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765058091891598919-4236342574708933008?l=icedhoneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4236342574708933008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765058091891598919&amp;postID=4236342574708933008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4236342574708933008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765058091891598919/posts/default/4236342574708933008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedhoneys.blogspot.com/2008/12/comfirmed.html' title='Comfirmed!'/><author><name>dila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06738246233420860327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHhrTKX724o/S3deZlT2PmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SGdc2jRIvfw/S220/ape.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
