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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh the hoohaa. dusty blog i shall leave this open, and maybe start a new one, in which, haha i don't know which one to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, everything's a pretty mess. despite the fact that the prettiness in it was yesterday's small celebration for DINEESHA MAHTANI who turned nineteen on 31st jan, so now there shan't be anymore merajuk sessions from you okayy baby. haha love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/S2rOWOJ6VGI/AAAAAAAABuM/bKhHUwTFQVs/s1600-h/SDC13828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/S2rOWOJ6VGI/AAAAAAAABuM/bKhHUwTFQVs/s400/SDC13828.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the mess. well, thought i would screw up PIA's quiz, but yeah as a whole i like(: not much of a mess there, but sighhhhh, won't have enough time to study for bpharm and help alot for the ipt report, cause the whole weekends will be spent with the big family in johore. for cousin's wedding reception. sigh-igh-igh-igh-igh. exams are coming and i can't get my butt to move. i'm hungry! but i'm just too awesomely fatly lazy to go to the kitchen and get something. nevertheless i will starve tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss boncet alot, like alot, because he's too busy working and then he'll head for NS soon. because i wana see him again, and this time round with botak beside him. please, please God grant my wish, whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay and i'll get my Baby tmr. but there's Bubu too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine's red and hafiz' blue. and they're starfishes lah please, cause hafiz bought me one after much persuasion, not really much cause he still agreed to get me one (though i don't really have an idea of how to take care of it). he says it's slimy like an octopus, and it's like jelly welly. HAHA EEEEEEEEEEEEW. if that's the case i won't touch it. haha but if i really can't take care of Baby then i'll ask hafiz to take care of it for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/S2rQyr4GVZI/AAAAAAAABuU/idRqfF7CWTY/s1600-h/Red_Starfish.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/S2rQyr4GVZI/AAAAAAAABuU/idRqfF7CWTY/s200/Red_Starfish.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can i please not go for the career fair tomorrow? ): i really want to see Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/S2rRO5bo06I/AAAAAAAABuc/eR6QBzRKMsY/s1600-h/SDC13874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/S2rRO5bo06I/AAAAAAAABuc/eR6QBzRKMsY/s400/SDC13874.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-695565082004546011?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/695565082004546011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=695565082004546011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/695565082004546011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/695565082004546011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhh-hoohaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/S2rOWOJ6VGI/AAAAAAAABuM/bKhHUwTFQVs/s72-c/SDC13828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-962597334135587351</id><published>2010-01-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:41:31.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because all is gone and nothing gets left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've given up. on hope, on whatever i need to do, on whatever i want to do or be, on everything.&lt;br /&gt;as i have nothing else to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;it's okayy, because as you know it, i am not one of yours, no, no longer.&lt;br /&gt;neither am i to sayy you are one of mine, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and that, is just too shameful.&lt;br /&gt;because if you feel that way, then i will feel the same about it.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't care less, about what you want to achieve, who your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is, i don't want to be a burden.&lt;br /&gt;to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-962597334135587351?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/962597334135587351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=962597334135587351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/962597334135587351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/962597334135587351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-all-is-gone-and-nothing-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-2596422853237537508</id><published>2009-12-29T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:51:04.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, time check, 7:09pm listening to Whitney Houston's i have nothing single. My favourite song for the next few days i assume. and todayy is well father's ___th, so here goes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATHER! may god bless you in many ways and may you live a long healthy life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alone at home, texting wak haha, that tua boyy. just got back from london on sunday at 3pm and darn, was it a tiring dayy. jet lag, so i thought. slept in the airplane like a pig, so no wonder haha. anyways, to rewind back the time is always a good way to refresh one's memory. and thus, let's do a flashback! -flashback dance-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22nd dec, tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;collected a quarter of a cake and present from maryam. thanks! and yeah haha went to market, packed and got ready for the midnight flight. socks, check, sweater, check, coat, check, handphone, check, camera, check. so basically everything was in order and we were set to go. pitied haikal, and he went home first to avoid him shouting for nenek ana haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23rd dec, wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 6am, london is a nice city to be looked at 25000ft above ground. the lights are shimmering bright in the dawn of morning, the cold air surrounds you like no one's business :P bag got us delayed and we came out at around 8? bought these really big Millie's muffins, the ones that you can drool for when you see them out of the oven. haha chocolate, blueberry, raspberry, banana toffee ones, haha got all of them, one for each person yum :D tubed down to finsbury park, and walked to brother's house. and guess what? THERE'S SNOW EVERYWHERE ON THE GROUND, CARS, TREES. everywhere i sayy, everywhere! ahhhh the glory of snowwwwwww haha. so stayed at home awaiting cousin's arrival from ireland. meanwhile, didn't have much to do, built a mini snowman, sneesnee in the backyard. fingers went numb for a few minutes haha! fine i'm slenge, but the gloves wouldn't let the snow stick together! darn. and in the afternoon, went to shop! sainsbury's and the shops along the street. woahh shopping heaven baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24th dec, thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, to sainsbury's for souvenirs and chocolates and some grocery. ooo i like :D haha, went to subway's to pack food and head home. okayy and then i forgot what we did hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha right and so there was nothing to do at home, i took alot of random stupid pictures and tada, mom cooked. i took a nap, woke up and ate, and then went back to sleep. HAHA the joy of sleeping like a pig in the winter. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;25th dec, friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so since it's christmas, there weren't any shops open besides those halal food outlets. bought some roasted chicken, the guys went for prayers, and the rest went back home. but.. before going in, haha CHERRY FIGHT with kak syikin! and jumped around, and of course, there must be photos. msn-ed with dinee and aishah at 4pm london time singapore 12am, and yeah they wished me a great big 18th :D and thank you too to those who wished me, thank you, very much. mucho gracias. while mom cooked, i ate biscuits and chomped on junk. and of course, as you will know it, i was asleep at 7pm. tsk, the winter cold. didn't have the mood to eat, so i was half sleeping on the couch while the rest had dinner. thennnnn, jeng jeng jeng. out came the CHOCOLATE GATEAU CARAMEL CAKE. whoooppeeeee, my eyes flared open the moment i heard cake heehee. and so there was a small celebration for me and dad, and dani's belated belated belated birthday, and i got a 4gig camera and phone memory each! so it's double the madness. haha. and yeah played &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 'mecca to medina', a trading game, with dani and kak syikin till like almost 1am. haha suckerrrrrrrrrr. and yeah slept again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;26th dec, saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;boxing day=sales on oxford circus, london's shopping belt. hehe as a treat for me, i shopped till i was tired and haha that made my dayy before we made our way back to singapore. no one knew how much i missed singapore, like seriously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;27th dec, sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and for me to miss my birthday? well yeah, it kind of sucked, but as it is, there's nothing for me to celebrate it for. so what else, lepak-ed at cik wati's and got really tired shit haha. and there was food, chocolate fondue to be precise. yum yum :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;28th dec, monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;school sucked! but it was good to see them all again(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pictures are uploaded on facebook, feel free to see them :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;goodbye fellow earthlings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-2596422853237537508?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3217091386219978986</id><published>2009-12-21T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:59:32.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well then i'm here haha so yeah happy holidays peopleeeeeeeeee haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope there's snow in ______, and so if there's none, i will tickle abang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okayy whatev random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, as you've read, will be going to _____ for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be back on the sunday afternoon so watch out for me eh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't miss me cause i know i won't haha, kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will miss all of you of course, especially the babies, cause i'll be missing this year's birthday here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if only it really snows there, then i'll be the happiest girl in the world on her birthday woooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanna B's was fun fun fun thrills baybehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what with the powerhouse stereo, cd tours of beyonce, bep and j.lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the awesome food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the wonderful seatings and hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the token picture on their wall of fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baseically, everything, and of course, to the great service :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kudos to the crew for making my night wonderful woooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and of course, projects will be put on hold up till after the holidays hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sy9-gGr5-6I/AAAAAAAABuE/X54F6tnIdnU/s1600-h/snow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sy9-gGr5-6I/AAAAAAAABuE/X54F6tnIdnU/s1600-h/snow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sy9-gGr5-6I/AAAAAAAABuE/X54F6tnIdnU/s400/snow.JPG" style="text-decoration: underline;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24451045-3217091386219978986?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3217091386219978986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3217091386219978986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3217091386219978986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3217091386219978986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoho.html' title='hoho'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sy9-gGr5-6I/AAAAAAAABuE/X54F6tnIdnU/s72-c/snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-2689837860807592228</id><published>2009-12-19T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T16:09:58.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays holidays holidays.</title><content type='html'>and then finally, im back again. haha, it's a repeat, yes i know, i've done this many times, it's not a surprise anymore. haha kayy whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of holidays' been shit. besides the fact that there are like tons of projects to do, i still have my days brightened up by haikal the small monster haha, and of course the cousins that came and have a sleepover, had a maid for the week. of course, met people, missed tons. how i wish i could rewind everything back again to 6 months ago. but all's done now, no need to dwell. afterall, as they sayy, no pain no gain muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, had been going out for quite a bit. last last week was bowling, pictures on facebook. last week was town with sister, and then i wished i had called, but then it's undone now. haha nevermind, there's always a next time. yesterday went shopping, yet again, with sister and haikal. became a nanny for the dayy, taking haikal on the train alone, and aroused some kaypo skepticals. and todayy, yay haha heading down to arab st for dinner with the cousins aunts and uncles to commemorate a celebration for the december babies, which of course, ehem, includes, ehem, me, ehem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i shall stop talking, post up some pictures, get ready and head to sister's before anything extra happens :P and yes, cause i know tonight's going to be a good night. yet again. so long fellow earthlings! i love you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyHY4lVe7I/AAAAAAAABtE/cowyoJQpI4M/s1600-h/SDC12258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyHY4lVe7I/AAAAAAAABtE/cowyoJQpI4M/s400/SDC12258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hari raya haji 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyHlbMjrLI/AAAAAAAABtM/3SZ3COVgtvE/s1600-h/SDC12346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyHlbMjrLI/AAAAAAAABtM/3SZ3COVgtvE/s400/SDC12346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha bowling, tampines safraaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyHvOtSbqI/AAAAAAAABtU/f0CsuMTX0c0/s1600-h/SDC12507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyHvOtSbqI/AAAAAAAABtU/f0CsuMTX0c0/s400/SDC12507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the following monday, aishah's mini celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyH4R97ynI/AAAAAAAABtc/RXvINzMG4vY/s1600-h/SDC12682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyH4R97ynI/AAAAAAAABtc/RXvINzMG4vY/s400/SDC12682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;last dayy of term tests, awaiting the last paper._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyH4R97ynI/AAAAAAAABtc/RXvINzMG4vY/s1600-h/SDC12682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyIBubjAVI/AAAAAAAABtk/7Lkf47x0f5g/s1600-h/SDC12529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyIBubjAVI/AAAAAAAABtk/7Lkf47x0f5g/s400/SDC12529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some random dayy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyIwAcbVlI/AAAAAAAABts/nneBDScborE/s1600-h/SDC12648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyIwAcbVlI/AAAAAAAABts/nneBDScborE/s400/SDC12648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;brother 1, sister with the -teeeehhhh face- holding brother 2, cousin. and the back there, my motherrrrrr hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyI5it10VI/AAAAAAAABt0/HZ5vJ0M9SjI/s1600-h/SDC12694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyI5it10VI/AAAAAAAABt0/HZ5vJ0M9SjI/s400/SDC12694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;welcome to iluma! new moon with dinee mahtani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyJC4KUAaI/AAAAAAAABt8/bmSQc-jodmE/s1600-h/SDC12695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyJC4KUAaI/AAAAAAAABt8/bmSQc-jodmE/s400/SDC12695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;fret not, it is, super mario, and his moustache was flying like a kite :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. oh if i don't come back to post after 3 days, means i'm gone to london :D take care earthlings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-2689837860807592228?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/2689837860807592228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=2689837860807592228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2689837860807592228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2689837860807592228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-holidays-holidays.html' title='holidays holidays holidays.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SyyHY4lVe7I/AAAAAAAABtE/cowyoJQpI4M/s72-c/SDC12258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-1400134840735402860</id><published>2009-12-02T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:36:50.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihihiiihiiiii. haha sorry for the lack of updates, due to the many events that are concurrently happening, one after the other hahahaha. life is like a krazy human being, haha like me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, whatever, tomorrow is stupid IPT's roleplay, in which i have no confidence in and in which i will go and chiong like mad haha. term tests will start the following monday, starting with PIA and CSAS. and in CSAS, there is a need to write a letter. like what the hell? haha and blahblah, the other papers on every other dayy. ending with friday, which is PMIC and BPharm. wahlau, so hectic, i have 6 papers altogether. tskkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes holiday, which isn't one, becauseeeeeeeeeeeeeee, when school reopens, there's like 3 submissions. and i can't go for holiday in peace haha. nevermind, the cold wind will let me have my peace then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't talk about my birthday, because i don't feel like having one this year. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy backtracking, hari raya haji weekend was the awesom-est! haha. birthday party, cum gathering, cum celebrating psle results were damn fun. photos will be uploaded on to facebook like after term tests? haha and yeahhhhhh the food was great. fondue, and rice and cake. arghhhhhhhh the madness! and then came saturday, and met my cousins and aunties again for bowling! 4 games and 2 fusbal matches. hahahahahaha and then simpang, as per usual. stupid banglas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be on hiatus again, because i want to study for my term tests thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-1400134840735402860?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/1400134840735402860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=1400134840735402860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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52 weeks in year[is it?] haha this is one of those weeks whereby i get the chance to see the handsome krazy-ass person. ehem, u know what i mean, but no offence lah eh. hahahahahhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;stay home saturday, due to unforseen circumstances. and todayy, is really krazy. study date with the lesbo[HAHA omg i can't help it sorry]. i meant, dinee. and then out of the blue the number got multiplied. tskkkkkkk. and that made it a non-productive dayy. at all. please eh. laptop died, there were no available powerpoints, those selfish asses, and the environment was really sucky. and you tell meeeeeee about it. haha but nonetheless, i don't care cause i kinda had fun, and i can't really be bothered anymore about PMic for the rest of the night. muahahahaha. so let's go tomorrow and we will make it work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3358951937090116768?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3358951937090116768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3358951937090116768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3358951937090116768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3358951937090116768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-krazy-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-772384761857474246</id><published>2009-11-07T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:07:45.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;loving you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember how it started&lt;br /&gt;this infatuations for you&lt;br /&gt;i see you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;i know you see me stare&lt;br /&gt;my heart is stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;boy you really like my fire&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. dreams are all it is. but one day i know it'll come true. i just have to stop trying for the moment and just, go with the flow. haha but of course, i can't forget you as my friend, truth is, you know too much about me and the same goes for you. and in the time to come, maybe we can, afterall just be close friends. not forever, but until the time comes, i'll just hope and hope and hope and hope it won't. haha what am i talking about? i mean, who knows. haha i might even pose a significant relevance in you. there i go again. but wait, cause really, it's up to the hands of God. i mean we're destined to do things right, so yeah here goes. and let's abide by his rules shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. the first studying weekend i had since the last 3 weeks of school started. better buck up people! meanssssss, it's coffeebean, and camera, and notes, and shit all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the list goes on and on and on, will be fully stressed preparing media on monday, PMic quiz is on the next day [thank god it's open book] and alsooooooo, blood donation too. haha cause i really hope he's going to come too? and mom went 'why do you wana keep donating blood?' and i went ermm right ma ._. hahahaha. but yeah she gave me consent in the end, so yay! PIA lab report is due friday, and of course, CCN day and production. will be supporting aishah baby too. ahhh, yes of course, another hectic week ahead, but the next one will get better and more hectic. i love school. NOT(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but am reaaaaaaaally looking forward to the end of november. bowling, yet again, after months and months of rotting log at it, haha i think i'm shit at bowling. come on let's anticipate for the end of PMic and IPT PBLs! the glory of holidays baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;drool&lt;/em&gt; on the word, HOLIDAYS BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-772384761857474246?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/772384761857474246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=772384761857474246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/772384761857474246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/772384761857474246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6342965652926291288</id><published>2009-10-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:21:35.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some random pictures that i would wana keep for the rest of my life hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;candid, posed, unintentional, purposely, accidentally, expected, framed.&lt;br /&gt;the moments i cherish. haaha. wooooooooo let's get ready and go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;maximum bo power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[oh sorry, i speak the language only i can understand thankyouverymuch]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST STOP: balik kampung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurjO1dL-pI/AAAAAAAABsk/9HLRduxegXM/s400/SDC11198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Surj7NcTXTI/AAAAAAAABs8/z5VK_ZtY-6M/s400/SDC11243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Surjr6hHT7I/AAAAAAAABs0/7XExKg9LW7w/s1600-h/SDC11214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Surjr6hHT7I/AAAAAAAABs0/7XExKg9LW7w/s400/SDC11214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;baby murad, and he's 2 days old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurjdYMOBOI/AAAAAAAABss/ouSP6aS_8Y0/s400/SDC11218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurctnWzfiI/AAAAAAAABqE/0jDH7xDSt2M/s400/SDC11202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurdMVyniiI/AAAAAAAABqM/Pn8ChRdw1mU/s1600-h/SDC11199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurdMVyniiI/AAAAAAAABqM/Pn8ChRdw1mU/s400/SDC11199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cik mokhtar, uncle and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurdjmfNwVI/AAAAAAAABqU/KIWg6X2mUOs/s400/SDC11196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sister to baby murad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SureC3W_qAI/AAAAAAAABqc/YGui44pWwHU/s1600-h/SDC11209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SureC3W_qAI/AAAAAAAABqc/YGui44pWwHU/s400/SDC11209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;smile of the year, yang si mentel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurfSw1ZrfI/AAAAAAAABqk/0pWXDV8q_mY/s400/SDC11246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;haha the town boy fits into kampung life with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Surfq-h2yZI/AAAAAAAABqs/rZFclhNC4_k/s1600-h/SDC11254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Surfq-h2yZI/AAAAAAAABqs/rZFclhNC4_k/s400/SDC11254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my favourite boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Surf-V_2QCI/AAAAAAAABq0/jRp-rgE2jSM/s400/SDC11250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurgNGJ1J0I/AAAAAAAABq8/WS16QIiVWuI/s400/SDC11271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurgcO3chcI/AAAAAAAABrE/-uzNjFszRp4/s400/SDC11282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;recce for the toilet. ish ish osh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurgrR7yuaI/AAAAAAAABrM/M3cfbKNudIU/s400/SDC11229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha grandmotherrrrrrrrr(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;this dayy, the last time late atuk lah was conscious. his condition was critical, but he still could sit crossing his leg. and me being me, shed a few tears while kissing the late one even though we're not close. and on wednesday he passed on. may Allah let his soul rest in peace. let's pray for him.&amp;nbsp;Amin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST DAYY OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Surg5VjPxdI/AAAAAAAABrU/pwCJplIejkE/s400/SDC11309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurhIxVnQpI/AAAAAAAABrc/6OyZ2aewZqQ/s400/SDC11311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the belated birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurhZqbDYtI/AAAAAAAABrk/NP9aNRFDKao/s400/SDC11312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Surhotk8BGI/AAAAAAAABrs/hJ6799pgLN8/s400/SDC11314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Surh22YBkmI/AAAAAAAABr0/stZ3YKk2iQ0/s400/SDC11315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;don't mind my chubby cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SuriFLtll1I/AAAAAAAABr8/sxrLGbEbIYk/s400/SDC11332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;blinding light. ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SuriTztQNlI/AAAAAAAABsE/v3iheJUvgBo/s400/SDC11326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;somewhere this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SuriwoRg0EI/AAAAAAAABsU/QDrQfBmQjYc/s400/SDC11376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dinee: we love firdaus because of his selenge-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Suri_y3gFFI/AAAAAAAABsc/g1nhahFbBz0/s400/SDC11373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;favourite picture of the week, maybe the rest of the time before i see him again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this handsome person i will miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SuriihjvO6I/AAAAAAAABsM/v2yUE4W4ouc/s400/SDC11356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;don't mind my face lah._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;hopefully will get to go to town tomorrow yayyyyy and get a new pair of jeans!&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/24451045-6342965652926291288?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6342965652926291288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6342965652926291288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6342965652926291288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6342965652926291288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-random-pictures-that-i-would-wana.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SurjO1dL-pI/AAAAAAAABsk/9HLRduxegXM/s72-c/SDC11198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3296908242165011501</id><published>2009-10-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:39:34.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 months.&lt;br /&gt;the time that i can take to forget someone. but not move on.&lt;br /&gt;3 months.&lt;br /&gt;the time i can just do anything i want. but still feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;3 months. &lt;br /&gt;the time, the longest in fact, and it never changes.&lt;br /&gt;3 months.&lt;br /&gt;the time you had the chance to change, but it's still unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;3 months.&lt;br /&gt;and all it takes. is one simple line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotten sick over the weekends, but met boncet haha. and wow! he's not boncet anymore hahaha so handsome :P&lt;br /&gt;next stop, to the zoo nyehahahaha. i want to feed the kangaroos pleasssssssssse!&lt;br /&gt;and it's really time for me to taste my chocolate butter cake again. when i'm well enough i guess. haha. cause school's taking my precious timeeeeeeeeeeeee away. and of course routine weekdays. school. home. bathe. eat. homework. assignments. projects. sleep. school. home. bathe. eat. ........ you get what i mean. haha. but i really miss one person. and it is true, that you can't change the way a person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then because i know, it's been a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3296908242165011501?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3296908242165011501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3296908242165011501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3296908242165011501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3296908242165011501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-2772758902389755018</id><published>2009-10-23T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:25:29.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i'll be on hiatus because pbl's killing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-2772758902389755018?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/2772758902389755018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=2772758902389755018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2772758902389755018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2772758902389755018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-on-hiatus-because-pbls-killing.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4087657312078345191</id><published>2009-10-17T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:51:41.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i got a feeling, that tonight's gonna be a good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;literally mm mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Stmh2nozGsI/AAAAAAAABp8/o5YA_anB_1A/s1600-h/SDC11158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Stmh2nozGsI/AAAAAAAABp8/o5YA_anB_1A/s400/SDC11158.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Stmeod8Uw2I/AAAAAAAABo8/FW1UTs13mRg/s1600-h/SDC11086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Stmeod8Uw2I/AAAAAAAABo8/FW1UTs13mRg/s400/SDC11086.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and my disaster cookies. look! it's dineesha hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the cheeky mentel kentut prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/StmgpH6953I/AAAAAAAABpk/aRusIklZT6o/s400/SDC11136.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Stmdr9em2gI/AAAAAAAABos/2_RfwgUgdkY/s400/SDC11068.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/StmeDG9gaUI/AAAAAAAABo0/JTYRvKuz6Js/s400/SDC11076.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i say 'smile!' and he bats his eye lashes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/StmfB3HrwrI/AAAAAAAABpE/g2hppiuHHio/s400/SDC11092.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i: just now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he: nah nowww, haikal take thingapore flyer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i: with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he: bubu and ayah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i: and?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he: danda![idk who the hell is danda so don't ask]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you wana pinch his chubby cheeks when you've met him seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/StmfVkPxMPI/AAAAAAAABpM/RnxzakU0cNM/s400/SDC11097.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/StmfsrHdwbI/AAAAAAAABpU/ourKz3UnuHY/s1600-h/SDC11098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/StmfsrHdwbI/AAAAAAAABpU/ourKz3UnuHY/s400/SDC11098.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then jauhari is really kaypo hotstuff :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ahh, reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the idea of recalling back the moments that are too superbly good and bad, to remember. it may be the beach, some buildings, a picnic spot, a certain brand of chocolate. well, something &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to bring back good and bad times to us yeah? but let's do it the easy way. forget the old bad ones. just cherish and treasure the old, but good ones instead. i love love love love yesterdays and todayys and i will love tomorrows too. the joy overcomes the pain. the relief burns the feeling of lost. humans. haha we all are. and not forgetting. the priceless, unbuyable moments that makes us smile or cry whenever we remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to the one, or more, who has/have been supporting me from the back. i love love love love you. and please&amp;nbsp;let this second time be a good one. because i am glad it is not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and i hope i get to bake my chocolateyyyyyy butter cake tomorrow for monday! i'll be back pronto after kampung(:&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/24451045-4087657312078345191?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4087657312078345191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4087657312078345191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4087657312078345191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4087657312078345191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-feeling-that-tonights-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Stmh2nozGsI/AAAAAAAABp8/o5YA_anB_1A/s72-c/SDC11158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4122766624554564367</id><published>2009-10-11T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:20:16.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooooo sorry for not updating. supposed swimming session with the girls kinda got screwed on thursday, partly aishah was working and yes, farah had something on. but yeahh dinee and i still met up cause i was getting bored at home._. like really really really really bored until i had the cheek to wake haikal up from his sleep sometime before :P haha, okayy i shan't digress. yeahhh just walked around the tampines shopping malls, cause dinee had to rush. initial plan was to repair my phone and yes somebody was late so she owed me koko crunch mcflurry! kfc-ed, window shopped and yesssssssss! bought a black dress from isetan wooohooooo~ and apparently i forgot to bring the warranty card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, went back to tampines to get the phone serviced, but tsk, the shop wasn't for servicing. and i got my ice-cream hahahahahaha. and it was another failure dayy. haha but min was so near, yet so far. we'll meet up another time okayy(: walked for abit till dinee had to go for tuition and i went back home. awhile, but yes i had an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todayy, was a refreshing one. and i was being kept busy by some stuff haha. went to service my phone due to the automatic off and restart. like finally! and it was really killing me! so irritating, and so urgh! and yeahhh was glad it went for 'rehab'. har har. had lunch at banquet with curry chicken noodle. and guess whom did i see. haha qai. means he's back from cambodia huh and he's wearing green, of all colours, thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;okayy yeah so mom took the train to boon lay, dani and i went back home cause i needed to get ready. for? yes, for shopping hahaha! left the house at like 3.15 and train-ed to kembangan to wait for dear kak yus :D and of course, the whole trip down to orchard we were like talking, about things, kept her updated on what's happening, about some very funny stuff indeed that i couldn't stop smiling now hehe.&lt;br /&gt;4.30 and at ION orchard, bought a pair of black rubi shoes and a pair of sunglasses, while kak yus bought a pair of yellow shoes. so cute! and apparently cause it's like 2 for 25 so yeah. window shopped, diva diva diva! okayy now i really want the purple rings pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. must get them at tampines one! then to watsons, and yes dinee came hahaha! and back to rubi. sorry dinee never wait for you ): but yeahh lahh for you it's more worth it cause i only need a pair in my shoerack hehe! oh and there was this salesMAT at uniqlo folding clothes and he sempat smile at me._.&lt;br /&gt;haha and whoaaaaaaaa so fast it was already 6 ): dinee decided to get home cause she was going to see husband later on and kak yus and i, well we headed to pray and off to more shopping! poor kak yus couldn't find her sister's yoga mat todayy, but on the other hand i was happy(: and at the end of the dayy, i acquired a black dress, chocolates, bubble tea, shoes and sunglasses. and the most ultimatum, MACDONALD'S MCSPICYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. yesssahhhhh abeh.&lt;br /&gt;was already 8.30 when we took the train back home and yeah headed to sister's cause everyone's like there and now i kind of just came back home? so i'm pretty tired but contented(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEXT STOP, the beach(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have much pictures for todayy cause i forgot that i brought the camera. hahahahahaa! hurry hurry hurry hurry must go to the beach before school starts alright! love you love you love you to the maximum petroleum._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4122766624554564367?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4122766624554564367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4122766624554564367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4122766624554564367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4122766624554564367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/10/soooooo-sorry-for-not-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-1092091173957579498</id><published>2009-10-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:42:27.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SssrD6XWC0I/AAAAAAAABok/5ghcNK1MLyM/s1600-h/hotcakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SssrD6XWC0I/AAAAAAAABok/5ghcNK1MLyM/s400/hotcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;nice dayy todayy. sausage mcgriddles with egg and iced milo. hotcakes with coffee. yummayyyy. long time since i had breakfast at macdonald's. with mom and haikal too(: haha bought some baking sheeeeeeet stuff for tomorrow and yessahhhh the dayy was completed with raya-ing at mom's friend's place. came back and i'm tireddddddddd. plus plus plus i want mr teh tarik's teh peng ): will get mom to get it for me on the wayy home yessaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and then tomorrow will be spending the dayy baking home made cookies with strawberry and lemon icing! i'm still wondering if strawberry lemon icing is nice. haha. have requests for a dineesha cookie, a cat cookie and i want a dress cookie! well then i'll try to make a farah and an aishah cookie too alright(: just hopes that it turns out nice that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;people people! let's do some shopping:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-1092091173957579498?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/1092091173957579498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=1092091173957579498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1092091173957579498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1092091173957579498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice-dayy-todayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SssrD6XWC0I/AAAAAAAABok/5ghcNK1MLyM/s72-c/hotcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-7970477862823031163</id><published>2009-10-05T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:33:49.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy the follwing post will be, i don't know. out of control? but i'll calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings' have been missing in life. prolly cause brother #1 went back home on fridayy, and it had been 3 months he was here and us spending alot of time together maybe. and then there's just like an empty space&amp;nbsp;suddenly.&amp;nbsp;brother #2 has gone back to stay at aunt's for the weekdays and we'll see him only on weekends. so it's left with mom dad me and another empty lifeless room. the eerie silence at night, the difference in the household. it always sends thrills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i bet the last 2 weeks of holidays are going to. be. shitty. i can sense that coming. and tell me about it. no choice but to accompany mom and the little one at home while im still out of school yeah. besides that, i'm gonna have to spice up my own days. maconalds, swimming with the girls, to the library i hope, and of course a saturday out with them ones. who are, i suppose i don't know either. haha but must. meet. mardiana. marzuki. soon. soonest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing all about yesterday. argh i'm still bloody upset about it but i'm glad it's over. no not because i wanted yesterday to end sooooo much. but because of the ruined things that might hurt people and relationships and friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom it may concern, and this is sincerely from the bottom of my heart.&amp;nbsp;i hoped, i wished, that nothing would happen. but it just did. i'm sorry that things went the wayy they weren't supposed to go. and i've had enough of the shoutings. the reason that made me blog about it is that i want you, i want us to realise that sometimes things can't go the wayy we want it to. we understand that you're planning a very big thing which has been going on for a few weeks. this is important to you, and that you are anticipating for this day for weeks hoping it wouldn't bail out on you. i swear i wished that i could go, really could go and help you prepare the things and celebrate the occasion together, but it just wasn't the right time for me. i had last minute changes to my dayy that i can't object to, because she's my mother. i swear that the 3 of us want to go, i can swear that upon my life, but it just wasn't the perfect timing, for it was because it was a sunday, the 2nd(well 3rd) week of raya and my parents had a lot of visiting to do, one had a sort-of abrupt open house. on the behalf of the others, i would like to apologize to you, sincerely and we would like to make it up to you once you're already okayy. if you're reading this, and you feel okayy, i'm just a text/call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it's because i'm sorry we had to ruin your dayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the emptiness that fills me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-7970477862823031163?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/7970477862823031163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i need the holidays to end. and fast! two more weeks isn't helping me out alot, what with the nonsense stuffs that's going on here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;swimming swimming swimming swimming please! and popeyes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6734459908441960157?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6734459908441960157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6734459908441960157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6734459908441960157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6734459908441960157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-holidays-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3358165615424415626</id><published>2009-10-02T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:39:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsWOJverDXI/AAAAAAAABoc/b70tdgXwoeo/s1600-h/SDC10399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsWOJverDXI/AAAAAAAABoc/b70tdgXwoeo/s400/SDC10399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;handsome eh hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this very dayy. friday the 2nd of october, will be the dayy that brother's going back home ):&lt;br /&gt;sigh. at 12 midnight. airport. how i hate sending people away. nonetheless, another year up ahead and we'll be glad he's going to come back middle of next year. woooohoooo~&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of another thing. sending abang=airport=t3=departure=_____. yeah go figure. i hope hope hoping the hopest hope hope that i don't bump into anyone thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and yesterday was. very weird. because i can hear you but then we're doing our own things so it doesn't make any difference. but anyways, you'll have to get well soon okayy, although i may never see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;see you at the end of the joy ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3358165615424415626?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3358165615424415626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3358165615424415626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3358165615424415626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3358165615424415626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/10/byebye.html' title='byebye ):'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsWOJverDXI/AAAAAAAABoc/b70tdgXwoeo/s72-c/SDC10399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-5097413626624293759</id><published>2009-10-01T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:43:32.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jalan raya!</title><content type='html'>WOOOHOOOOOO~ finally, everything's done ehhh and and yeahh only God knows how much i want everything to not end yesterday. from the quarrels to the laughing madness to the headaches and of course to the food. thank you to the para ibu-ibu who cooked a meal for us, haha from my&amp;nbsp;mom's mee putih, to firdaus' kuih hehe, to amjad's spaghetti, to syai's curry and chicken, to rahimi's soup and garlic bread, to zul's satay, to fariza's briyani, to aishah's macaroni and of course, farah's black pepper bee hoon. stomach full of food at the end of the dayy. although we ended at almost 1, some of you got scolded(sorry for that), some who slept late and needed to have an early morning todayy. thank you to the drivers fariza and firdaus too! for driving us around getting shouted at hahaha and sending us all home. thank you. not forgetting, thank you to all for attending in your baju kurungs/kebayas/indian shirt haha omg, all of you look pretty charming yesterdayy. and an apology from me as the planning sucked cause most of the houses can be visited at night only, and it was a little squeezy inside the cars. overall,&amp;nbsp;a big THANK YOU. i hope this outing has brought us closer, and gave an insight of our krazy behaviours hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy i shall stop talking and let's view the pictures(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRadjdBp-I/AAAAAAAABoE/JI6UdvJrZgA/s400/SDC10808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRVogFycpI/AAAAAAAABms/e6-Nz_9ic1M/s400/SDC10804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRWKQ0FhKI/AAAAAAAABm0/W1Wo4hnLXo4/s400/SDC10809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRWnq31mTI/AAAAAAAABm8/qvH1Sw88E5g/s400/SDC10820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRXM7UvWqI/AAAAAAAABnE/FHgii20bvnQ/s400/SDC10830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRX1e1St-I/AAAAAAAABnM/Mi9TknHLdWU/s400/SDC10836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRYn8v-rPI/AAAAAAAABnc/NxcFQuDBLaM/s400/SDC10903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRY8OQclpI/AAAAAAAABnk/Ifd0RK5wMsI/s400/SDC10907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRZSvXLVNI/AAAAAAAABns/BxOjuSOqhuk/s400/SDC10922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRZsV9Y0II/AAAAAAAABn0/tqNT9-RC8RM/s400/SDC10952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRbTiJg6uI/AAAAAAAABoU/xgJpP9LbDMg/s400/SDC10885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRaCa1GcbI/AAAAAAAABn8/Ks6eY0rK3Ig/s1600-h/SDC10964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsRaCa1GcbI/AAAAAAAABn8/Ks6eY0rK3Ig/s400/SDC10964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;more pictures are on fb! haha see you people soon okayy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's have some fun this beat is sick, i wana take a ride on&amp;nbsp;your disco stick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;if you happen to be sick, get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;if you happen to be okayy, text me soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;cause i'll wait. even if it takes my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-5097413626624293759?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/5097413626624293759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=5097413626624293759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5097413626624293759'/><link 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i missed them sooooooo much and i'm so sexcited for tomorrow(((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking into your eyes, looking into your eyes~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry lah i know it's like a long time ago, but i'm addicted to this song wooooo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------&lt;/em&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/24451045-7286729538135401782?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/7286729538135401782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=7286729538135401782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7286729538135401782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7286729538135401782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-i-missed-them-sooooooo-much-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-578829606063007963</id><published>2009-09-29T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:16:10.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the loved and the sacred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsGSl8T23WI/AAAAAAAABmc/mmKD8wiPXT4/s1600-h/SDC10696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsGSl8T23WI/AAAAAAAABmc/mmKD8wiPXT4/s400/SDC10696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you would do if you were the one spending the night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There's this not-so-short-versioned fantasy story&amp;nbsp;untold about someone who is supposed to be with&amp;nbsp;a princess&amp;nbsp;forever&amp;nbsp;but then he went away. Disappearing quietly. &lt;em&gt;Thinking of you, thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt; No texts, no calls for more than&amp;nbsp;a month. And it is supposedly to be that&amp;nbsp;she's going to bring him to see her parents. Soon. Finally,&amp;nbsp;her wish could come true and that he's recognized and not be invisible, cause he's agreed to come. But ironically, she didn't really exactly tell him that&amp;nbsp;she liked him, but you could see that it's kind of obvious ain't it. And she meant alottt really alot.&amp;nbsp;Right until the last minute, he disappeared, as mentioned earlier. The princess was reaaaaaaally looking forward to the day she'll bring him to her parents but then he disappointed her. She waited and waited, because why? She knows that he's the one, and she's just waiting for the right time to tell him that she loves him alot, and isn't willing to part from him. She didn't want to confess earlier because she's afraid to be rejected, and it would really take a long time to forget. &lt;em&gt;How could i let myself let you go.&lt;/em&gt; To follow the heart, she'll get hurt. To follow her head, she'll regret it. Kind of. But i don't know how's the ending cause it was left hanging. Now, you decide what should or would be the ending and then you tell me(: Cause i really want to know. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Back to the picture, was taken at cousin's. Looking back at our old times, i kinda miss being a child, still sharing the same room and of course sleeping beside sister. Being the youngest in the family, everyone dotes on me. Haha i'm not spoilt okayy mind you. &lt;em&gt;Comparisons are easily done. &lt;/em&gt;Now everyone's grown up, and yeah i'm no longer the youngest. But i'm thankful for what i have, alhamdulillah, cause nothing could be better than this. And it's true i guess. There's more fish in the water. Haha. I should have some ice-cream now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsGa7u19_aI/AAAAAAAABmk/9dxJnJ7CFrA/s1600-h/SDC10687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsGa7u19_aI/AAAAAAAABmk/9dxJnJ7CFrA/s320/SDC10687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i shall just forget everything that's happening, and concentrate on what i own now. let's do something hehe :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/24451045-578829606063007963?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/578829606063007963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=578829606063007963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/578829606063007963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/578829606063007963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/09/loved-and-sacred.html' title='the loved and the sacred'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsGSl8T23WI/AAAAAAAABmc/mmKD8wiPXT4/s72-c/SDC10696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-818478001193769460</id><published>2009-09-28T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:31:20.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>krazymama</title><content type='html'>a tribute to this little one, cause she blogged about me too. haha. this krazy little girl whom will always listen to me talk nonsense, eventhough it doesnt make sense. haha a person who i should sayy, whom i have a great influence on. people sayy she talks like me and looks like me, but yeah? i don't believe them even if it's my mom or hers haha. well maybe i admit we look abit the same, but nothing about the way we talk eh please. eh birthday coming eh! -winkwink- love you kecilans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsCZmpMp6PI/AAAAAAAABmU/Qodgd5QPnSw/s1600-h/kecilans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsCZmpMp6PI/AAAAAAAABmU/Qodgd5QPnSw/s320/kecilans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and some neighbour is being so irritating. playing the same stupid korean/chinese/cantonese music over and over again. eeeeeeeeeejit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;hmmmm let's see what shall we do tomorrow? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. mee goreng haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/24451045-818478001193769460?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/818478001193769460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=818478001193769460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/818478001193769460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/818478001193769460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/09/krazymama.html' title='krazymama'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsCZmpMp6PI/AAAAAAAABmU/Qodgd5QPnSw/s72-c/kecilans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-2239525727199236553</id><published>2009-09-28T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:39:49.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBOKIBXhAI/AAAAAAAABlc/dBcMjf6LyFs/s1600-h/SDC10736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBOKIBXhAI/AAAAAAAABlc/dBcMjf6LyFs/s320/SDC10736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;haha decided to not go to the beach todayy. so instead on&amp;nbsp;a beautiful monday like this, dinee and i went swimming! haha wooooo, alahhh too bad aishah and farah couldn't make it, cause we had the pool and the playground to ourselves. next time we'll go together okayy girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the frangipani flower has a distinct indian smell to it. HAHA. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBOu0ZF4HI/AAAAAAAABlk/8NZyf6ntnK8/s1600-h/SDC10732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBOu0ZF4HI/AAAAAAAABlk/8NZyf6ntnK8/s320/SDC10732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBPTYHOgUI/AAAAAAAABls/UU1X9Cqj1DA/s1600-h/SDC10746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBPTYHOgUI/AAAAAAAABls/UU1X9Cqj1DA/s320/SDC10746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBP0xudzDI/AAAAAAAABl0/IpfAsy7wRws/s1600-h/SDC10747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBP0xudzDI/AAAAAAAABl0/IpfAsy7wRws/s320/SDC10747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBQbEQ0rrI/AAAAAAAABl8/mNziEnrmpEA/s1600-h/SDC10748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBQbEQ0rrI/AAAAAAAABl8/mNziEnrmpEA/s320/SDC10748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBQ4O6WBlI/AAAAAAAABmE/0OVMr3FFZ8Q/s1600-h/SDC10754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBQ4O6WBlI/AAAAAAAABmE/0OVMr3FFZ8Q/s320/SDC10754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;omg haha i can't see ur eyes dinee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBRUA0l30I/AAAAAAAABmM/x9MjuWj41mw/s1600-h/SDC10757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBRUA0l30I/AAAAAAAABmM/x9MjuWj41mw/s320/SDC10757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and we went a little quiet on the way home. haha too tired to sayy a thing. and i was hungry. so how? had bk for lunch, means obviously there are fries and chicken yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;now i'm really tired. gotta go sleep, wakeup and rot the rest of the night off. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wish it was really true, that i'm not the only one clapping as it takes two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wish it was really true, that you feel the same way too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wish it was really true, that my days aren't always blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wish it was really true, cause why my dear, i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rotrotrot like a rotting logggggggggggg.&lt;/strong&gt; &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/24451045-2239525727199236553?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/2239525727199236553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=2239525727199236553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2239525727199236553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2239525727199236553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/09/morning-sunshine.html' title='morning sunshine.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SsBOKIBXhAI/AAAAAAAABlc/dBcMjf6LyFs/s72-c/SDC10736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8183186611841334606</id><published>2009-09-27T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:54:13.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I NEED SOME AIR. BEACH TOMORROW, GIRLS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8183186611841334606?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8183186611841334606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8183186611841334606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8183186611841334606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8183186611841334606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-some-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-98100078895708968</id><published>2009-09-24T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:36:20.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raya 09!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsOG8rLN3I/AAAAAAAABk8/_GsLZu1PT1M/s1600-h/SDC10417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsOG8rLN3I/AAAAAAAABk8/_GsLZu1PT1M/s320/SDC10417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;okayy fine, so selamat hari raya to all those earthlings out there! wooooooo i know it's late but yeah please do forgive me of all my sins if i have wronged you. after all, this month is a month of forgiveness and gratitude towards the great one for giving us an opportunity to come thus far. from losing weight in the fasting month, now let us gain back those flabby muscles haha and become fat fat fat people! wooooo let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;haha first day of raya was yellow. i mean was supposed to be, but i HATE the colour that the brothers chose. so orbit-ish, therefore the difference of colour hahaha. money money money, food food food, and of course, i was craving for the ketupat that i made. haha didn't had breakfast, so yeah went to aunty's and attacked the food there(: mom says i was pretty HAHAHAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;no, cause i asked her if i was pretty. HAHA. okayy lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsMf2xQFWI/AAAAAAAABkU/qbPHAwA09o0/s1600-h/SDC10374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsMf2xQFWI/AAAAAAAABkU/qbPHAwA09o0/s200/SDC10374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsMFO-BNmI/AAAAAAAABkM/ZRnZBhq2r68/s1600-h/SDC10369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsMFO-BNmI/AAAAAAAABkM/ZRnZBhq2r68/s200/SDC10369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsM4bm22AI/AAAAAAAABkc/ccro2H7UBhc/s1600-h/SDC10400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsPiVo1WYI/AAAAAAAABlU/p4B6qyr6Nu4/s1600-h/SDC10428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsPiVo1WYI/AAAAAAAABlU/p4B6qyr6Nu4/s200/SDC10428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsNwLbDZdI/AAAAAAAABk0/AFj67d_BtnQ/s1600-h/SDC10418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsNwLbDZdI/AAAAAAAABk0/AFj67d_BtnQ/s200/SDC10418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsPIN3vnjI/AAAAAAAABlM/xIqzfctUHmU/s1600-h/SDC10514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsPIN3vnjI/AAAAAAAABlM/xIqzfctUHmU/s200/SDC10514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ooohh this was yesterday, baby hadi came to our house at 11pm, yes he was asleep apparently but he had to wake up cause he made his own kuih. haha and therefore the oooo-really-i-wana-pinch-his-cheeks-kinda big big eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and the friday before raya, started work at 12noon. haha had fun, of course, cause it's like let's not do work and have some fun while stocks last. haha but yeahh with no one supervising, it's a damn lame shit job i should sayy. friends of cgh, let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsLQ_QDG1I/AAAAAAAABj8/-HVZoRMWS3A/s1600-h/SDC10356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsLQ_QDG1I/AAAAAAAABj8/-HVZoRMWS3A/s200/SDC10356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsLwjCX5QI/AAAAAAAABkE/yyPbyzPLYk4/s1600-h/SDC10355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsLwjCX5QI/AAAAAAAABkE/yyPbyzPLYk4/s200/SDC10355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy enough enough enough. let's wait until there actually is something to blog about. like next wednesday(: wait up for me people! and in the meantime, let's eat some more kuih. and please please i hope nothing had happened to big B, cause i, siti aminah, of course misses him so much hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i too hope that brother's friends are coming on thursday, not that wednesday! please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. brother asked me to be his best friend. what's up with him? krazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-98100078895708968?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/98100078895708968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=98100078895708968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/98100078895708968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/98100078895708968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-09.html' title='hari raya 09!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrsOG8rLN3I/AAAAAAAABk8/_GsLZu1PT1M/s72-c/SDC10417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-7341964310351408583</id><published>2009-09-16T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:53:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;hellowello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;am glad everything is back to normal again wooohoooo. haha here are, again, some overdued pictures from the 8th of september, down to mom's birthday and of course swensen's with dinee on sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCGVRHxXPI/AAAAAAAABh0/k5lUkkRMBNM/s1600-h/SDC10068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCGVRHxXPI/AAAAAAAABh0/k5lUkkRMBNM/s320/SDC10068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;arab st with atikah, with the successful search of my shawl woo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCG3ZiktOI/AAAAAAAABh8/cBweshn_SkE/s1600-h/SDC10110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCG3ZiktOI/AAAAAAAABh8/cBweshn_SkE/s320/SDC10110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;amirahhhh while waiting to start dancing bebeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCHOXCnsvI/AAAAAAAABiE/tGKn7r-0Qj4/s1600-h/SDC10123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCHOXCnsvI/AAAAAAAABiE/tGKn7r-0Qj4/s320/SDC10123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ina, haha the dayy we got our results and the dayy we had&amp;nbsp; to go to school for some drp shits. oh yeahhhhh met dinee and the main comm gang. hahaha krazy must talk to some i-know-its-bad-but-yeah-they-could-do-up-for-some-maniacs for their 2-minute video and a picture of a person in red. which is by the way, ME ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCHoQv-koI/AAAAAAAABiM/g4bDSSZu74U/s1600-h/SDC10132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCHoQv-koI/AAAAAAAABiM/g4bDSSZu74U/s320/SDC10132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;talk all you want session!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;yessahhhhhh and then was the 11th of september, a happy dayy for SYEEMAAAAA haha my dear dear cousin who turned 19 that dayy(: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and of course the next dayy too, a nice one there. mom's 52nd birthday! woooooo brother number 1 did a slideshow of us all throughout the 28 years since kakak was born yeah. and wooohooooo speech speech speech speech! proceeded to JEEWA, somewhere over the rainbow in bedok north for iftar. the buffet was good cause there was ice cream and cheesecake! haha a special cheesecake for mom too. I LOVE YOU MAMA wooooooooooooooooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCIZqiNASI/AAAAAAAABic/x300E1epC9U/s1600-h/SDC10204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCIZqiNASI/AAAAAAAABic/x300E1epC9U/s320/SDC10204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my beautiful mom of course, and haikal. hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCI2tURiKI/AAAAAAAABik/87bjYfRC2P0/s1600-h/SDC10205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCI2tURiKI/AAAAAAAABik/87bjYfRC2P0/s320/SDC10205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the great oreo cheesecake which is not so great. mine's better. but dinee's is the best wooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;don't blush kayy woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCH_jqTevI/AAAAAAAABiU/gEkiNlUjdSo/s1600-h/SDC10172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCH_jqTevI/AAAAAAAABiU/gEkiNlUjdSo/s320/SDC10172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and cousin. lots of fun eveytime she's around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCJKS3rd6I/AAAAAAAABis/jG-O_Jq08n0/s1600-h/SDC10168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCJKS3rd6I/AAAAAAAABis/jG-O_Jq08n0/s320/SDC10168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha he posed for this one. cheeky boyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCJgjmMacI/AAAAAAAABi0/7jgX2Lckpz4/s1600-h/SDC10193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCJgjmMacI/AAAAAAAABi0/7jgX2Lckpz4/s320/SDC10193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the another not-so-great cheesecake, with spongecake for a base. how wweeird eh. but the muffins were awesome~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCJ6ij-64I/AAAAAAAABi8/k9WhCz8Oa84/s1600-h/SDC10212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCJ6ij-64I/AAAAAAAABi8/k9WhCz8Oa84/s320/SDC10212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the fateful ice-cream that wasn't able to get out of this teeny weeny grip. in the end,&amp;nbsp;the ice-cream peacefully laid on the plate after being persuaded to take yet another cone, this time emtpy. rest in peace, cone. we will always remember you as the unfortunate&amp;nbsp;coneeeee bebeh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCKcNuP9aI/AAAAAAAABjE/XabyZkDFurA/s1600-h/SDC10213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCKcNuP9aI/AAAAAAAABjE/XabyZkDFurA/s320/SDC10213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ahhhhhhh, the peaceful serenity of the night. occasionally disrupted by the sound of vehicle engines. sucha beautiful dayy with the moon shining its brightest. haha okayy whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and then sunday, 13th september. this krazy aunty. i dont know what just got into her. haha i know she misses me so much haha! kidding only ah dineeeeeee. haha but it was fun. we were a romantic lebian couple by the evening at swensen's. mac and cheese, clam chowder, fries and of course my sweet sweet cookie monsterrrrrr yeahhhh. heaven, on earth that is. alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCKworkdnI/AAAAAAAABjM/hb2Uany5zX8/s1600-h/SDC10254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCKworkdnI/AAAAAAAABjM/hb2Uany5zX8/s320/SDC10254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it's a pity if you can't read or understand the words in white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCLKQBIudI/AAAAAAAABjU/PGb3Q6tyAnI/s1600-h/SDC10250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCLKQBIudI/AAAAAAAABjU/PGb3Q6tyAnI/s320/SDC10250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha i wonder why we were friends in the first place. maybe because of the same retarded faces we make aye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCLx-ESe2I/AAAAAAAABjk/rQrb6mUKLLg/s1600-h/SDC10259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCLx-ESe2I/AAAAAAAABjk/rQrb6mUKLLg/s320/SDC10259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and again. 'let's sue the chef!' the outcome of waiting for food when we breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCMcMab1bI/AAAAAAAABjs/6wADhKh-ErI/s1600-h/SDC10263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCMcMab1bI/AAAAAAAABjs/6wADhKh-ErI/s320/SDC10263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haha happy and contented of course! fatty fatty kids. muahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCNPDEcE_I/AAAAAAAABj0/3fu8Ny_yETM/s1600-h/SDC10266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCNPDEcE_I/AAAAAAAABj0/3fu8Ny_yETM/s320/SDC10266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the ghost of dinee. will always be on mind. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and on monday, dinee and i, yes it's us again. haha we went to the gym. apparently i slacked after i ran/jog/briskwalk/whatever-you-want-to-call-it. ahhhh the glory of losing the babats! wooooohoooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and todayy is abang hairul's birthday. so a great big HAPPY 28th MAN! happiness plates are always the joy haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;a straight week, well almost, of going out and a month full of events. i am glad raya is coming soon. ohhhhhhhh the glory bebeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;okayy my hands are tired. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'oohhh the endless talks.'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;mmhmm and i love you. NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-7341964310351408583?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/7341964310351408583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=7341964310351408583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7341964310351408583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7341964310351408583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-normal.html' title='back to normal'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SrCGVRHxXPI/AAAAAAAABh0/k5lUkkRMBNM/s72-c/SDC10068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4624149802936000613</id><published>2009-09-10T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:24:39.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish upon a star.</title><content type='html'>trip to school just wasted my bloody time aye. haha nonetheless i get to see the people! yay! frantic fingers handling the mobile phones. it was as if the phone could drop any second from.... now. eh no i mean just now.&amp;nbsp;ooooooooo but it never did. shouts could be heard from the concourse level. okayy bedek.&amp;nbsp;everyone anticipating for their turn. even those who didn't or in my case, forgot to sign up for it. must action action and like kaypo aunties abit lahhhhh. and so, the dayy continued on as per normal. school people had their sub comm camp and blabla, the drp people doing drp of course and blabla i was going home hooray. and so they lived on happily ever after. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate tp like seriously. even the web isn't working on result's dayy like this. pfft. but anyways i digress. haha a very short but not so sweet compo up there. yes the events that were happening with a little bit, okayy maybe ALOT of exaggerating eh please. haha. but whatever there's still like tomorrow and tomorrow and the next dayy and the dayy after and of course forever. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zakat tomorrow and a lil bit of shopping with mom. haha don't ask me why but i fancy calling mom 'ibu' rather than the usual 'ma' or of course 'mama'. sounds a little more sophisticated. isit? or not. haha. i want black black black heels pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase. nyehahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they always sayy, 'it doesn't matter if it's one dayy or one month or one year. it's what's inside that counts. no use of continuing if there's no progress or even worst,&amp;nbsp;losing the battle.&amp;nbsp;but of course, second chances should be given.' well sometimes i refuse to accept the hard fact. i'm sure at a point all of us do. it's just a matter of maturity and of course well, learning from it the hard wayy. well sometimes people do wish for the unrealistic things. cause it makes the person forget&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;the pain&amp;nbsp;and just indulge oneself into bliss. i don't care who you are. i don't care where you came from. i just get it. that maybe promises are really meant to be broken. a wish upon a star, if only i could get one. that is for time to rewind back where there were 3. but maybe that wish may not come true after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4624149802936000613?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4624149802936000613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4624149802936000613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4624149802936000613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4624149802936000613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-school-just-wasted-my-bloody.html' title='wish upon a star.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-247832212824861987</id><published>2009-09-09T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:43:08.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;haha hello people. and finally, pictures can be uploaded. screw blogger. anyways. haha remember that i said i'll come back with a bang? yeah well it's still in the process. but whatever. alot happened during the past one week or so, which reminds me. hari raya is around the corner, less than 2 weeks i should sayy. and well everyone's been busy, i've got myself the chance to slack at home and be a pig. HAHA. nonetheless, recent trips to arab street is nice for a change. 2d buildings are just awesome! haha. BEWARE: this is gonna be a ng post thankyouverymuch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;okayy proper update. starting with past past past pictured from post exam period at aishah's, this is what we do during our free time(: making videos of us dancing and singing, it was awesome! although some couldn't attend the session. ohwell, we still had fun yeah girls(: oh and big brother went back home to london the dayy before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdWcpIpg3I/AAAAAAAABgU/uY8Pmh4AVkI/s1600-h/5651_137230299312_534609312_2157525_5721217_n.jpg" 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imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdWoXUErRI/AAAAAAAABg8/LHYsb3yKRTs/s320/5651_137230364312_534609312_2157533_2959114_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdWll7EOZI/AAAAAAAABg0/lALwMZds1Ck/s1600-h/5651_137230324312_534609312_2157528_2284065_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdWll7EOZI/AAAAAAAABg0/lALwMZds1Ck/s320/5651_137230324312_534609312_2157528_2284065_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdWjfTHrkI/AAAAAAAABgs/CSAoSAYBrJ4/s1600-h/5651_137230294312_534609312_2157524_1251521_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdWjfTHrkI/AAAAAAAABgs/CSAoSAYBrJ4/s320/5651_137230294312_534609312_2157524_1251521_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdWeWVWq1I/AAAAAAAABgc/P8QoJjtth84/s1600-h/5651_137230274312_534609312_2157521_7966073_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdWeWVWq1I/AAAAAAAABgc/P8QoJjtth84/s320/5651_137230274312_534609312_2157521_7966073_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;okayy holidays got started right after that. duhh. like i've said, slacked and woke up late each dayy. haha yeah and that's what we do. well on monday, met up with dinee for arab street. had a fair share of fun. haha cause i got my decoratives and she got her cloths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and so the next meetup was the next dayy, for UP your (ass, oh no eh) service workshop. from 9 till 6, well 5 actually, i swear we could've just gone dead sitting there and watching ron kaufman. haha cause it's all about service, service and of course, service. thereafter it ended, waited for the 'twins' and headed to the airport to wait for aishah. iftar-ed at popeyes, t1, much to qai's pursuit to win eh. tsk! anyway yah, had ice-cream after that and headed home. pictures are still with dinee and aishah though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the next few days are spent at home and continue to slack. on friday night, was down at geylang. no nahh uhh not a nice situation to be in. not a great raya atmosphere too. yeah whatever. and brother came back on saturday! yippee yaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and i am sure some of you still remember my wish to have a dslr? haha dad finally bought me one. no not a dslr but a samsung st50. still as good as a dslr aye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdbcTjQjEI/AAAAAAAABhk/U-UV-Y3BhcQ/s1600-h/st50_b_fs_en.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdbcTjQjEI/AAAAAAAABhk/U-UV-Y3BhcQ/s320/st50_b_fs_en.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sqdbe9fnR9I/AAAAAAAABhs/5O7LReYDPlU/s1600-h/st50_b_bs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sqdbe9fnR9I/AAAAAAAABhs/5O7LReYDPlU/s320/st50_b_bs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and then, on sunday, 4 cars. yeap four i tell you. we went johor to buy kuih. eh not my wish! it's mom's and the rest of the aunts lah. haha and yeahh well what to do, had to follow suit lah. and yeahh had nice food for buka that evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;AND NOW IM BORED. idiot. need to go to school again tomorrow, to see the secondary school kids._. demi kawan ah babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and you know how much i'd miss you but then it wouldn't matter cause you don't. at any rate, there's no chance. not at all and well yeahh i can't do anything to change that of course. but we'll meetup again yeah after raya cause i really wana see you. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-247832212824861987?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/247832212824861987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=247832212824861987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/247832212824861987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/247832212824861987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha-hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SqdWcpIpg3I/AAAAAAAABgU/uY8Pmh4AVkI/s72-c/5651_137230299312_534609312_2157525_5721217_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8317367825669442800</id><published>2009-09-09T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:08:13.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sparta!</title><content type='html'>SUMPAH AKU BINGIT DENGAN BLOGGER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8317367825669442800?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8317367825669442800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>exams over.</title><content type='html'>YEAHHHHHH! cause i'm backkkkkkkkk, back for life. so better watch out(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyways, blogger sucks, cause i can't post pictures. i have a lot to tell. from pre-exam studying, to the exam period and of course now, the post-exams. can't think and wait to decide what to do during these 6 weeks, cause it's gonna change. and i better get shopping for shoes soon too. &lt;br /&gt;workshop, volunteering i hope, kuihkuihkuihkuihkuih, haikallllll of course, iftar-ing, niraaaaa!, and as such.&lt;br /&gt;i won't let myself be bothered with the useless and ignorant. cause one dayy, they'll know. but please i have one goal in mind. to work hard to forget the pain. i mean not literally, but yeahh eventhough it's not thaaaaat invisible, i appreciate it alot(: thank you very much for the attention, but i'll come back with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update proper when this thing is able to post pictures yeah. meanwhile, i'll get going! haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i won't forget what was done, but don't be afraid. i'm not going to eat you up(:'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4012953407638722161?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4012953407638722161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4012953407638722161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4012953407638722161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4012953407638722161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/08/exams-over.html' title='exams over.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3172621044306090121</id><published>2009-08-16T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:33:08.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing.</title><content type='html'>earn back the RESPECT and TRUST. oh god help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3172621044306090121?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3172621044306090121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>hiatus please</title><content type='html'>chocolate butter cake is delicious. don't go around not realising your pants are not zipped, don't go around rolling on the floor like you're a commando, get your socks real high up cause exams are coming soon and enjoy the holidays thereafter. happy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLM's presentation sucked, too many comments being made, too many questions being asked. i know that you know that i know. and haha it is the fact that it is not a secret anymore bebeh. clothes washing and black tudung. makcik keropok thinks she's soooooooo cool wearing black, and having corn sticks inside her back in the library. till the end of time, i'll always remember you. and i'm always behind you when you turn around. however, ill be invisible till you tilt your head a little bit downwards :D sharing jokes and how the day went. from the calls to the infamous texts, haha i couldn't differentiate one from the other. until.. 'maoooooooooooo' then i'll know it's a definite answer. the poking of bellies. irritant ass that is. and dangdut songs are playing on teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okayy fine proper english then. &lt;br /&gt;i'll be away, on hiatus till after the exams. well, that is if i have the urge of the heart to do so. i guess the blog's gotta get a shut down lah. so irritating, and too much hassle. blogger sucks cause it's taking the crap out of me! argh nonsense nonsense. oc2's halfway done, puo too. plm can screw some ass. fpath, don't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss miss miss miss miss miss the crazy double Bs. and sunday will be with them hahaha i love the double Bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy kayy. yesterday had white chocolate dream shared with dinee, double chocolate chip muffin, dinee's soursop ice blended what shit and my southern berries tea. oooolala. acting like a rich kid, it aint good aye. i need some monayyyeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8017487061578715365?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8017487061578715365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8017487061578715365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8017487061578715365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8017487061578715365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiatus-please.html' title='hiatus please'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-7038893861781645492</id><published>2009-08-05T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:44:06.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy idiots._.</title><content type='html'>apologies, apologies, apologies, for not updating. i don't find any use is surfing the net for leisure anymore. irony, yes. alot has been happening and no, im not gonna sayy out everything, just the essentials will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha. i see babi, i see people taking pictures with their laptops, i see crazy idiots, i see dineesha mahtani sitting beside me eating duo chocolate choki choki. crazy see she won't admit that she's she. and she can't see herself. ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSAS is almost done, the teacher is screwed cause she seems to be smiling to herself since 9am in the morning? crazy like dinee. haha KFC-ed, and attended muttons to midnight's talk. dreaaaaaad PUO's lab later cause it's like raining and the weather is so nice :D for me to go to bed with my 2 big big big pillows. aaaaahhh the luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, no school tomorrow, but will go see boncet. he's knee is like screwed, he can't walk and run, like monkey, like me. haha but of course his crappoop nonsense, i miss. HAHA IMMM BAAAAAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. im gonna love and hate the weekends, eventhough it's a long one, cause boncet's gonna go for some time, PLM's presentation is next friday, but on a lighter note, a show on tomorrow's tomorrow. friday lerr._. i wish wish wish wish the outfit is red. haha semangat national dayy pe aku. on the other hand everywhere willl be crowded with crazy kiasu people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress though, and i hope it doesn't rain so i can go pasir ris and take a bloody damn walk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye! catch me in a few days/weeks time (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-7038893861781645492?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/7038893861781645492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=7038893861781645492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7038893861781645492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7038893861781645492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-idiots.html' title='crazy idiots._.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3035426798480227990</id><published>2009-07-16T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:44:12.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADUHAI NI MAKCIK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;PICTURE OF THE WEEK. no my eyes aren't sick, it was meant to be that way eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075447510418434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9CudVgRAI/AAAAAAAABek/xcvF-RY65Ls/s320/DSC00131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATTENTION: SUNDAY'S OVERDUED PICTURES AND ALL. image heavy._.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359072922591119346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9AbfR1R_I/AAAAAAAABdk/aDkN1kttIAA/s320/DSC00556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9DJ-KSWUI/AAAAAAAABe8/-P7q8VPnQAc/s1600-h/DSC07318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075920178207042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9DJ-KSWUI/AAAAAAAABe8/-P7q8VPnQAc/s320/DSC07318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the maknenek. eh aku pun maknenek jugak eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075910593303762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9DJadEVNI/AAAAAAAABe0/StI6K_DluUI/s320/DSC07316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kecik-kecik da pandai posing, pegang camera._.[small-small knows how to pose and hold the camera]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359072927708654034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9AbyV8qdI/AAAAAAAABd0/JxvkyJmTI1M/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and like i've said, haiya things aren't as good as it is. but well yeahh just make do with whatever we have now and appreciate. i repeat. APPRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEECIATTEEEEEEE. do you understand me? hahaha. okayy whatev. was tired and had a headache. bayar balik puase punye pasal._. anddddddddddd sorry dineessssssa mahtani, was supposed to go for the DRP launch but i had to go home and sleep. hehe. yeah and anyway after that got home, bullied haikal as always[ohh that makcik boyy] and made him cry. of course, this is a must for everyday. ahh yes, the purpose of life:D ahh geramnye, every time i see this little boyy running around or staring at me while i am asleep, i'd pinch or bite his cheeks. yessahhhhhh!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359072943280996034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9AcsWrvsI/AAAAAAAABeE/zP9XTfPCI-w/s320/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this apek here. haha tsk, still can make that face when syai was taking the picture._. and while waiting for _________ to get that butt up there.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359072935570401058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9AcPoVZyI/AAAAAAAABd8/_2lvl0I7jTc/s320/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then last week, i was preparing for school, with my bag like the below, some beetle flew onto my thigh and i flicked it. and brother 1 didn't wana help me. he still could laugh at me. ass. made a face and anyhow clicked the button, the reason for the glamourous pitcha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359072923220794738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9Abhn9XXI/AAAAAAAABds/e3cBDK1oAIs/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woooooooooooooooooo! wednesday's PUO lab was merepek. because i was jumping and making alot of noises in the lab. i mean, i always do. haha because i am.. okayy wait, you know who i am._. and yeahh it's not me if i don't make a lot of fuss in class hee:D so yes, we came early, for the first time before everyone and there was nothing to do, we were sleeping halfway through FPath before that, and we needed some ENERGY bebeh! thus, the stupid pictures of me, yes me cause i was the one who wanted to take alot of pictures. haiya!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075451494930770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9CusLfGVI/AAAAAAAABes/nIYyBFci6sg/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aishah's sleepy face.________. ahaha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075439301863634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9Ct-wbqNI/AAAAAAAABec/T06zzFJYCYk/s320/DSC00129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see lah now i look like nenek.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075431248511842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9CtgwXQ2I/AAAAAAAABeU/bTOovcQFsu8/s320/DSC00128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hahahahaha. omg i just love dinee's face in this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075422825012146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9CtBYC27I/AAAAAAAABeM/0UjNMYwWjrU/s320/DSC00123+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha and at the end of the dayy, again, i'm sleepy and my eyes are half-closed. eh no that's not the point here. at the end of the dayy, it's these kinda moments you might want to keep and treasure. cause these kind of things comes once in a life time, and they really do. the next moment, we'll be like 'eh since when sia we have our own children and get married?' you know, that kind of thing. and i should sayy, i wouldn't want to trade this life with anything else, even if i have 10 lives. haha okayy serious, im sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so daaaaa! and i miss BOTAK J. and I of course(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3035426798480227990?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3035426798480227990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3035426798480227990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3035426798480227990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3035426798480227990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/07/aduhai-ni-makcik.html' title='ADUHAI NI MAKCIK!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sl9CudVgRAI/AAAAAAAABek/xcvF-RY65Ls/s72-c/DSC00131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4229845142812958077</id><published>2009-07-14T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:54:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and yes.</title><content type='html'>sorry for not updating ehhhhhhhhh doods and boobs. hah._.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh quite alot has been happening lately, what with school, friends, crushes and family all together. tiring, i should say, cause it's like sucking all the energy out of you. on weekdays, school. weekends, people and people and family. so yeahh it would be greaaaaaaaaaaaatttt if there's like 4-day week eh:DD&lt;br /&gt;haha yes and anyway, last weekends were spent sleeping like a pig and yes i am tired, as a matter of fact, im always tired on weekdays. HAIYA. the night before school, had some sort of a 'mass dinner' and doodled with macro mode. as always. actually i can't remember what happened the week before. hee STM lorr gitu kann. make do with it lahhhh abehhhh doink.&lt;br /&gt;'i' asked me out yesterday night wooooooo and met him up today. happy banget sih, i couldn't sleep yesterday and can wake up late somemore till i missed today's OC2's pop quiz. and ms han just had to call me for that. ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lorr dinee, cause the what shit blabla just now and blabla and blaaaaaaaah. hehe. promise ill go next week((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday's pictures all of you can wait lah ehh. too lazy of a pig, oink oink._______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes anywayyyyy i'm happy and i have nothing else to say today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4229845142812958077?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4229845142812958077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4229845142812958077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4229845142812958077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4229845142812958077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-yes.html' title='and yes.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3733901582380569125</id><published>2009-07-09T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:22:30.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCKER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SlX7wKXAG4I/AAAAAAAABdU/BB0mupDNWC8/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356464136660196226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SlX7wKXAG4I/AAAAAAAABdU/BB0mupDNWC8/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha haikal broke the coffee table's glass. all gone. and mom's real mad at him till he was scared to talk to her. HAHA. it was smashin' man! in a million pieces probably. well yeah that's what you get when you have a really naughty boyy in the house. tsk. enough said, haikal sure hadn't learnt his lessons yet, cause he kicked me repeatedly and he stepped on his laptop, causing him to fall and cry. tskkkkkkkk so naughty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, it's not what has been done, it's what has to be done. whatever it is, you still have like the rest of your life, okayy well not the reeeeeeeeeesttt of your life but you'll get what i mean. haha. and why? cause he's just a human. like all of us. nonetheless, we make mistakes. of course when we do we don't realise it until someone tells us then it'll be too late? but yeah whatever cause he depends on you so much, that even the slightest change could set him on fire. trust me, it isn't the best way to run, but to walk[HAHA okayy kidding]. i mean it's the best way to stay and to resolve it. talk it out, get things settled. don't face each dayy without something unresolved. never. and you always know i'm there. it's a matter of time, or place, or the conditions. remember that, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a lighter note, haha here's the overdueeeeeeeeeeeddddd pictures. of syaza superkiddo and moi. HAHAHAH. i want to go for karaoke again can horr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356464128703313986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SlX7vst7uEI/AAAAAAAABdM/FkFQNPs-XCg/s320/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's nearing the weekends. dad promised to bring us out tomorrow night, saturday's cousin's engagement. sunday will be time alone with abang dani and kakak+family. YESSAH. best or what.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356464140627728738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SlX7wZI72WI/AAAAAAAABdc/6nTytaqDn10/s320/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the wasn't-supposed-to-be-african-american. HAHA. freehand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3733901582380569125?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3733901582380569125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3733901582380569125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3733901582380569125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3733901582380569125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/07/sucker.html' title='SUCKER!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SlX7wKXAG4I/AAAAAAAABdU/BB0mupDNWC8/s72-c/DSC00495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3205065332269117784</id><published>2009-07-04T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:15:08.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>._____.</title><content type='html'>STUPID BLOGGER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3205065332269117784?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3205065332269117784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3205065332269117784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3205065332269117784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3205065332269117784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='._____.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8618024729232981904</id><published>2009-07-02T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:01:13.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSIGNMENTS.</title><content type='html'>ASS lahhhhhhhh. assignments are getting in the waaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy. argh. this sucks. thank goodness fpath, plm and puo's lab report are due tomorrow, and now it's left with stupid oc2. tomorrow's a short short short dayy, to hand in the assignments and attend plm's one hour lecture. HAHA. so yessahhh can save my money and buy macdonalds at night :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lip is bruised._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8618024729232981904?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8618024729232981904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8618024729232981904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8618024729232981904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8618024729232981904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/07/assignments.html' title='ASSIGNMENTS.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4670574151861323774</id><published>2009-06-30T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:29:11.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relax, chill, breathe in, breathe out.</title><content type='html'>will be on HIATUS for the time being, due to some stupid unforseen circumstances of having too much assignments to handle. toooooot ah. but anyway yes, daily thoughts and happenings will be written down in diary and of course, those -must-cannot-miss entries will be up haha soonest yeahh. will be coming back after assignments are done, insyallah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the record, i miss you alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4670574151861323774?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4670574151861323774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4670574151861323774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4670574151861323774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4670574151861323774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/06/relax-chill-breathe-in-breathe-out.html' title='relax, chill, breathe in, breathe out.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-5532688519848696619</id><published>2009-06-26T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:53:26.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKENDS AH BABE.</title><content type='html'>yessahhhh was waiting for the weekends and going mad in school(: haha emotions that i don't really understand. cause one moment you are there but nobody notices, i mean only i do. cause you're so secretive about being there._. and then when everyone really sees you it's like ehhhhhh since when did you appear from nowhere siaaaaa. yes and that's the thing. unreasonable reasons. totally. i mean all of us have our own personal thing going on here and there but not to the extent of going a tad too far? yes, no? but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;somebody's like making me look as if im talking to the wall, or the cupboard. and whatever. TOMORROW WILL BE KARAOKE WITH UNCLEE AND FAMILY! yessahhhhhhhh means kiddo again and simpang XD haha and then comes SUNDAY, 6PM. yessahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i love love love this weekend. forever and ever. haha. i want coffeebean on monday pleaaaaaase brothers. i need a journal. seriously. urban writes, wait for me eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i've been looking for you, waiting. but i end up being the one at loss. why eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-5532688519848696619?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/5532688519848696619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=5532688519848696619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5532688519848696619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5532688519848696619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekends-ah-babe.html' title='WEEKENDS AH BABE.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4798389077146330775</id><published>2009-06-20T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:16:57.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHER'S DAYY, no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayy faine maybe i lied a lil about not updating for the rest of this week. i mean how not to? haha hari ni aku happy lah siol. but first, about fridayy. got my butt to school at 11.30 to have PLM and OC2 meetings. hahaha meeting my ass. well okayy PLM's FILA chart was done, no doubt. but OC2, hahahahaha. screw it my ass. and i had to see syai's face the whole dayy._. which is like more than i need to. HAHA just kidding syaiii! and yeah at any rate, i think the AS board is damn cool with the shinanto, or isit? motive in green eh! haha cool-io stuff. and yeahh basically i spent my whole afternoon in school and when i got back i felt so sleepy to even on the laptop that i slept on it for half an hour at a point of time. haha! ni case tak buat pape nye kat rumah haha. metup with neighbour too at night:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and todayy. todayy? todayy? todayy? todayy? well yes todayy went out with abg dani alone haha! pergi brother-sisterly love dating HAHA. as if. but yeahhh thanks for blanja-ing me, as always, your little sister here is short of money. haha. had lunch at pastamania, with the chicken ham and mushroom medium pizza and creamy mushroom pasta. sedap(((: and it filled my tummy the whole afternoon. hahahahahahahahaha. bought mom's things, dad's and abg hairul's gifts. and i bought a dress! and stupid freaky people stared at me as if abg dani was my bf and i gave the 'what? jealous isit?' face. haha biasa jugak aku, and had a haircut at the neighbourhood hairdresser. haha yessah my head's lighter and neater. so hopefully my hair stops dropping excessively hah. but i still miss my old hair ): had family dinner in front of the stupid telly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0Jzry86nI/AAAAAAAABb0/qf7pbi-BewU/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349442715920427634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0Jzry86nI/AAAAAAAABb0/qf7pbi-BewU/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0JzIC6T2I/AAAAAAAABbk/jAR_M4blYJY/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349442706323689314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0JzIC6T2I/AAAAAAAABbk/jAR_M4blYJY/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349442710190748258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0JzWc48mI/AAAAAAAABbs/tyMyQ1BWoNY/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yessaaahhhhh, my heart was damn relieved when i told both brothers about _____. and yeahhh it really woke me up ahhh cause all along, my perfect boyfriend is always up there, *points upwards* waiting for me, always. and yeahhh haha i don't know if the first advice big brother told me was true but yeahh haha i'll b elieve him lorrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0J0KgfCnI/AAAAAAAABcE/uWsuWu0rckQ/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349442724164471410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0J0KgfCnI/AAAAAAAABcE/uWsuWu0rckQ/s320/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0Jz4KNvYI/AAAAAAAABb8/v-1Id3ZEbNM/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349442719239224706" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0Jz4KNvYI/AAAAAAAABb8/v-1Id3ZEbNM/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4798389077146330775?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4798389077146330775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4798389077146330775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4798389077146330775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4798389077146330775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-dayy-no.html' title='FATHER&apos;S DAYY, no?'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sj0Jzry86nI/AAAAAAAABb0/qf7pbi-BewU/s72-c/DSC00422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6499516757078701022</id><published>2009-06-17T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:45:53.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffeebean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkKIrcGQ-I/AAAAAAAABbc/FWI4YEHT_Hw/s1600-h/P1060727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317176694981602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkKIrcGQ-I/AAAAAAAABbc/FWI4YEHT_Hw/s320/P1060727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ICED TROPICAL PASSION suck. mcm DSLR siol bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkKIbR1FUI/AAAAAAAABbU/gXU4aB2EH3o/s1600-h/P1060737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317172356945218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkKIbR1FUI/AAAAAAAABbU/gXU4aB2EH3o/s320/P1060737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; drink and laptop and 17 again and freehand and music(:&lt;br /&gt;ignore the plaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkKIAJ24lI/AAAAAAAABbM/5c_8RCA7OuQ/s1600-h/P1060729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317165075751506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkKIAJ24lI/AAAAAAAABbM/5c_8RCA7OuQ/s320/P1060729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you know who is this. haaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317161913834450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkKH0X_29I/AAAAAAAABbE/dcV_8t0zyP4/s320/P1060731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317158662393058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkKHoQyzOI/AAAAAAAABa8/XSzAzBsz0sE/s320/P1060744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348315715073079106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkIzmeR90I/AAAAAAAABak/6lbxcDRQd-E/s320/P1060719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348315720292561730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkIz56s80I/AAAAAAAABas/Snq_ANi8_7o/s320/P1060723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348315713016507826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkIzez9LbI/AAAAAAAABac/hp1cD5m0D60/s320/P1060716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha watched 17 again, okayy aku terpikat with zac efron for awhile. his eyes are so damn pretty! haha had my white chocolate dream. yessaahh oh and tropical passion. well basically it sucks(: haha i still love my white chocolate dream. can't wait for school to reopen cause i miss them friends. can't wait for next sunday cause big brother's coming back. YES I KNOW THE IRONY OF IT. shuddup you. can't wait for hari raya[wth-.-]. can't wait for london's winter! i want home made chocolate chip cookies. i want mcspicy. i want to go for karaoke. i want my slippers back. i want putera to come back. i want i want i want. i don't care. and i want my cookies and cream ice cream X( me want BOB toooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know i know, im such an ass. but yeahhh whatever. but i still can't wait for big brother to come home. let's have a proper midnight movie marathon some dayy. haha MP. when? don't ask me, but definitely not the holidays cause i know it won't happen. having late night on the laptop. waking up around noon like a pig. chasing haikal around the house until he falls asleep. stupid ass assignments undone. very irritating people who are such lazy asses, again the irony. haha i know DINEE misses my animated face and one-big-eyed reactions. and i miss AISHAH'S mad crazy singing moments. haha ass. but we'll have a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot of fun in school [we always do lah eh] laughing our asses off and end up crying. yes and yet we still have to take the stupid crowded bus to school. DAMN! the irony of life. again. and. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and well i'll see you again when school reopens. cause im such an ass lazypig to blog at the moment:D and thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348315705928748114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkIzEaGjFI/AAAAAAAABaU/AKdWGv86qjQ/s320/P1060736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. ooooo i suddenly remembered kiss from a rose by seal. i know, corny starting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, i compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;oooh, the more i get of you the stranger it feels, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now that your rose is in bloom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a light hits the gloom on the grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on a lighter note, i memorised thomas and friends theme song for haikal-.- lagi corny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6499516757078701022?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6499516757078701022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6499516757078701022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6499516757078701022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6499516757078701022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/06/coffeebean.html' title='coffeebean!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SjkKIrcGQ-I/AAAAAAAABbc/FWI4YEHT_Hw/s72-c/P1060727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-580238912301038979</id><published>2009-06-12T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:49:16.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shutup freak.</title><content type='html'>anger.&lt;br /&gt;hatred.&lt;br /&gt;misuse of trust.&lt;br /&gt;all balls down to one. I HATE YOU ass-shit~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would've thought one minute you're the nicest person on earth and whom i really trusted, the next minute, you just screwed me and her and everyone else. screw you. cause you know what? neither am i gonna talk to you nor am i gonna see your face. lost some respect here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Allah please please please let mom be strong and please please please let her move on without thinking too much. and please please please open his heart for the sake of himself. make him lose the arrogance and for once let him see the world in front of his eyes. make me stronger too so that hopefully i wouldn't hate him for the rest of my life. i know it isn't any of my business but it involves me, one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now the bottomline is that i hate you. don't talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-580238912301038979?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/580238912301038979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=580238912301038979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/580238912301038979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/580238912301038979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/06/shutup-freak.html' title='shutup freak.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-2247172030247567044</id><published>2009-06-10T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:45:25.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays are boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345638656939582322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Si-GCTx643I/AAAAAAAABZ8/OtuJysQJH3E/s320/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;face baru bangun tidur/i-just-woke-up-face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. todayy is wednesday, means there's still one and a half weeks of holiday. there's sooooooo many people to see, the makciks, mardiana, izzat, hazwan and shafiq and and soooooooo many people! well tried to start oc2 assignment and managed to do some. haha so semangat. freehand's tp project is completed! yayyyyyyyy~ screw csas and plm! haha. and no fair ): dinee is having so much funnnnnnnnnnnnnnn in school, dragonboating and sleeping together and having fun. X( must meet up okayy makciks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest friend's been sick, real sick cause he had an accident and now i can't do anything but to hear him tell me about his wounds. oww that must hurt alot especially his neck, and the hamsome bike and his phone )': i know, i'm weak, talking to him everyday makes me want to cry. just wheennnn can i go and see him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY. the other dayy when we see baby hadi, he's sooooooooooooooo cute! and the family's been great siaaaaaaaa. haha i miss gatherings like these haiya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345638644539673906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Si-GBlljTTI/AAAAAAAABZc/ptc5uI4GEX0/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345638649259286018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Si-GB3Ky3gI/AAAAAAAABZs/RwBPGY2jzQ8/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;oh and haha i missed haikal when he was a baby. and haikal's turning BIG2 in 4 days! PARTYPARTYPARTY and goodie goodie goodie bags this sunday together with a biiiiiiiigggggggggg cake and fooooooooood and open house at sister's. yessaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345638647271541714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Si-GBvw4S9I/AAAAAAAABZk/Z_1-OZhhKik/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345638654127947250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Si-GCJTkvfI/AAAAAAAABZ0/O3-navj23pY/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;went shopping with kiddo and adik yesterday. wooooooooohooooooo found 2 bags and and im craving for old chang kee again. jongang was trying to be funny the other night heh whatever eh jong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohhhh ohhhhhh and monday was NUR DIANA's 18th! and yesterdayy was MARDIANA MARZUKI and HAZWANI HAMDAN's turn! wooooooo~ happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to all the pretty ladiessssssssssssssssssssssssss, happy birthday to you! stay pretty people(((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345645046445831298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Si-L2Oi69II/AAAAAAAABaE/mgzUvSNEfG0/s320/DSC08287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-wondering when will i get to see this woman again and grins:D-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345645048759011186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Si-L2XKbR3I/AAAAAAAABaM/6s_tfhi1RwQ/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;p.s. will be busy helping out for the party on sunday, so anyone who needs/want/misses talking to me can text or call me(: unlimited msges lah abehhhhh. one last thing, bill's been veryyy nice. haha counting with the pro-rated what shit nonsense from singtel it totaled up to about __. and yessahhhh mum didn't sayy a word of it. means im free from paying my own bills! future bills, i love you. and another last thing, i wana go to japan with kak yussssssss pleassse and please please make the december trip to london come faster! and hari raya, cause i'm WAITING!~ i wana see bigbig brother, so july, come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dahh itu aje,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MINAHMINAH A~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-2247172030247567044?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/2247172030247567044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=2247172030247567044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2247172030247567044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2247172030247567044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays-are-boring.html' title='holidays are boring!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Si-GCTx643I/AAAAAAAABZ8/OtuJysQJH3E/s72-c/DSC00293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-5986163157697364661</id><published>2009-06-06T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:00:33.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooooooooooooooohoooo~</title><content type='html'>yessah, it's the holidays, the sun's shining so bright i can take out my sunglasses and go to the beach. term tests are finally over, put aside the notes, edema and benzene rings out of my brain for once. plm can just suck its way out of the door. puo? sigh it's a matter of bucking up now. two weeks holiday, hmm makciks and i have to go for a karaoke session. i swear ill kill each and everyone of you if it doesn't work out! grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, tuition will occupy 20% of my nights. playing monster and chasing haikal will be covering 70% of my weekdays, out and shopping will cover the 30% remaining of my holidays. just my luck how i should spend it. but cookies are a must! i want my chocolate chip cookieeeeeeeeeees nownownownownownownownownow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy whatev. pizza hut yesterday was the bomb. sorry farah aqilah for scolding you for abit yesterday )):&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, PICTURES ARE WITH FARAH AND AISHAHHHHHHH~ coming coming. anddddd i already miss pizzahut. the pizza and the criss-cross-whatever-you-call-it. and the free flowwwwwwwww of pepsiiiiiiiii wooooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jb here i come. to see cousin's son and for a family gatheringgg later. omg babybabybabybaby i want to carry a babybabybabybaby. so cuteeeeeeee bigbigbigbigbigbigbigbigbigbig eyess and and and a cutecutecutecute mouth! haha and tuesday will be with SYAZA KIDDO for shoppingggggg:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k dahhhhhhhh i want to sleep once again. lazy pig-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-5986163157697364661?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/5986163157697364661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=5986163157697364661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5986163157697364661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5986163157697364661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/06/wooooooooooooooohoooo.html' title='wooooooooooooooohoooo~'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-7142116782249549564</id><published>2009-05-29T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:10:58.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GHDBNGMSGHQNDMGABAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.</title><content type='html'>omg school is like funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn sia. hahaha firstly it's the term tests next week, so everyone is like staying back in school late to study. wooooooo~ bmt+pst wooooooooo. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I'M SICCCCCCCCCKKKKK )': I CAN'T SNEEZE IT OUT. PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it issssssssss, chiong for puo. bullshit-ing for plmmmmmmmm. hahaha as if. fpath can go die. oc. lagi die. haah eh thanks eh firdaus for teaching me yesterdayyyyy woooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAH. AKU SAYANG HAIKAL. no one else bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-7142116782249549564?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/7142116782249549564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=7142116782249549564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7142116782249549564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7142116782249549564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/05/ghdbngmsghqndmgabaahahahahahahahha.html' title='GHDBNGMSGHQNDMGABAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-483909552819518439</id><published>2009-05-27T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:24:46.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on my way, i'm on my way</title><content type='html'>haha another week without posting. sorry ehhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;csas language test, do-able but i wouldn't sayy it's so hard i'll go blank. tsk who said so ah? izizot. anywayyyyyy sucha boring week. haiya mondays are as always darn boring. but at the end of the dayy i loooooooooovvvvvvvvvveeeeeddddd it. no not because amjad made me cry, which is -.- and the rest called me crazy. but the priceless time joking around was. and and the one after that was tooooooo. haha but at the end of the dayy it all balls down to one thing. you laugh too much you'll cry. haha which is kind of true. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was just as darn ______ like monday was. but freehand, hahahaha i want to die! tp project and an object of 2 different techniques. seriously can die.&lt;br /&gt;and todayy. as mentioned above, was alright. haha went to the interchange to top up my card and ended up buying a red polka dot dress. haha atikah wanted to show me the striped kimono she bought but was no longer sold. tehhhhhhhhhhhhhh. dinee waited for paula, of whom which i find pretty sia like mat salleh woooooooooooo~ haha and went home with atikah. thanks eh atikah for teman-ing meeeeeeeee! got a fever when i reached home and was like sleeping from 1-6 lahhhhh. tuition was dreadful cause the kid is as naughty but at least he managed to pass his science paper-.- and i got my payy. rich rich rich rich rich!&lt;br /&gt;news of tomorrow not having puo is just bullshit lame kayy. banglas who intended to trick people cannot make it, can go back to your construction site eh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes waiting for saturdayyyyyyyyyyyyyy. cause it's time with MARDIANA MARZUKI lahhh wooooooooo~ and people's birthday are cominggggggg soon eh haha.&lt;br /&gt;but not forgetting HAPPY LEGALLLLLLL 18 LAH DINAHSIO. aha da tua sehh kak dinahhh. lawa die :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. babe, sorry sorry sorry to make you angry just now sayang, but i really had a headache/fever/whatever you call it and couldn't stay. but we could've taught u still cause we had some time. don't be stressed kkkkk, cause making yourself stressed won't do the trick and we'll get in trouble cause we didn't manage to help you ): don't stress up kayyyyyy sayang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-483909552819518439?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/483909552819518439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=483909552819518439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/483909552819518439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/483909552819518439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-on-my-way-im-on-my-way.html' title='i&apos;m on my way, i&apos;m on my way'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6476144631726709052</id><published>2009-05-21T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:44:08.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studystudystudy!</title><content type='html'>wow. one week tak post eh. haha sorry everyone for the lack of updates, been busy lahhh. aku kan seperti biase, everyday buat kerje. haha so aku takde time to blog ah. sorry dok kiddo aku pun nak kelaur dgn kau siol! haha. but anyway, fpath was finally over lah sehhh! but thanks to shannon horrrrrrrrrr. next one next one i promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week we'll come to the 6th week. a week before term tests start. and 2 weeks before june holidays. it's like a speedclock. you don't realise how fast the time flies until there's something that hits you on the head and you go 'oooooowww' a minute later. yes a minute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still a week till PLM assignment dues, and a month or so till OC2 dues. yet still, we're taking things at a slow pace. OC2'll start prolly after the term tests and PLM, well.. i just have to find the right time and get my lazy ass to get working on it again! voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at some point of time, a friend calls up, prolly there's something to tell them or there's just some news that they need you to hear you out. well anyway, whatever it is, you know i'll be there and let's just forget about the BITCH and the BABOON kayy, cause they're just not worth the trouble. let them see how happy you are without them lahh. such childish behaviour isn't going to be entertained. by neither you nor me. alright? and to the BITCH and the BABOON, kalau terase tu terase ah too bad, but get this straight k. no one will hurt my friend cause she's always there for me. and if you deliberately want to, then go through me first. such ass-shits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yessahhhhhhhhh tmr can go out after school woohooooooooo~ best pe tadi tak payah pergi skola. ass-shittttttttttts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k dah taaaaaaaaa~ aku miss apple lahhh oi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6476144631726709052?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6476144631726709052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6476144631726709052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6476144631726709052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6476144631726709052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/05/studystudystudy.html' title='studystudystudy!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-522645711756435544</id><published>2009-05-14T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:44:24.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuesday's freehand class. it's not complete without the other 5 around. who made the class noisy? who made great friends with the cute teacher? who anyhow asal boleh do work? who always go for toilet breaks? who always laugh like we don't care about the world? yes you got it right. the 6 cranky piece of us((: proud to sayy haha we akways have fun in freehand, although it isn't. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681130601162466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sgwlt_g8puI/AAAAAAAABX0/jztHAvp7JsM/s320/DSC08982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the R.I.P doll. she's sooooooooo cutee! teacher said it was a halloween figurine. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682133962989538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwmoZVDH-I/AAAAAAAABZU/7dqdkiayaIo/s320/DSC08992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they said mine was like orang terperanjat/shocked.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681133213793746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwluJP2PdI/AAAAAAAABYM/bjXNnN49cb0/s320/DSC08985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine vs. dinee's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681127364487554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwltzdQ6YI/AAAAAAAABYE/XoRzGbSPsjE/s320/DSC08984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinee's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681129759021746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sgwlt8YKmrI/AAAAAAAABX8/bQzKhYpGWqo/s320/DSC08983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682128494748306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwmoE9UYpI/AAAAAAAABY8/4qDSPARhXwo/s320/DSC08993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;based on farah's charm, the reason it's an f, not an a(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681829231571378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwmWqHasbI/AAAAAAAABYs/1Zn5e-Q73kw/s320/DSC08997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this one who always goes quiet while drawing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681827017841842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwmWh3n3LI/AAAAAAAABYk/UaPatJj14Lk/s320/DSC08989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this one action semangat only :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681829079963826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwmWpjRWLI/AAAAAAAABYc/KQ2NZL8JMwg/s320/DSC08988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this one always has a story to tell in this exact class((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682131809555666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwmoRToVNI/AAAAAAAABZM/VFFNA_aJLjw/s320/DSC08991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they call her jelly. why? ask the first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681831778387010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwmWzmoBEI/AAAAAAAABY0/BLCTuU7bTao/s320/DSC08990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this one who has his hair like frodo's, i sayy hehe.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682133300844674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwmoW3LmII/AAAAAAAABZE/vmiSv3gNHWc/s320/DSC08999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see the teacher's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681823607047762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwmWVKbRlI/AAAAAAAABYU/PEBwHEBbzG0/s320/DSC08987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dayy's been tough on us. there wasn't any chance to explain. tears were shed. emotions were poured out. nonetheless, we managed to solve our own problem. sigh. it's no use blaming anybody here, not that i am, but yeah. we just need faith to keep our friendship go on strong. i'm sorry to have based my deduction on one view, but i guess life's just a roller coaster. a choice between friends, studies, the other people, and as such. having all is an option, only if we can divide the time correctly.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope farah understands and that we wont be disappearing one by one. we're just a call/text k sayang! we'll have breaks and after school together.. and you're not alone, silat friends are there. we are, in your heart. in our hearts. always.&lt;br /&gt;aishah, thank you for being matured and not letting me get carried away with my angry emotions. thank you also for telling me the truth and for teaching me that we're not supposed to run away. and i'm sorry if i've neglected your presence all this while, i was unaware and i'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;dinee, thank you so much for always understanding me, understanding us. i know, you are always there when i need you. it's just that it's me who doesn't understand. i know it's chilidish for us to treat you that wayy, i'm sorry. i know it's harsh and it's upsetting to lose a friend like you. and if you just need us or myself to talk to, we're always there.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly to the main comm. sorry for the misunderstanding and we'll rock our own socks kayy! haha. i hope you won't hate me for this )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681123307848258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgwltkWFgkI/AAAAAAAABXs/NyZRbmRryU4/s320/DSC08919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end, it's me, yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-522645711756435544?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/522645711756435544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=522645711756435544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/522645711756435544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/522645711756435544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesdays-freehand-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sgwlt_g8puI/AAAAAAAABX0/jztHAvp7JsM/s72-c/DSC08982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-5191693602614464232</id><published>2009-05-12T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:53:06.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 4 sia :D</title><content type='html'>FPATH assignment[halfway]&lt;br /&gt;FPATH online quiz[done]&lt;br /&gt;PUO quiz&lt;br /&gt;PLM assignment&lt;br /&gt;OC2 assignment&lt;br /&gt;Freehand 10sketches[3 more]&lt;br /&gt;CSAS3 test&lt;br /&gt;so many things yet so little time.&lt;br /&gt;csas3's tomorrow. im gonna ask dad to send me again i don't care X( been studying. not exactly hard but yeah up to a good amount. yessah. and mom didn't sayy anything when she sees me study. ya ya nice. paid my bill, did my tutorials [well almost done], fpath's assignment is halfway through, i've no money to shop till the next payy on the 27th [argh! so long], i still can't decide what to wear for 2hours in school tmr, i'm hungry-.-, and i want to sleep before dad comes home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th week already. wow. it's like soooooooo fast and by the time we come back it's june. june june june june june. haikal's birthday, brother's coming back, people's birthdays hehehe and i don't know what else. ~shake shake shake shakee-aaaaaa shake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll ask dad for money tmr, haha yessah can get new card tomorrow. oh yes! after school will be spent sleeping and studying and tuitioning. hahahahahahahaha. i'm soooooooooo random. ~shake shake shake shake-aaaaaaa shake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;p.s. darling, you always know i'm here. i mean although i'm damn far but there's always the phone. and text. 'we text each other kayy cause nobody wants to text us :DD' haha that's damn retarded. calling you randomly just because i saw -toooooot-. laughing my ass off cause you'll get pissed of everytime i call you and then it's dejavu. izizot. we'll spend quality talking time together. omg i miss hugging you so much lah preeeeeetty. oh and don't bother about those pretty but ugly people. who cares. the world isn't about them whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. it's about you me and eveyone else around(: so please cheer uppppppppp kayy and don't cry when you read this. i kiss u then you know. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-5191693602614464232?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/5191693602614464232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=5191693602614464232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5191693602614464232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5191693602614464232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-4-sia-d.html' title='week 4 sia :D'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-7187606255783441369</id><published>2009-05-06T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:35:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next stop.</title><content type='html'>not a nice week. ___ asked for a _____. for all these time. and all this while. i thought.. well i thought but it wasn't what it seems, well seemed, to be. liar. coward. liar. coward. liar. coward. ass-shit. for all i know, i still have everyone to support me from behind and all you can do is weep while i move on without thinking so much. haha awww don't be sad when this backfires on you. please eh. don't want to see me hurt konon. RILEK SUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who had advised me, stopped me from thinking sooooooooo much, helped me in the process, and to those who always had been there for me. i love you guys. you know who you are eh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, fpath is doing okayy i think. 2 more days and is submission date. more assignments, quizzes, tutorials, projects. omg. so hectically hectic. and there's only like 3 more weeks before term tests. and im like huh why so fast? oc, plm, puo, fpath, csas-.- so much! and i still have the freehand drawing's portfolio of 50pages by end of semester eh? ohnooooooooooooooooooooooooo so stressed already sia. with ocp's cancelled too, im so saaaaaaaaaaddd! but what to do, i hafta hafta pull up my socks cause it's the 2nd year. already. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i hope kak yus is doing fine(: with exams coming up, and you know.. well nvm. i still hope she's doing okayy! haha we shall go out shopping soon okayy kak yus. holidays holidays. then we'll go to botanical gardens and look at flowers. haahhaa or to the zoo to see the animals with haikal. omg so fun! okayy so random. haha and i seriously need to upload pictures to my posts soon. boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgGr1gzbcAI/AAAAAAAABXk/8CENeKwR82w/s1600-h/IMG_6887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332732369610436610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgGr1gzbcAI/AAAAAAAABXk/8CENeKwR82w/s320/IMG_6887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332732365805815218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgGr1SoVhbI/AAAAAAAABXc/yAducm8mEJM/s320/IMG_6864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332732366747568146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgGr1WI3iBI/AAAAAAAABXU/ZXwy1OC5G64/s320/IMG_7338.JPG" border="0" /&gt; okayy don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332732359128478402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgGr05wVcsI/AAAAAAAABXM/1nixdV8E95I/s320/IMG_7494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332732355218486162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgGr0rMHs5I/AAAAAAAABXE/pkSn-jM1h84/s320/IMG_7597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;omg haikal's soooooooooooooooooo cute! haha he's just full of antics nowadays that i miss him when he still couldnt walk actually. and by the time he's reached two, i hope hope hope hope hope hope he goes to playgroup or sth :D hehe aunty so bad doesn't want haikal to be around. haha but he's super duper hyper and he makes a mess before anyone could even clear the previous one he made. ahhhhhhhh i want to see another baby(: haha mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gdnight people! i love you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-7187606255783441369?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/7187606255783441369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=7187606255783441369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7187606255783441369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7187606255783441369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/05/next-stop.html' title='next stop.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SgGr1gzbcAI/AAAAAAAABXk/8CENeKwR82w/s72-c/IMG_6887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8084439213039669285</id><published>2009-04-30T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:16:54.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest at last.</title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;2nd week's been fairly nice. mondays to wednesdays are still quite tiring though. monday nights are free, tuesdays and thursdays packed with training, wednesdays saturdays are tuition. sleep late, wake up early. yes that's how our 2nd yr is-.- so mundane. and i need to buck up from now onwards. that's why i studied yesterday. yes i actually took my time to do tutorials beforehand. and spend time after tuition yesterday to study up OC2 and re-did fpath's assignment. haha i hope this will last and yes aminah so semangat already((: hahaha. okayy whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is fridayy, 1st of may. which means, it's labour dayy and well someone will turn older tomorrow! haha soooooooo, a BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAYY TO ATIKAH ASJAYANI(: who is a yr older than me alr. awwww man! haha well see u on monday! and may God bless you always. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping for ehem ehem and ehem ehem at tampines one after tutorials before heading back for training. uniqlo and urban write siaaaaaaaaaaaa! and thus, the reason for my bag to be so heavy till i asked abang qhai to carry my bag for me. haha omagash so mengade-ngade sia aku. but yeahh i felt like shit so i took back my bag. dinee stayed till 5.50pm waiting for meeeeeeeeeeeee haha yessah i love you dineesha kirpal mahtani. and she went out with her friend and tonning at clement's after that. training was fun, as always. trained up our voices together with the freshies and tepuk sepuluh. (haha syai kau nk tak tepuk sepuluh kat dlm lt?) and yesssssssssssssssssaaaaaahhh. aku satisfied craving aku sia. ice cream and chocolate! no no i didn't buy 2 things, i bought the cone, and best sia, together with the chocolate. prolly the fastest ice cream ive eaten ahhh cause i was scared the bus could come at any time. haha kental-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and yessahhhhh thank you to azman, who listened to me rattle rubbish non-stop for 2 days! haah thank you ehh kecik. haha and he's changed. that's what i think. aku suke! haha k dah merepek. daa~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330487709117396034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SfmyVE2HNEI/AAAAAAAABW8/JZOUc2ifDlY/s320/DSC08615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss this crazy cute little naughty nephew of mine. hahe he must have followed my footsteps i think. go figure(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8084439213039669285?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8084439213039669285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8084439213039669285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8084439213039669285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8084439213039669285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/04/rest-at-last.html' title='rest at last.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SfmyVE2HNEI/AAAAAAAABW8/JZOUc2ifDlY/s72-c/DSC08615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-38956523366632130</id><published>2009-04-23T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:33:04.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;first. HAPPY 19TH FARIZA! haha oh shit im not good at wishing people, but yeahh HAPPY BIRTHDAY((: hee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and so, tmr's the wheelbarrow shit show thing. O. M. G. at nighttttttttttt somemore. wahlau eh. and booth duty will be in the morning, so i won't be able to attend PLM's lecture. wahlau eh. and so will be lepak-ing with the rest after duty up till 3 and turn up in time for rehearsals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;boring sia hidup aku cam ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;whatever you do at first seems to tickle him in the ribs. after a while, he doesnt laugh that often, he doesn't even act like last time. he's changed, and i don't like the way he's changing. he's been far. very far. and before you know it, he'll be serving the nation. how time flies. but i don't blame him, cause he wasnt to save up to buy a bike and stuff, but isn't he supposed to be spending time with you? as  his girlfriend? i don't know. i don't feel appreciated. i don't like i'm attached. but if he wants to be that wayy, then i will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-38956523366632130?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/38956523366632130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=38956523366632130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/38956523366632130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/38956523366632130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/04/boring-thursday.html' title='boring thursday.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-1426592806436178419</id><published>2009-04-22T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:00:04.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.</title><content type='html'>first day of school was very tiring. so much for the first. tsk. had lectures from 9 to 6pm. followed by training. couldn't concentrate during training. eyes started to get watery and become sore-___- like seriously, the reason why i had to wear spectacles to school yesterday. yaya dinee and fariza had to sayy that i look like a freshie. babi sia. O.M.G. came to apel for the last 5minutes. sign attendance also still get late, might as well not come at all. izizot. freehand drawing starts next week, the school says so yeahhh waited for farah and went home. sorry farah i couldnt accompany you cause i needed to do sth. haha okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy and there were rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOWWW! haha cca recruitment drive was the bomb! haha well not really actually. saw farah, amirah dinee and the gang! haha shit they sayy i look different till they couldnt spot me. haha. amjad was being lame. was standing behind him and when he turned, he tried to be funny saying he thought i was someone else. nice one eh bapak! and yessahhhhhhh outfit was green and orange, i got the green one! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home arnd 4 and slept throught till almost 7. wahlau ehhhhh so tired, tuition was almost boring just now, haha not until the kid got scared of somebody. haha solehin, solehin.... and almost gotten screwed up for fpath's grouping, but yay! got a group somewhere somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures are up! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ameera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528785050681346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Se8vNBudQAI/AAAAAAAABW0/yZ9E8mJj2Dc/s320/DSC08892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;baya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Se8vM9L69LI/AAAAAAAABWs/hRUkBbPqLZE/s1600-h/DSC08887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528783832085682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Se8vM9L69LI/AAAAAAAABWs/hRUkBbPqLZE/s320/DSC08887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; faat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528779409465042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Se8vMstfHtI/AAAAAAAABWk/5C8mSQUBD04/s320/DSC08886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;nasyita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528778958090850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Se8vMrB3smI/AAAAAAAABWc/o7zIcpJCOjQ/s320/DSC08885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam cool gitu. haha nk joget ah!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528775505117730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Se8vMeKngiI/AAAAAAAABWU/oV4VoRHSdYY/s320/DSC08884.JPG" border="0" /&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/24451045-1426592806436178419?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/1426592806436178419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=1426592806436178419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1426592806436178419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1426592806436178419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/04/school.html' title='school.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Se8vNBudQAI/AAAAAAAABW0/yZ9E8mJj2Dc/s72-c/DSC08892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6864648562626444380</id><published>2009-04-18T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:19:39.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sem1--EhKqI/AAAAAAAABWM/M_Jt-tNRbvk/s1600-h/DSC08855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sem1--EhKqI/AAAAAAAABWM/M_Jt-tNRbvk/s320/DSC08855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325988127760788130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha dinee says this is cute. ya ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;school's starting on monday, dinee and i planned to meet at 8.30am: print out PLM notes. taik sia 124 slides for topic 1-4. haha nvm. and something to look forward to on mondayy that is. haha going to school with zat and aishah, if she wakes up early that is. haha so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition, don't remind me. the kid's so naughty. nasib die baik je ah eh tak kene terajang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training, best best aku suka! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotting at home, totally not a good idea. mendak. and plus, i get scolded for everything i do. what shit. you want me to do it, and after that sayy it wrong, do yourself lahhhhhhhhh. needless to sayy. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls, let's go and watch sth together on thursday and friday, since there's no lessons this week(:&lt;br /&gt;haha. aminah mad. and i miss haikal and his little furry hands. omg im so bad. actually i miss alot of people. kak yusrina, sister, makciks, atikah, isalina, mardiana, haiya eeeeeeeeeeeveryone lah tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'll be waiting and be strong till the end of the year. no promises, but i'll try. you know how hard at times i can be kan? haha but most importantly, always being there beside you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sem1-4bwdXI/AAAAAAAABWE/vWmsOjEcHkA/s1600-h/DSC08847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sem1-4bwdXI/AAAAAAAABWE/vWmsOjEcHkA/s320/DSC08847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325988126247646578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fat sia aku. cikodok labah labah.&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/24451045-6864648562626444380?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6864648562626444380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6864648562626444380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6864648562626444380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6864648562626444380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html' title='updates.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sem1--EhKqI/AAAAAAAABWM/M_Jt-tNRbvk/s72-c/DSC08855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6871818556943480858</id><published>2009-04-14T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:33:35.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th april</title><content type='html'>first and foremost, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO IZZAT HASHIM SAYANG. who turns the same age as me-.- omg i'm so sad!haha. handsome pe? haha((:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324534670629791234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SeSMEoUj5gI/AAAAAAAABVc/inVmC67EOcc/s320/DSC08301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;also to shah nizam tua. haha who turns 20 todayy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUYS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SECONDLY,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324534670691190866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SeSMEojMyFI/AAAAAAAABVk/hrrjGLWsaTQ/s320/DSC08759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324534679812310050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SeSMFKh2BCI/AAAAAAAABV8/neglHAnNmVM/s320/DSC08826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cute tak aku? haha kindergarten siol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324534680143841890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SeSMFLw4ymI/AAAAAAAABV0/Sfzn2LCqD_s/s320/DSC08824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;so yes im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling of rejection. yes it sucks. and no i have no control over it. sometimes i feel that i dont know myself. the way someone treats me even if the person himself doesn't realise it makes me think: whether did i do sth wrong or it is just the person. '.....i'm just a human, full of mistakes, full of hope. i can only pray to God, to have the chance to sayy out what i feel. i realise, i have hurt him alot, without realising it, being a trouble. ....if i had 10 lives, i wouldn't trade it for anything, anything at all. the only thing i can do is to make him laugh. even if i couldn't see his face, i could feel the smile that has embedded on his lips. when i face him, my heart aches every time he looks at me and he always has something in his eyes that makes me feel that he wants to sayy something, but i just couldn't figure it out. is this what it really means? i don't know, the thing is now to go and figure it out myself.....God thank you for answering to my prayers.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6871818556943480858?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6871818556943480858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6871818556943480858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6871818556943480858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6871818556943480858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/04/14th-april.html' title='14th april'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SeSMEoUj5gI/AAAAAAAABVc/inVmC67EOcc/s72-c/DSC08301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6596257186254568299</id><published>2009-04-13T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:29:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last week of holidays</title><content type='html'>now it comes to one thing in mind: where's my timetable?&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's the last week of holidays, nothing has been done. literally. i spent my holiday allowances on baking stuff, food, the vs perfume, stupid ezlink top up, and food. shit im seriously gonna screw the weighing scale. hah.&lt;br /&gt;training has been okayy. todayy's was cool cause more people came and wahh the ragam cool sehh! aku suke gile babi nehh. pink pink pink for cca recruitment show. babi you know i don't fancy pink-.-&lt;br /&gt;haha saw farah and double Js and the other silat people during training todayy(: didn't manage to meet dinee cause she was busy with her week 0 shits. oh oh and yes yes i hope i meet zat alot when sch reopens. then cannnnn story story long long mcm makcik to him kasi die bingit. HAHA. im so sorry zat darling..&lt;br /&gt;okayy whatever. so yes. mom's been feeling empty these days, i noticed. im actually not supposed to know but yeahh somehow i found out[no, no one told me] and im angry. angry that someone made a rash decision. and you know what? the times when ive always looked up to you has gone down the stupid drain. but one thing's for sure, i won't let the other party go just like that because of this. you mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i miss doing sums and writing notes. taik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6596257186254568299?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6596257186254568299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6596257186254568299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6596257186254568299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6596257186254568299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-week-of-holidays.html' title='last week of holidays'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-7844970107121522458</id><published>2009-04-12T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:14:27.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesssssssssssssaaaaaaaaahhh.</title><content type='html'>gdmorning afternoon night to all of you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;officially moved back to MOM'S. nyehahahahahahah. after like 3 weeks-.-&lt;br /&gt;so let's recap what we did back then starting from a second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition at 11.30. had a nightmare. sheesh. things that was supposed to be brownies ended up in between a blend of mudpie and brownies. a twist of the ingredients and i get a nice sticky mudpie. and well yeah basically the whole dayy was spend with the family. quality family time after so long and since i havent been at home a lot on weekends due to haha personal interests. haha crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;woke up late, as usual, tv-ed and tuition in the afternoon. back to mom's to change and out again to meet of course the boyy. to the airport, and finally yessahhhhhhhh bought my VS, the new berry kiss. walked and laughed a lot at my stunts. lunch-ed at bk and had mushroom swiss. planned to go tampines 1 but changed my mind cause it was mindblowing. too many people=fugly situations=angry minah. so yeahh decided to go home then. and then something happened, which made us change our minds again and sat and talked at the park. haha. looked at the stars and laughed alot. there was one particular star, the one when i looked up in the sky it was still there. the one that accompanied us through the night, the one that was gone cause i realised the earth was moving, so did the stars. haha. izizot. and like the star, but not abt the earth moved thing kinda shit, im always sure that di will always be there(: okayy whatever, got back at 10 and yeah penat bodoh one whole dayy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;haha for once stayed at home on a holiday. haah yessahhh. tv was on the whole dayy at sister's. woke up, tv, played with haikal, bathed, ate, tv, cleaned up my bags, tv, lunch, tv, tv, tv and finally in he evening aunt and mom came. had dinner at simpang. prata bomb yummyyyyyyyyy. shopped for brownies and sleptover at sister's still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&amp;amp;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;trainings at 6 for cca recruitment drive one the 22nd. same old shit. dont wana elaborate. had to postpone wednesday's tuition to todayy. crapshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEEK BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what happened. haha. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323822051612277314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SeID8vm9ukI/AAAAAAAABVU/sTsTiOUCpZc/s200/DSC08743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh yes omg omg omg! di cut his hair! omgggggggggggggggg. and his yummy long sideburns are gone ohnoooooooooooooooo. yolanda will be sad mann haha. i was actually, but i hafta get used to it so yeahh short hair for him ): no more girl hair to straighten eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-7844970107121522458?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/7844970107121522458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=7844970107121522458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7844970107121522458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7844970107121522458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesssssssssssssaaaaaaaaahhh.html' title='yesssssssssssssaaaaaaaaahhh.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SeID8vm9ukI/AAAAAAAABVU/sTsTiOUCpZc/s72-c/DSC08743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4204471738758501545</id><published>2009-03-30T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:03:21.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the saturdays</title><content type='html'>Up by THE SATURDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make a move and we both know,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to step it up a notch,&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to lose touch,&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy,&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the crossing at the main intersection,&lt;br /&gt;Up is where we go from here,&lt;br /&gt;Finest selection,&lt;br /&gt;This could take us anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want protection,&lt;br /&gt;Life is better of the line, ine, ine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the lift up,&lt;br /&gt;Keep steady beat,&lt;br /&gt;'Cus I'm ready for the big jump,&lt;br /&gt;Keep up with me,&lt;br /&gt;If you lose me then you know, you're just a bit too slow,&lt;br /&gt;I only go up, up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to be in control and the ground isn't good enough for me,&lt;br /&gt;I know where to find what I want and I'm gonna keep on,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on, up, up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No turns now,&lt;br /&gt;We're going straight,&lt;br /&gt;You better hold on tight,&lt;br /&gt;'Cus if you fall you're on your own,&lt;br /&gt;'Cus I'm gonna go on,&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no turns now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the final call for all destinations,&lt;br /&gt;This is were you're in or out,&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation, this is not the time for doubts,&lt;br /&gt;Make your decision,&lt;br /&gt;Are you on or off the line, ine, ine... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the lift up, keep steady beat,&lt;br /&gt;'Cus I'm ready for the big jump, keep up with me,&lt;br /&gt;If you lose me then you know, you're just a bit too slow,&lt;br /&gt;I only go up, up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to be in control and the ground isn't good enough for me,&lt;br /&gt;I know where to find what I want and I'm gonna keep on,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on, up, up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the crossing at the main intersection,&lt;br /&gt;Up is where we go from here,&lt;br /&gt;Finest selection,&lt;br /&gt;This could take us anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want protection,&lt;br /&gt;Life is better of the line, I, I... (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the lift up, keep steady beat,&lt;br /&gt;'Cus I'm ready for the big jump, keep up with me,&lt;br /&gt;If you lose me then you know, you're just a bit too slow,&lt;br /&gt;I only go up, up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to be in control and the ground isn't good enough for me,&lt;br /&gt;I know where to find what I want and I'm gonna keep on,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on, up, up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lahh i'm lazy to type much. so there you go(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4204471738758501545?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4204471738758501545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4204471738758501545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4204471738758501545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4204471738758501545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturdays.html' title='the saturdays'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4111362209633280334</id><published>2009-03-22T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:25:38.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha!</title><content type='html'>ON LEAVE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping over at sister's for the nxt idk how many more weeks. and until then not much of online-ing, cause i dont wana screw her internet bill(: see im a goooooood sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 6th birthday to azfar! haha he soooooo cute lahh yst, i wana bite his cheeks. ben10 ready! hehe the food's nice, the chalet's fantabulous, the game's were hilarious, the goodie bag's goooooood, the sunset's overwhelming. what more can i ask for? alhamdulillah, praises to Him(:&lt;br /&gt;21 dayys of nooooooooooooooottttt seeing the boyy made me screw myself. haha. missed him like really a looooooot of nonsense shits. and plus making me do stupid things-.- and i got to meet him todayyyyyyyyy. even for a while. woohooo. was a reaaaaaally happy woman. glee congested my lungs i laughed and coughed the whole time i was with him. all but one.. no elaborations please. heehee. almost got into trouble hehheeeee. pictures pictures soon sooon.&lt;br /&gt;plus, there's a new oven, so cookies for everyone at home tomorrow hehhe!&lt;br /&gt;makciks please ah! i want brownies, and and cupcakes, and and coffee, and and movie marathon, and and the cinema, and and lepak sessions! urgh damn this holidays make me go gaga. izizot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy im gone. won't know when ill be back(:&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos jalapeneos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4111362209633280334?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4111362209633280334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4111362209633280334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4111362209633280334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4111362209633280334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha.html' title='haha!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-2235120497183295429</id><published>2009-03-17T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:03:16.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as it says: BORED.</title><content type='html'>USING ONLY ONE WORD! It's not as easy as you might think! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone: here?&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other: work.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair: crap.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother: there.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father: motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing: HE.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night: if..&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink: green.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal: switzerland!&lt;br /&gt;10. What room you are in: main?&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby: HE!&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear: insects.&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years: here.&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night: SISTER'S!&lt;br /&gt;15. Something that you are not good at: school.&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? : CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;17. Wish list item: DSLR!&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up: here.&lt;br /&gt;19. Last thing you did: text.&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing: bikini.&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV: donno?&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets: eaten :DD&lt;br /&gt;23. Friends: everyone.&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life: LOVELY.&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood: CHILL.&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone: sighhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;27. Car: TOYOTA!&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing: tudung?&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite store: street((((:&lt;br /&gt;30. Your favorite color: barney!&lt;br /&gt;-pause, where's 31&amp;amp;32?-&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed: now.&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried: sundayy.&lt;br /&gt;35. Who will blog this: human-.-&lt;br /&gt;36. One place that I go to over and over?: roooooooom.&lt;br /&gt;37. One person who texts me regularly?: DHI&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;38. One of my favorite places to eat?: roooom[haha]&lt;br /&gt;39. My favorite food: cheesefries.&lt;br /&gt;40. My middle name: MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya udah dehh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-2235120497183295429?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/2235120497183295429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=2235120497183295429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2235120497183295429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2235120497183295429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-it-says-bored.html' title='as it says: BORED.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6951168539116085776</id><published>2009-03-15T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:41:52.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>official.</title><content type='html'>sister officially moved to her new house yst. haha the kitchen is damn nice, orange yellow theme, the toilets a cool theme, haha the house is not scary lah stupid aminah. just my imagination. ahahahha. okayy whatev.&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna move to their house on tuesday night too, cause our house is gonna have a change too. haha so hopefully, there will be successful baking sessions on my own with haikal(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i dyed my hair. stupid the red/brown whatever colour it is can only be seen under the light. no sunlight doesn't help. it's still black lahhhhhhhhhh. izizot. hahahahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k dah best aku da update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6951168539116085776?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6951168539116085776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6951168539116085776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6951168539116085776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6951168539116085776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/03/official.html' title='official.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8859936580901243193</id><published>2009-03-13T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:25:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6dwzbnZI/AAAAAAAABVM/zSnu2CqW7YU/s1600-h/DSC08704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312552624683982226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6dwzbnZI/AAAAAAAABVM/zSnu2CqW7YU/s320/DSC08704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it fair here i come(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6dolx-mI/AAAAAAAABVE/MKIC6Ptatrw/s1600-h/DSC08715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312552622479243874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6dolx-mI/AAAAAAAABVE/MKIC6Ptatrw/s320/DSC08715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; little haikal forced me to take a picture of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6EODXb5I/AAAAAAAABU8/lvbAE3O9tCs/s1600-h/DSC08713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312552185858846610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6EODXb5I/AAAAAAAABU8/lvbAE3O9tCs/s320/DSC08713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha he cannot stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6D2nwfiI/AAAAAAAABU0/2s-qIYShk7U/s1600-h/DSC08698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312552179569032738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6D2nwfiI/AAAAAAAABU0/2s-qIYShk7U/s320/DSC08698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our mischevious lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6D_3TcrI/AAAAAAAABUs/otakIjP-7oE/s1600-h/DSC08684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312552182050157234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6D_3TcrI/AAAAAAAABUs/otakIjP-7oE/s320/DSC08684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; racer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6DnNZYJI/AAAAAAAABUk/e6w142ZuGgE/s1600-h/DSC08677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312552175431934098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6DnNZYJI/AAAAAAAABUk/e6w142ZuGgE/s320/DSC08677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was still wideeeeeeeeeee awake at 11pm on tues. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6Dh0DD9I/AAAAAAAABUc/YDbcm8nA7Oc/s1600-h/DSC08676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312552173983436754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6Dh0DD9I/AAAAAAAABUc/YDbcm8nA7Oc/s320/DSC08676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tuesday's full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to the it fair yesterday with sister and all. please please dad get me a d60 kitttttt this sundayy. pleeeeeeeeaseeee. i promise i wont spoil it. and i missed my donut factory so we bought a dozen of it hahaha and i ate two this morning. omg im sucha greedy pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i miss the pakcik kentut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8859936580901243193?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8859936580901243193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8859936580901243193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8859936580901243193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8859936580901243193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-fair-here-i-come-little-haikal.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/Sbn6dwzbnZI/AAAAAAAABVM/zSnu2CqW7YU/s72-c/DSC08704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-5927950735381831378</id><published>2009-03-11T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:25:51.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results.</title><content type='html'>i hate it. whatever. doesn't concern anybody, anyone. in fact it doesn't matter anymore. whatever it is it's done. no point being dissatisfied and all. or what not shits. i'll go wherever i need to next. and work harder. urgh stupid bell curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. class chalet yst was awesome! firdaus picked us up, thank you father! you must turn slowly ehh if not the people behind will fly. haahahhahaha. reached costa sands at 3. checked in blablabla played twister which turned out crap cause we were like laughing and laughing. legs and arms got cramped, butt too not forgetting, and yes of course, i tell you ahhhh if anyone were to fart at that time i'm gonna burst. jeez. the rest of the class arrived arnd 4, 5. got things rolling, set up the fire. yessah minah set fire weeewit! with the help frm sze jie of course, and some onlookers. and of course shaun darling, who lent me his lighter. not only that, he lit the sparkler for me! haha awww so sweet. so yeahhhh aishah went swimming. the first batch of food got burnt cause the fire was too big. afham did most of the cooking and it tasted damn bloody good. thank you farah for peeling the chicken feathers and chopping, marinating it, thank you afham for being our unpaid cook for the night. hahaha. marshmellow on sticks was damn good. especially melted soft ones with burnt sides tasted like cotton candy. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh wooohooo. cycling at 10.30 wasn't such a great idea. had 15min ride at the park, got off cause father already called. you wouldn't wana know what happened. farah and dinee got scared. HAHA. but yeahhhh whatever it is i still love my dad, for picking us up and sending friends home. i also love mom! cause she let me stay late(: ohhh and to aishah, sorry we couldnt send you back. you would be running for yst and.. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes pictures are with dinee and farah, upload soon girls! i love md hardhi too, cause he listened to my story and he stayed with me[while working] just to talk to me(:&lt;br /&gt;will be gone for a while now, partly due to moving house and the it fair -winkwink- and of course. the boyy himself! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-5927950735381831378?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/5927950735381831378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=5927950735381831378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5927950735381831378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5927950735381831378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/03/results.html' title='results.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8124059396745915074</id><published>2009-03-09T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:54:26.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASS CHALET.</title><content type='html'>wooohoooo. can't wait to meet the rest of the class tmr.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i can't overnight. but i'll ask dad to pick me up, which means i have hope of staying till 11 tmr. yessahh. meansssss that tmr, there will be chicken, hotdogs, spaghetti, punch, snacks. wahhh sedap like shit sia! ehem.&lt;br /&gt;hectic dayy tmr. and tonight let's see if i will help paint sister's house. haha(: see the state of my mind and see whether im freaking lazy. or not. then can psycho mom to let me go home late! haha. kk kidding kidding!&lt;br /&gt;well now dinee her sister farah firdaus aishah and amjad all have sorethroat. see lah never take care of yourselves right? and tmr's the class chalet. greatttttt. better take some medicine and get looooooooots of rest. drink a tablespoon of pure honey and that'll be okayy. haha minah like some doctor. like as if i take my own medicine. haha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;take care people! and GET WELL SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8124059396745915074?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8124059396745915074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8124059396745915074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8124059396745915074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8124059396745915074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/03/class-chalet.html' title='CLASS CHALET.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-9049416252521847776</id><published>2009-03-06T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:18:19.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th march?</title><content type='html'>first of all, a good big HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KAK YUSRINA, who turns 22 on this very special dayy(: may Allah bless your soul, give you strength, panjangkan umur and of course, give you wealth. be a great soon-to-be-doctor ehhhhhh. heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one yr older+one yr wiser+happier+cakes and presents=birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second on the list, yessahhhhhhh. meeting them altogether after a looooooooooooong time. and i realised we are already turning 80 right dinee? haha okayy lame. but yeahhhh a week after school closed is a reaaaaally long time. ohmygad. haha. must give each and everyone a hug later on(((((((: chalet's meeting, we're gonna plan out everything todayy. but too bad i can't stay at the chalet for long. mom will scold. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;farah+aishah+dinee+minah=crazy makciks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, as said earlier, next week will be A8G5s class chalet. finally a proper one, at a proper place, with proper people. phewwww. this sucks mannn not having the class to bond. and we will go our separate ways in year 2. awwwww shucks. PLEASE MISS FARAH RARA. DON'T CRY UPON READING THIS STATEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;class chalet+friends+makciks=last A8G5 gathering )':&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth. baking session cum movie marathon. soooooooonest! ohmyyyyyy and and and coffee outing eh girls! haha i miss you truckLOADshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cookies+cupcakes+brownies+DVDs=one contented family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth, thank you to Him, who heard my prayers. thank you to second brother too(: because he's bloooooody kind. and in return i have to do him a favour of not using it as i please. separate needs from wants, im sure it will be a good 7 weeks altogether. i love you brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D+:D+:D+brother=one richhhhh, well not so rich woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohoo. so, all in all, this 7 weeks will be a tremendous one. yessah. no need to work=mom and haikal 24/7 -raises eyebrows- and of course a lovely time at sister's house and before school opens, my own bedroom. wawaweeeeeewaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means that all the five equations equate to one happy minah(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to this(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/tulus1978/music/6RRZgRWa/dmasiv-di-antara-kalian/"&gt;Di Antara Kalian- D'MASIV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-9049416252521847776?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/9049416252521847776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=9049416252521847776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/9049416252521847776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/9049416252521847776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/03/6th-march.html' title='6th march?'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3483029599941662557</id><published>2009-03-01T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:59:39.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;TODAYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' We might fight or get angry at each other for some reason. Mistake is &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;made cause no one is perfect. Let's make it a lesson and learn from it. Diamonds are made to be treasured and so are you, that's why i'll treasure you no matter what happens and won't wanna lose you cause i love you so much..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Todayy, in history, i make peace. HAHA no lahhh kidding. Todayy, in history, is the longest one, and it's still going on strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Point is, haha as contradictory as it may be, that whatever you do, whoever you may be with, it's a matter of fact that you &lt;strong&gt;enjoy and treasure&lt;/strong&gt; every second of it. Every minute. Every hour. Because one dayy you'll know that these things come and go, and you won't have the chance to fulfill your wishes. Take time to &lt;strong&gt;reflect&lt;/strong&gt;, and tell yourself. Don't do anything stupid. Don't make them angry or feel insulted or feel damn shit. In fact, they are human. You are, even. Don't ever &lt;strong&gt;treat&lt;/strong&gt; them as &lt;strong&gt;trash&lt;/strong&gt;, or a &lt;strong&gt;puppet&lt;/strong&gt;, cause whatever you can do, they can too. And that &lt;strong&gt;He is always watching&lt;/strong&gt;. And no, i'm not referring to only you and your boyfriend/girlfriend. To your &lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt;, dad, sisters, brothers, everyone. Not necessarily the one(:&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3483029599941662557?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3483029599941662557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3483029599941662557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3483029599941662557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3483029599941662557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/03/everythings-first.html' title='everything&apos;s first.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-9093039609524026188</id><published>2009-02-26T19:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:26:26.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing with the babes!</title><content type='html'>as promised, or not, haha pictures of yesterdayy. wow wow weeeeeeee! enjoy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss farah and miss dineesha, otw to parkway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072634675656946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaCcXMJ-PI/AAAAAAAABUU/kuIhi9O-25g/s320/P2250587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aishah and obviously me. who else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072637038249890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaCcf_cR6I/AAAAAAAABUM/XAAL0Xw2MhM/s320/P2250585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;three princesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072625751491026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaCb18eAdI/AAAAAAAABUE/95q_QGOvQlE/s320/P2250588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and dinee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072298023960674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaCIxEIwGI/AAAAAAAABT8/e_bQyhmzD_U/s320/P2250590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'okayy what the hell. i should just smile.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072300035217010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaCI4jqFnI/AAAAAAAABTs/4nyhI7JgZa8/s320/P2250591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wth. that explains the face. haha two cameras in front and i didnt notice-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072301351413874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaCI9ddqHI/AAAAAAAABT0/BW2nlF1lzGw/s320/P2250592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aishah cinderella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072299537728242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaCI2tDAvI/AAAAAAAABTk/pBJuMH51Gf8/s320/P2250593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'and there's the.. O. M. G THERE'S A FREAKING BIRD UP THERE!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307072294632544690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaCIkbj2bI/AAAAAAAABTc/clt_GLeoQK0/s320/P2250596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha my ugly face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307071783758466802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaBq1RsDvI/AAAAAAAABTU/RBd0EWUlSpQ/s320/P2250597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;cinderella and snow white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307071780831134834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaBqqXwhHI/AAAAAAAABTM/UxPpD4ktHWw/s320/P2250598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307071774822630754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaBqT_OBWI/AAAAAAAABTE/GeJA8ufOZ5E/s320/P2250602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307071773263950162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaBqOLmcVI/AAAAAAAABS8/IW6ES0xtj-M/s320/P2250604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a failed attempt.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065669484511234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ8G71LgAI/AAAAAAAABSs/j9nx43ZMKsI/s320/P2250606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;now you see me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065668528490402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ8G4RPx6I/AAAAAAAABSk/cjluHvij-cY/s320/P2250618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;now you don't. ready or not. im gonna.... errr hi-5 channel changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065668381577746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ8G3uOEhI/AAAAAAAABSc/Vjq_5G_Q8GA/s320/P2250617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;snow white. the fairest of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065663833634114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ8Gmx59UI/AAAAAAAABSU/AiyI2w_aeN0/s320/P2250624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;belle. belle has big hair, and so does she(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065665730590754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ8Gt2LOCI/AAAAAAAABSM/L50GumF7qbU/s320/P2250631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cinderella. she prefers to be called, sasha fierce. macam pa eh aishah. fierce tak mati punye xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307071764286594098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaBpsvO3DI/AAAAAAAABS0/QbBlJ9EHZIw/s320/P2250629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love them&lt;333&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065038877576130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ7iOoxS8I/AAAAAAAABRs/5GenX6R_AoQ/s320/P2250639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065038669412274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ7iN3I97I/AAAAAAAABR0/lnWwg7SWRBc/s320/P2250640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065039728082946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ7iRzjAAI/AAAAAAAABR8/2HXTyMfwWbs/s320/P2250643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065037445929586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ7iJTcGnI/AAAAAAAABRk/HXz2VcBAvEM/s320/P2250620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last picture of the dayy. final conclusion? i dont know, you tell me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065042580225506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaZ7icbjPeI/AAAAAAAABSE/ODAe-Tby0HM/s320/P2250650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there i see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one two three,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they once helped me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be a girl with glee(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha crappy piece of 4 lines up there. merepek jgn layan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-9093039609524026188?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/9093039609524026188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=9093039609524026188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/9093039609524026188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/9093039609524026188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/02/outing-with-babes.html' title='outing with the babes!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaaCcXMJ-PI/AAAAAAAABUU/kuIhi9O-25g/s72-c/P2250587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8337073312088023705</id><published>2009-02-25T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:53:51.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 3 princesses.</title><content type='html'>haha omg how kental can i be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but first of all, YEAR 1 is OFFICIALLY done and done((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you people should see me in the sports hall in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too stressed until i couldn't find my seat. which was right in front and under my nose when we entered. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha and thus, cell bio was a BOMB i tell you. good thing i studied and actually remembering most of the things that were tested in quiz 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306692088018106418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaUoVoax-DI/AAAAAAAABRM/l52-QI6f--k/s320/disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinee, aishah and farah. the three disney princesses(: okayy so random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after the exams ended, parkway-ed and had banquet's mee sua soup for lunch. and guess who i saw there? NURUL AISYAH JUFERI lah sia! haha O. M. G. that woman! we were practically jumping and shouting and her schoolmates were looking at us. haha oh yessssss, liyana was there too. wahh so long nv see her in person, always see her in pictures, so pretty! in fact both of them look as pretty as last time(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayy okayy getting on with lunch, planned to koreke[my term of karaoke] but too bad the one at roxy square didnt have malay songs. so yeahhh planned planned planned, finally decided to watch slumdog millionaire. it's a damn good show i tell you. a good twist to the story. haha should try watching it okayy(:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306694998507414498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaUq_C1gY-I/AAAAAAAABRU/c6CuAwzNehg/s320/slumdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;plans for the next 52 days of holiday. work, koreke, baking/movie marathon at farah's, clean room, paint room, laptop[obviously], room shopping, class chalet, and of course, seeing dearest di like alot! so yeah that's basically it for the next 52 days. i hope i get a job like soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha tomorrow((: yessah. sleeping like a pig, waking up late, seeing di, slacking shit, my own movie marathon at home. nyehehehehe. and of course, none other than to entertain cheeky haikal at home for the next 52 days which will be-.- a mother's job that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next movie will be 'confessions of a shopaholic'. HAHA. for people like us makciks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306701422644594674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaUw0-nKh_I/AAAAAAAABRc/8LsTh_tNHK8/s320/confessions+of+a+shopaholic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye suckers. go enjoy the holidays(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8337073312088023705?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8337073312088023705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8337073312088023705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8337073312088023705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8337073312088023705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-princesses.html' title='the 3 princesses.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaUoVoax-DI/AAAAAAAABRM/l52-QI6f--k/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6862766875488631421</id><published>2009-02-24T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:35:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe sorry because it's exam week, hadn't been online for ermmm a week or so. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha so yeaaaah it's been as per normal. laughing, studying, packing, cramming, joking, eating, snacking, cheers-ing, and what more can i sayy. it paid off. tomorrow's the last paper for us. CELL BIOLOGY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O. M. G. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like seriously hello. haha heck lah heck lah. oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week was terrible. late nights= being alone= losing coins in the stupid toilet bowl= being mad= crying. haha. but no, i had a very jolly well good reason to cry. don't ask why. eh rhymes ah! thank you girls for being there when i need you guys. thank you for telling me it's gonna be okayy. thank you to di too for listening to me cry over the phone[haha!] and what nots. giving me the motivation to study too and not give up hope. thank you guys i love you! wooohooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayy did i mentioned i lost my coin in the toilet bowl? when i was alone, had no money in my card and that was my only coin left? haha i was seriously dead lah if there wasn't fariza amjad and candy in school still. tsk. thanks eh minah for being silly and clumsy. well i learnt the hard wayy both doesn't go that well. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, bmic was good on friday. totally good. hpi was errrm pathetic for my last question. maths was a wonderful bliss! and cell bio. errr let's wait till i have the time to update again kayy(: haha. di has been good too. haha. cute little texts= seeing minah smiling wide= mad minah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so that doesn't hinder me from cramming my head. biliver comes to free bilirubin added to glucoronic acid becomes conjugated.. kayy whatever shit it is, i'm gonna rock the whole karaoke box thing tmr after exams! YESSAH bodoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some fairly overdued pictures. haha.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaPMhHs8puI/AAAAAAAABRE/8txPZA9X9wM/s1600-h/DSC08648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306309655347898082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaPMhHs8puI/AAAAAAAABRE/8txPZA9X9wM/s320/DSC08648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306309657533828194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaPMhP2HTGI/AAAAAAAABQ8/IY86995WmKs/s320/DSC08646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306309652951861890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaPMg-xsCoI/AAAAAAAABQ0/YqW1CkhOGNQ/s320/DSC08615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306309647536691394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaPMgqmnGMI/AAAAAAAABQs/--KULyr1UuI/s320/DSC08618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6862766875488631421?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6862766875488631421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6862766875488631421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6862766875488631421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6862766875488631421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/02/exam-week.html' title='exam week.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SaPMhHs8puI/AAAAAAAABRE/8txPZA9X9wM/s72-c/DSC08648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-781448753034805209</id><published>2009-02-19T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:52:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stronger and better.</title><content type='html'>IN MY MIND, THE ONLY THING THAT BUGS ME IS TO BE STRONG. INSYALLAH, SHE'LL BE OKAYY(: I LOVE MY MOM&lt;3 please Allah make her recover fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s updates will be sooooooooooooonnnnn. i hate exams i hate exams. who doesn't? okayyy yessah will see di tmr((((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-781448753034805209?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/781448753034805209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=781448753034805209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/781448753034805209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/781448753034805209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/02/stronger-and-better.html' title='stronger and better.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4882922809734956074</id><published>2009-02-13T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:32:24.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the eve of valentines. if there ever was one.</title><content type='html'>had no school todayy. and it was last minute. regretted waking up at 10.&lt;br /&gt;haha woke up, the first thing was to reread the last text di sent me(: decided to reply after 5 times rereading it. and then went online before bathing. aminah kopet siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha webcam-ed with the boyy and yeahhh went to sch at 1. was late as usual, cause the boyy kacau-ed me from getting ready. wahlau ehhhhhhhhh. eheh and sorry dineeeeee for taking alot of time, but not as long as the nenek ehh. haha! dinee did something very sweeeeet for us todayy/yesterday. a letter, 3 cookies, and all done out of love. thank you dinee, for being my friend, for sharing stories, for listening to me. never in my life did i have a person, whom i really gave all my trust to[other than the boyy that is] and to whom did i complained, envied or made jealous of. the letter touched my heart, eventhough i laughed like mad the first time round, you know i know darling. haha! and yeahh thank you for all the efforts in the yummy yummy cookies and the neatest handwritten letter from you. hahaha! sorry babeeeee. krazy dj mix reggaeton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting to farah, thank you too love for being there to be our nenek, to be our teacher and to be our wisest darling ever. when we were down or had some troubles, you never failed to make us all think really hard about it and make us feel confident. the joyous moments shared till the end of time. not forgetting, the person who always studies DAMMMMMMMMN last minute, but still does the best amongst us four. and this time round you need to study hard when you're in BMT alright, no more miss last minute or or miss im gonna be freaking late like an hour late. haha! tsk. and farah you are a genius! haha(: i love you babe, the fairest of all. being pretty and a genius is hard you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly aishah, our dear kakak. first of all. WELL DONE for the DIAN production a while ago. fantastic job what with the 'kerek' face, the happy-go-lucky makcik went garang for awhile, i lost my focus on the video for abit. haha. but yeahhh nice moves kakak! hahaha. oh wells back to my story, even though i always make you angry or anything, you know i do that because i want to test you. hahaha macam faham. no lah. basically cause i tak sengaje, and cause i didnt really consider you a sensitive person[i mean in a gd wayy]. but yeahhh. the first time i saw you, haha 'MINAH ALERT' but yeahhh it went on good and up till now we're sharing secrets and stuff. don't ever feel too old to be young(: and be pretty always, go on with the dancing passion, we'll always give support for upcoming events okayy sayang! i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy well the last thing i want to sayy here is, that i'll call di tonight, sayy things that i have always wanted to and clear my mind of it. haha taaa people.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and a happy valentine's dayy to all of you((((:&lt;br /&gt;please girls don't cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4882922809734956074?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4882922809734956074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4882922809734956074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4882922809734956074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4882922809734956074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/02/eve-of-valentines-if-there-ever-was-one.html' title='the eve of valentines. if there ever was one.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6840963196120380460</id><published>2009-02-09T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:51:23.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria's Secret.</title><content type='html'>haha won't sayy much, just a hello how are you from me. plus the dream of strangling a person in particular, other than that, it's an ILOVEYOU from me. haha. to whom you may wonder, but obviously other than The Boyy, as in THE Boyy, to which it extends to MARDIANA MARZUKI, IZZAT HASHIM the bestest kiddboyy, the MAKCIKS(: and of course the usual school crowd. heee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much saved from that, EELD's due date is tmr and yahh yahh it's undone. haha cause flash couldnt be opened. -british accent- &lt;em&gt;bloody hell! &lt;/em&gt;haha. okayy okayy, not the time to panic for tmr. i feel fineeee seriously. oohhhh yes. no BMIC LAB tmr! woohoooo. means 11 o'clock in school to finish up tmr. nyehnyehnyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much loved, or not, none other than Aminah, no other person. haha bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FULL MOON TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had a dream last night we, drove out to see Las Vegas(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. keep the flame burning high, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i love you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6840963196120380460?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6840963196120380460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6840963196120380460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6840963196120380460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6840963196120380460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/02/victorias-secret.html' title='Victoria&apos;s Secret.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-545987084873176607</id><published>2009-02-07T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:06:22.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAG(:</title><content type='html'>sorry for the reaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllyyyyy lack lack lack lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;a beg your pardon my people. HAHA wtv.&lt;br /&gt;and so on the monday of this week, school starts as per normal(:&lt;br /&gt;missing that boyy shits is one thing, missing the makciks is another.&lt;br /&gt;the school crowd is also another.&lt;br /&gt;haha so yeahhh havent been doing much lately except for the EELD project-ing on tuesday, french roleplay was damn awesome i tell you and the cell bio quiz, as always, sucked the hell out of me. yes that thursday was really shit. couldnt complete 3 bloody questions and yeah about the last one, don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;well lucky for me, dinee had her perfume leak on my notebook on friday. yessah! hehe you know what i mean dinee(:&lt;br /&gt;VICTORIA'S SECRET is a must for me to smell every single day. before i sleep, when i wake up, when i go to school, when i'm talking to that one and of course every other moment. haha! plus plus smoke smell on clothes from the mosquito coil burnt at home every single night, there you go, the combination to the most dearly anticipated smell ever on earth, the boyy of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy stop the blabber. on with todayy, saturday the 7th, on and kept upbeat, well todayy is the MAG collaboration. yeah the event was awesome, satisfied with the food nira brought(: minus the hot oil splatter on my hand and the upmost disgusting ever looking popiah on earth, it was a damn good meal i tell you. the sisterhood is closer than ever and well yeah basically the dayy was damn real good. from the dances to the shows to the game to the food to the cake, even to the last drop of drink. well enough said, we had our share of laughter for the dayy. so for pictures, must be clever enough to search for it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daa~ i missmissmissmiss dee and of course di. hahaha dah lah enough enough enough things said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-545987084873176607?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/545987084873176607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=545987084873176607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/545987084873176607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/545987084873176607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/02/mag.html' title='MAG(:'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-902279907293847894</id><published>2009-02-01T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:01:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderous.</title><content type='html'>1ST FEBRUARY 2009.&lt;br /&gt;lets see how it will go.&lt;br /&gt;aminah minah, kau pelan pelan kayuh sua!&lt;br /&gt;taaaaaa(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-902279907293847894?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/902279907293847894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=902279907293847894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/902279907293847894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/902279907293847894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderous.html' title='wonderous.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-2014481458667393954</id><published>2009-02-01T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:37:31.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!</title><content type='html'>haha wahlau ehhhh. the day started off gloomy-__________-&lt;br /&gt;waited for aishah to finish her training and off to the shops to buy ham and cheese for dinee darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-ed to farah's house and waited like 1hr+ for that makcik to bathe and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;haha meanwhile, aishah and i did prettily stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;singing to electropop and video-ing ourselves. haah sorry aishah i dont do these kinda things haha! thats why i not supportive. sorry makcik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh this i must sayy! aishah got pissed off with farah. firstly, because she took dammmmmmmmmmnnnn long to siap, until aishah played with her makeup. secondly, haha she needed the toilet but didn't want to go up cause farah's family were there. so she had to suppress her pee till east coast. and she walked damn fast. well this will be the only times when you see aishah walking very fast, faster than me who already walks damn fast, when she reaaaaally needs the toilet. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so yeahhh reached around 6. and both girls went ahead. i hid behind trees, and running from one to another. EH DINEE TIRED YOU KNOW! you lahh dont want to face the other side. make me kanchiong only tsk! and then from behind i came, closing her eyes catching my breath and not wanting to speak cause it's like a surprise? duhh. obviously she knew i was there lahhh. who could be the other person with farah and aishah eh? ahha. awwww and pretty pretty princess dinee cried. HAHA. sorry lahhh i had to lie.. my mom actually allowed me to go. haha and sorry cause i had to go off before even the cake came. you know my parents lah right. and dinee had her second busted of the dayy from fariza and gang((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and so the parents picked me up at 9.30. sorry aishah cause u had to call your dad to pick you up cause i had to go off earlier than i thought-_________- nevermind. hope you people enjoyed yourselves yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy now i gtg meet didi for library. haha(: i miss that boyy shits so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-2014481458667393954?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/2014481458667393954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=2014481458667393954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2014481458667393954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/2014481458667393954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-babe.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8865421469927918532</id><published>2009-01-31T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:23:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>niu year.</title><content type='html'>haha sorry for the stupid lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;im a busy busy woman you see. busy or what.&lt;br /&gt;and so as you know, exams are coming in like 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;4 papers altogether. and as always, cell bio's the last. why?&lt;br /&gt;anyways, spent the chinese new year fantastically. well i think so.&lt;br /&gt;haha saturday was supposed to shop for the formal wear lah but changed plans. sister knew i was angry and she brought me to TM in the evening. haha!&lt;br /&gt;bought my blouse thanks to abg dani's treat and a pair of black shiny pumps. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, well erm spent the day at home. cousin slept over and yeah boring boring boring day at home. then came monday!&lt;br /&gt;woke up early. haha aku kan early bird, people? haha got food ready for the picnic. attttttt.. SILOSO! eggmayo sandwich, black pepper spaghetti, spring rolls. mmhmmm the food smelt nice in the kitchen. nyam nyam.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhh reached at around 10? and met the rest of the aunts, uncles, cousins, at 11-.- lost punye pasal.. MAK KAUUUUUUUUU BNYK BANGLAS SIOOL. stripping and stripping. kalau pakai other colours tu takpe, ini pakai the skin coloured spandex. IDIOTS.&lt;br /&gt;haha so ate nasi lemak, chicken wing, fishball. mhmmmm. and then beach volleyball! haha i sucked at serving, seriously. i sucked even at passing the ball to the rest. haha so basically, i suck sheeeeeeet at beach volley. haha an hour in the sun standing, cooled off in the cold cold cold waters around one. haha semua pandai. da tau panas lagi tak letak sunblock. and then kene sunburn. haha! pandai punye pandai. so yeahh got home around 7 and was freaaaaaking tired and sleepy. the fact that my skin started to peel and i got darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, met up with the makciks for the presentation rehearse. macdonald-ed at coffeebean with the ultimate[that thing is disgusting i swear] and yeah started on the speeches. limit limit 5 minutes of talking.&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaaaah everyone was busy memorising their lines, we forgot it was already 6. and haha by the time we went off, it was 6.30. haha so yeahhh. heart was thumping like _______ the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and came the next day. presentation. comm skills lagi. benci sihh! and i swear i looked like boy in shoes. eeeee so ermm girl. haha but the whole thing went smoothly. there were no extra people in the lt thank god. haha. and yeahh as usual the rest of the weeks went by on routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before i forget..&lt;br /&gt;DINEEEEEEEEEEE A HAPPY 18TH TO YOU MAKCIK(((:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO! haha. have fun at the pit okayy.. sorry all of us couldnt come.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i wanted to go like alottttt but my mom couldnt let me go ): sorry makcikk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8865421469927918532?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8865421469927918532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8865421469927918532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8865421469927918532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8865421469927918532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/01/niu-year.html' title='niu year.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-754515873436796823</id><published>2009-01-24T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:51:15.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring ring ring.</title><content type='html'>let the pictures talk, like how pigs fly. haha idiot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294854623924248434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsaOiRW33I/AAAAAAAABOk/2CvaAQ5STfo/s320/DSC08456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294854624563759218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsaOkp1CHI/AAAAAAAABOs/Flo7HMeVxTU/s320/DSC08457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294855570294295474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsbFnxjy7I/AAAAAAAABPM/e5q85-0y4PA/s320/DSC08464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294854629130913538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsaO1quRwI/AAAAAAAABO0/TyLBIvvHlmg/s320/DSC08458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294854628988647154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsaO1IzdvI/AAAAAAAABPE/H1YcwjPSlu0/s320/DSC08463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294854631116997314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsaO9EPgsI/AAAAAAAABO8/UQM-3WMS7mk/s320/DSC08460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294855572071218434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsbFuZNfQI/AAAAAAAABPU/BzUPS9KG-SY/s320/DSC08466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294855570230569842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsbFniXa3I/AAAAAAAABPg/CArjezaYUBc/s320/DSC08467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294855575349824754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsbF6m5DPI/AAAAAAAABPs/Z2_HXJW8eK0/s320/DSC08470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294855576916726866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsbGAceFFI/AAAAAAAABP4/tuvMLwpyHnY/s320/DSC08481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294856723180354434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXscIunA-4I/AAAAAAAABQc/IKPEIDqBx30/s320/DSC08477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294856704325081394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXscHoXkWTI/AAAAAAAABQE/uIyU48fdvLk/s320/DSC08482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294856717137444530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXscIYGRfrI/AAAAAAAABQU/1o6wqnMlDpA/s320/DSC08493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;courtesy of miss farah aqilah. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294856710958668946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXscIBFI3JI/AAAAAAAABQM/uc_hJUsgXEA/s320/DSC08483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-754515873436796823?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/754515873436796823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=754515873436796823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/754515873436796823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/754515873436796823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring-ring-ring.html' title='boring ring ring.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXsaOiRW33I/AAAAAAAABOk/2CvaAQ5STfo/s72-c/DSC08456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3938728391259541376</id><published>2009-01-17T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:01:12.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatev.</title><content type='html'>remind me: FRENCH roleplay, EELD major project, CSAS presentation, 4 EXAMS, another 90hrs of lab i heard.&lt;br /&gt;what more can i ask for? thanks, but no thanks. ive had enough. but maybe just one more bit.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA im leaving in self denial here. go figure then.&lt;br /&gt;and to mardiana marrrrrrrrrrjjjjjuuuuki. ill explain later. not now, but later once ive known that its true and im not getting my hopes up for nothing((:&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3938728391259541376?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3938728391259541376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3938728391259541376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3938728391259541376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3938728391259541376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/01/whatev.html' title='whatev.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-7541016637478269512</id><published>2009-01-16T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:28:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not our option.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292167654789070578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXGOcWODvvI/AAAAAAAABOA/LtXgC1vjUfg/s320/IMG_9921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165289392853026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXGMSqbp0CI/AAAAAAAABN4/HbRC4rgcNC4/s320/DSC08033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165282904000754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXGMSSQlyPI/AAAAAAAABNw/epPqzaKha6M/s320/IMG_9856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;todayy. is the dayy. haha fridayy!&lt;br /&gt;HPI lab was cool and fun. haha. spin the chair practical and see how the eyes move, the touch sensors, the eye degree, everything. was a niceeee lab. ended at 10.40, lunched and library-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that lab practical, it's exceptional cause it's a sad dayy all the wayy. the emotion, everything. sigh. don't give us false hopes. it hurts alot. especially to the people who actually appealed. but then all of you didnt give a damn about it. just think about our feelings. it doesnt even take 5minutes. the reason you gave was what? that you've gone through the appeals? yes that's true, but it doesn't make a difference cause you can sayy all of it and you are actually not doing it. please, we all know the trick. comparing to the o level results? you tell me that for what? that's like almost a year ago. it doesn't matter now. for all to those that appealed, it mattered alot. you didn't see the tears shed, you didn't see the emotions , and you didn't even see how hard it was for these people to accept the fact. the fact that you said you were going to look through, read case by case, you kept their hopes up high. and then when you turn your back, you said it was &lt;strong&gt;fair&lt;/strong&gt; to not let anyone get transferred cause if one does get transferred, everyone should get a chance.what was that? i mean like what the heck. not even 3 or 5 out of the 14? it's just 14. it's just an extra half a class. what difference would it make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, whatever. i know it's none of my business cause i wasn't the one who appealed, but still, it affects the whole lot of us. it is our friends that we care for. the majority would even agree i think, just to let like a few people pass through? even if it means only one. i mean like of course there &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; people who stood out from the rest? but you just whatever-ed them. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to dinee, we know how much you wanted to go for bmt, but i guess it's just fate. you can still depend on any of us to teach, we can work like last time i promise.&lt;br /&gt;farah, true, it won't be the same without you in pst, but life has go on, you've gotten the choice, to pursue your dreams. we still have our cds together right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we can study together, we can become drunkards at coffeebean together! i mean we still can celebrate birthdays and stuff, go shopping. just the timing and the subjects that would be different. that's all((:&lt;br /&gt;and lastly to aishah, even though all of us are greatly affected, you stayed strong and did not show your sad emotions to us. i know, lets just hope we still have classes together alright((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we can help each other. we can still love each other. and that's the reason why im still surviving. the reason why i still can keep studying. it's because of you guys, really. the source of motivation and hope. to succeed together and keep us from falling. the bottom line is. I STILL LOVE YOU GUYS. to eternity and beyond. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292163857066223730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXGK_SmX6HI/AAAAAAAABMw/WaSwuTJUx6g/s320/DSC07052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292165279779532290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXGMSGnqLgI/AAAAAAAABNo/w14iZiZQzTQ/s320/IMG_9915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292163869091292322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXGK__ZX5KI/AAAAAAAABNI/Kq_Wfip3tdY/s320/DSC07195.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;now this is what i call eternal love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292163868809865906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXGK_-WRqrI/AAAAAAAABNQ/jGoJ9O2L6zI/s320/DSC07148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;kambing, 'close your eyes, give me your hand..'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;banana, 'do you feel my heart beating, do you understand..'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;skinny, 'do you feel the same? or am i only dreaming..'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rocher[ro-sheyyy], 'is this burning, an eternal flame..' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-7541016637478269512?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/7541016637478269512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=7541016637478269512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7541016637478269512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7541016637478269512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-our-option.html' title='its not our option.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SXGOcWODvvI/AAAAAAAABOA/LtXgC1vjUfg/s72-c/IMG_9921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4672379710525834062</id><published>2009-01-14T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:08:18.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>library!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha had a good dayy todayy. bmic lecture was fast. haha groggy fast. cause dinee and i were doing csas haha! after that came csas. tsk the presentation sucks like whut like that. the rest of school went sheeeeeety. and i mean real sheeet for maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but its okayy! cause after that met hafiz and his cousin(((: he was appealing for the jpsae dae thingy, so yeahh i accompanied them to the audi. his cousin looks damnnnnnnnnn familiar i tell you. kfc-ed, saw rizwan[sp?] on the wayy at mccafe, and saw azri work! haha talked to him for awhile, he seems happy cause he passed. yay! haha he said, '........aku pass yahoo!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeahh went to the library, his cousin had to see her friend so yeahh. seriously, 2 hours wasnt enough. haha we talked about stuff. random stuff, crappy stuff, all sorts. in the end, i got tired. and my wrist hurt. haha took some pictures and yeahh well back home. borrowed a book! but i cant remember what is the title, so hmmm yeah that's all i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pictures? let it be personal(((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dahhhhhh im so not looking forward for french lah tomorrowwwwwww. sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeets. hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4672379710525834062?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4672379710525834062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4672379710525834062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4672379710525834062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4672379710525834062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/01/library.html' title='library!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-5930587789794312497</id><published>2009-01-13T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:12:52.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell-ish.</title><content type='html'>ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;school's taking a toll on me!&lt;br /&gt;the smelly people around, labs, the smelly toilet, exams coming soon, i've got my own problems no doubt and i still have the time to enjoy the hours spent on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;the boys in class fight endlessly everyday, i tried to shout for them to stop, but they're just kids you see. simply kids.&lt;br /&gt;and just yst, during cell bio, the whole class was practically calling each other. haha funny! and who the hell started it? none other than our makciks, Farah Aqilah and Nor Aishah. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh this i must tell!&lt;br /&gt;i tried to con, well managed to eventually, mr rong jie, who apparently was sleeping in the 2 hr lectures yst. he prolly was groggy or sth and he saved my number[well i dont know!], so when i called[obviously my name appeared on the screen] he shot up from his sleeping position, stood up and walked out of the door. to answer my prank call. ahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he did answer mind you! and all the more, i shouldn't laugh and try to sound like some serious woman, he might have heard the whole class in the background and went in, gave me the 'WTF, why did you call me' face. HAHA. mad dogs lah these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad people. even the chinese girls behave waaaaaaaaayy better. except for one. or two. or four haha includes me that is(((((:&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, i suck haha and i hafta stop swearing for a dayy now. haha it's crap i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooohhh dear. of course, i miss haha none other than _______. the best of the best. you'll agree with me if you know this one!&lt;br /&gt;nevermind then, endless journeys to the canteen, sweets actually don't keep me awake. it's the work of these people that does! haha irony, true enough. but it's the best medication to keep me alive during cell bio lectures! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was result-taking dayy. omg. seriously, i feel insanely traumatised when zat told me. was gonna cry at one point of time lah. but didn't. imma strong girl okayy! i mean tomboy i guess. haha so yeahhh i hope he's okayy now and i hope he can get over it(: just make the best out of what he got and strive for the better. insyallah. haha and zat, you know i love you kiddo. and you know i'll always be there. in fact, ive been there for like forever. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy i suck. and yay!!!!! tomorrow will be library dayy yay. heeeee i always cannot wait for library days and the thrill of burrying myself in books. oh the pleasure(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-5930587789794312497?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/5930587789794312497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=5930587789794312497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;met aishah at the bustop 12.15.&lt;br /&gt;headed down to school.&lt;br /&gt;on a saturday. pfft. what kind of an excuse is that mannnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, cause farah's performing her silat and and i wana get balloons from the open house.&lt;br /&gt;plus[again] zat said he was coming down, so yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;and yes i saw him. he tried to run away from me. i tell you that boyy ahhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;he and his friend. he didnt recognize me cause i was wearing tudung whutttttt.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm. the fact that that monster tried to run away.&lt;br /&gt;tskkkkkkkkkk. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha but silat was cool lah!&lt;br /&gt;as dinee would sayy, 'action action only'&lt;br /&gt;but yeahhh overall there wasnt anybody in school. all like sheeeeet sia.&lt;br /&gt;when silat came everyone crowded the whole plaza area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh yst's performance sucked the shit outta me cause like no one came to watch and we were soft, but besides that, congrats to amirah and 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7887146986739405077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/7887146986739405077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/01/blurry-saturdays.html' title='blurry saturdays.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-3788392895191585976</id><published>2009-01-03T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:40:35.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glee or geli?</title><content type='html'>haha as u can read from the title itself,&lt;br /&gt;this post can be sort of concluded into 2 basic words.&lt;br /&gt;glee or geli. duhh.&lt;br /&gt;haha glee, cause everything's fine(: i mean in terms of the last post and school and the upcoming open house event. glee also because of the joy to see the makciks again. everyday. yes IRONY, it is definitely for sure.&lt;br /&gt;geli, being the reason that the stupid pakcik will be seen in school too everyday. wahhhh i am serious about this! we had training in the afternoon todayy and then what do you expect us to do? so we sang lah then skali, one of them went, 'eh ade peminat setia ah!![eh loyal fan lah!]' and so all of us looked up and were disgusted. i mean really DISGUSTED when we saw who the sentence meant. the stupid pakcik. damn irritating or what!&lt;br /&gt;okayy kayy enough of that. performance will be on friday the 9th of january 2008. ehhh wait. no, it's 2009. and it's at 4pm(((: spectators are totally welcomed! wooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayykayy that's it then.&lt;br /&gt;sheeeeeeeeet i forgot about EELD's blog and and cellb project presentation and stupid CSAS impromptu speech. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! i hate speeches. ass-wipe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3788392895191585976?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3788392895191585976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3788392895191585976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3788392895191585976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/3788392895191585976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/01/glee-or-geli.html' title='glee or geli?'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-1771572672198567729</id><published>2009-01-01T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:45:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siti Aminah Bte Mohamed Arsad. well she has some things to sayy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286325539723522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVzNEfpLsZI/AAAAAAAABMQ/K6DZhicN8lE/s320/DSC07330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most loved, supportive family(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286325533165527650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVzNEHNoomI/AAAAAAAABMI/0UZJXjAL5ko/s320/IMG_9116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the makciks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286325527772184098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVzNDzHwviI/AAAAAAAABMA/7W4anfU5_T4/s320/DSC07148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;sayang(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286326446715671154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVzN5Sc9knI/AAAAAAAABMY/X8-4aH7esxw/s320/DSC08293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;new year has come. '08 is now gone. soon it will be far far away. and yes, no doubt the past years have been the same. but last year's was different. truthfully and honestly, the best batch of kiddies in tp and and they're all cool[in a way]. neither would i forget graduation or prom or result taking. they're all in the past. priceless moments that can't be rewinded. last year's birthday for me was a blast too, including the makcik's(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all thanks to the makciks, mardiana marzuki, izzat hashim, the family, and yes someone special. special, but i doubt we'll be talking for a few weeks, or rather months. don't ask why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the tears shed, the emotions spread, everything will change. 2009 will be a better year for me, for my family, for the makciks and even for that someone. if he's reading this right now, im glad to have you and and the times texting and calling, thank you for every word, but i just wouldn't let it past so easy. i know, i have my own flaws and this and that but the thing is, you just gave me hope. the hope of getting something in return of what i gave. but it just didn't turn out to be great. just another failure. well, that's life. i can't and won't simply cry over it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;errm what else, oh yes. did i sayy that 2009 will be a goooooooood year ahead? full of smiles. i won't let anything be a barrier for me to laugh how hard i want to. cause it's just too short to spend time dwelling and stuff, life is too short to make the same mistakes over and over again i guess. well makciks, if i do, slap me. bring it on. cause im definitely positive and confident i won't let anything ruin this year. insyallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love my life, how it is, whether it's gonna screw up it will be up to me. no one will or shall control it and tell me what nots about myself. self-confidence is the key. oh allah please make me a better person, please make me stronger person((: not forgetting, i love my makciks too! oh yes and the monsterssssssss and mardiana marzuki alotttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;obsessive, posessive, agressive, but STRONG and PROGESSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;insyallah for the better of the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;p.s. don't assume i'll forget easily. cause once it happened, it will be there forever. trust me(: no grudges because why? i still miss you. haha lame! it's okayy if you don't. i know i have great ambitions. haha don't worry if you don't cause ill get over it sooner or later. and no. i dont stalk. neither do i take revenge. it's just wishes. haha bloody wishes.  at any rate, we are just friends. as u said?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286326452464136930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVzN5n3gMuI/AAAAAAAABMg/XsOMRXq82_4/s320/DSC07868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yours truly, yet again, Siti Aminah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-1771572672198567729?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/1771572672198567729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=1771572672198567729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1771572672198567729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1771572672198567729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='&apos;09'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVzNEfpLsZI/AAAAAAAABMQ/K6DZhicN8lE/s72-c/DSC07330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-5568795619645724249</id><published>2008-12-31T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:42:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's eve.</title><content type='html'>what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;bmic lecture at 8. dr sim apparently took her holiday, either she's at home or she's in labour.&lt;br /&gt;haha so after that couldnt wait for csas to finish, although it hadnt start yet.&lt;br /&gt;and from cassandra to khai, they did their impromptu speech test.&lt;br /&gt;whoa pressure sehh.&lt;br /&gt;i was the time keeper. haha volunteer okayy!&lt;br /&gt;and the topics were like sheeeeeeeeeeeetsssss lahhh please.&lt;br /&gt;and and it was like urgh! i dont wana go for my turn nxt week. it's so nerve wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereafter, downtown-ed and worked on our hpi project. haha like finally!&lt;br /&gt;and yeahh it will be a simple one but nice((:&lt;br /&gt;it will it will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;as in NAICE. haha flip flaps all over.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh and had my peppermint white chocolate dream with dinee!&lt;br /&gt;yumyum. and and old chang kee and prima deli's seaweed thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yes. something utterly shitty happened. and no i'm not sad cause of that okayy. just that urgh! ahh nevermind. as i said, dont worry just nevermind abt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and so, after i had my coffee i felt sleepy. maybe sleepy-er than usual. sigh. coffee tricks to get to sleep ultra fast. but was WIDEEEEEE awake when aishah told the story of mat msia/sarawak/sabah[whatever okayy nirzuan and afham, it's still msia!-rolls eyes-] and watched the silent library video on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the umphteen time again after the days of orientation. haha whatev.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhh left at about 3+ and 17-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;sorry kiddos, i couldnt make it todayy, cause of the project's due date on friday and apparently all of us are lazy and will be too lazy to be punctual to do our upcoming projects.&lt;br /&gt;thank you and have a nice dayy.&lt;br /&gt;oh sheeeeeeeeeeeeets we did not camwhore todayy. farah lah! bring camera only but nv take pictures-___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha see you when i see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-5568795619645724249?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/5568795619645724249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=5568795619645724249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5568795619645724249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5568795619645724249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='new year&apos;s eve.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-4907835790515285935</id><published>2008-12-29T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:03:19.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>null</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;COTTON FLOSS, STUPID PERIOD, POPCORN, STUPID PERIOD, PEPPERMINT, STUPID PERIOD, LOVE, PERIOD. enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-4907835790515285935?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/4907835790515285935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=4907835790515285935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4907835790515285935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/4907835790515285935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/null.html' title='null'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8008308560495440668</id><published>2008-12-28T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:43:54.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;how wonderful((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;school's starting tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh the irony. i love school but i hate school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha so yeahhhh cellb's still partially done for me, but hpi is still waaaaaayyy undone. paper's missing i tell you. like GONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeahh gaaaaaaaaaahh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nevermind. i'll be meeting everyone tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;especially farah aqilah bte norjula!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she's freaking missed haha cause she couldn't join the celebration we had on friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and yayyyyyyyyy she asked for an encore of it. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she better not jollywell miss her maths lectures again lah she. lazybum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeahh hepatic physio notes printed, tomorrow's outfit thought of, bag's still unpacked, the adrenalin rush is here, last term's notes over the place, and i'm still excited for tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope i don't meet that one tomorrow. and i hope MR will have a good dayy in sch tomorrow with firdaus and gang, his last term[and it's UNFAIR i tell you] cause he'll have the joy of working everyday till he's enlisted for ns. bloody hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and he still owes me a trip for the books. pfft. let's hope that'll be like soon over the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and aishah, karaoke? ohmygod. im broke and i can't sing for god's sake. how i wish money grows on the tree(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284835760020871650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVeCH5xTWeI/AAAAAAAABLw/HUw_vOmP9yI/s320/DSC08235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;catch me catch me catch me if you can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and p.s, you know i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8008308560495440668?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8008308560495440668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8008308560495440668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8008308560495440668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8008308560495440668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVeCH5xTWeI/AAAAAAAABLw/HUw_vOmP9yI/s72-c/DSC08235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-1331716306898873668</id><published>2008-12-26T22:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:13:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY SURPRISE I LIKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; picture of the dayy. i love them((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284122527636199282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT5cUFlF3I/AAAAAAAABKI/MGxkUdduZV8/s320/IMG_9885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy 17th to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284129424742564930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT_txz4REI/AAAAAAAABLg/nxCOR7NMAdo/s320/IMG_9854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;todayy was.AWESOME I TELL YOU AWESOME.firstly, i'd thought MR would forget but he just action only lahh this man. at 1am. tsk! and we talked like alotttttt yesterday.kamu, saya suka sekali. heeee.second, aishah and dinee lied to me. the whole thing about cannot make it last minute, go buy macdonald for her brother, uncle drift like damn good, cotton on, 9pm meeting someone, what the heck.tell me. what the heck. i believed all of it although we ran through aishah and farah's birthday like that. the same tectic. what the hell.ohmygod haha seriously i was damn blind. i didnt see aishah in front of macs and i was about to open the door when, 'HAPPY...'haha i was roaming around[seriously!] and teared abit. abit only ah. i strong girl okayy!so yeahhh the mac person, gave me a cuteeeeeeee balloon.then i cut the cake and they took out the wax. and it was a WATERMELON cake for god's sake!hahaha cool lahhhhhhhh. cause ive always wanted that kinda cake. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to eastpoint. i was jumping around! and like a small kid. seriously, ive never had this kinda surprise before hee(((: but too bad farah is in kl..and yeahhhhhhh dinner-ed at melleo's but zat wasnt there.left some cake cause it was soooooooooooo much and we headed to ehub next.coffeebean, what else((: but this time it was peppermint mocha. eew.camwhored. i mean alotttttttttttttttttttt. and yeahh we went home at 9.15((((:ohmy i just love this dayy and yesterdayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;picturesssssssssssssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284129967490794530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT2OC087eI/AAAAAAAABHw/tWz0gSkeDeQ/s320/IMG_9918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284117976718605442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT1TamRfII/AAAAAAAABHg/tUv4I9NdjFU/s320/IMG_9927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT1S0ZrcHI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6TVRf5IwV5c/s1600-h/IMG_9929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284117966465233010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT1S0ZrcHI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6TVRf5IwV5c/s320/IMG_9929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284116647602262962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT0GDQPk7I/AAAAAAAABG4/C4-glH-2xzs/s320/IMG_9964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284116644228747042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT0F2r7zyI/AAAAAAAABGw/ao9bAzdXG18/s320/IMG_9940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284116631202151730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT0FGKJvTI/AAAAAAAABGg/b6eTTF4e1_k/s320/IMG_9941.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284116636976737906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT0Fbq67nI/AAAAAAAABGo/DmbE4BygAwo/s320/IMG_9963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's never a priceless moment without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284116652928932450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT0GXGOGmI/AAAAAAAABHA/cInWWtSCnWM/s320/IMG_9884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. i love icewater very much! HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.p.s. you didn't remember. you called but didn't sayy it. urgh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha at the end of the dayy, we were happy COFFEE drunkards. aishah was the worst case. and i had been too groggy but was okayy after my bath(((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodnight my coffeedrunkards!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-1331716306898873668?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/1331716306898873668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=1331716306898873668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1331716306898873668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1331716306898873668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-surprise-i-like.html' title='BIRTHDAY SURPRISE I LIKE!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVT5cUFlF3I/AAAAAAAABKI/MGxkUdduZV8/s72-c/IMG_9885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-1603960592696184534</id><published>2008-12-25T18:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:19:48.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clapclap((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283680296818720882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNnPF6cQHI/AAAAAAAABFI/iosOf_GPyGc/s320/DSC08293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;favourite picture off the dayy(: i love them. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todayy really really really made my dayy. yay!&lt;br /&gt;haha in the morning, arnd 11+ had brunch with the family and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;at ermm hjh maimunah or sth.&lt;br /&gt;very fun! haha basically cause everyone was all about haikal and yeahh had some present giving.&lt;br /&gt;this month is like cik elah, cik wati, abg dani, dad and my birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess everyone had 3 gifts each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine was a nike bag from cik wati.&lt;br /&gt;a box of shower essentials from cik elah.&lt;br /&gt;and from kakak, a toffifee box and a jewellery cube.&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ive yet to meet up with the poly babes though. confirm fun like mad!&lt;br /&gt;yeahh so home at 1.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;opened up my presents and yeahh got ready for east coast,&lt;br /&gt;causssssseeeeeeeeeee it was time for MARDIANA MARZUKI and IZZAT HASHIM((:&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;was sucha happy kid i laughed all dayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yeahh sorry zat for the half hour wait )):&lt;br /&gt;and we sat at macdonalds eating their lunch and my chocolate mcflurry until like 3.45 i think.&lt;br /&gt;got so cold, zat was literally shaking lah!&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod this kid is so cute i tell you haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sat outside instead. took pictures(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then blabla mardiana wana see the break water.&lt;br /&gt;not 'break wind' okayy or or 'waterbreaker' haha.&lt;br /&gt;and it's 'pernah pernah!' and and 'gua tak gentar beb'.&lt;br /&gt;by zat. HAHA. its was damn funny i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i couldn't take it and ter-laughed hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablabla tak jadi go to the brak water because banyak aBANGS.&lt;br /&gt;walked back to the stupid 'bustop' and camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;whattheheck.&lt;br /&gt;and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures(((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MARDIANA MARZUKI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283680287933601010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNnOk0EFPI/AAAAAAAABE4/YRvdeymQd2k/s320/DSC08274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IZZAT HASHIM.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283680294838752018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNnO-iYUxI/AAAAAAAABFA/3k4iX_BtKSQ/s320/DSC08301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okayy errr zat is gay. heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283690037150476914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNwGDef6nI/AAAAAAAABGQ/YpnRgyATAjE/s320/DSC08295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tall boyy. okayy and it's very tak perlu picture of me-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283690033307810690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNwF1KVe4I/AAAAAAAABGI/2utViqmz29M/s320/DSC08291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suuuuwwweeeettttttt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283685707548938802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNsKCdDUjI/AAAAAAAABGA/h55Q7pwgVi8/s320/DSC08296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;posers. esp the one behind there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283685709502335858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNsKJuxy3I/AAAAAAAABF4/5tOvjtuqJjA/s320/DSC08298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;awwwwwwww((: i love this picture too please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNsJyUu6ZI/AAAAAAAABFw/9GIjrCMkeog/s1600-h/DSC08292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283685703219079570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNsJyUu6ZI/AAAAAAAABFw/9GIjrCMkeog/s320/DSC08292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   yes. no comments(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283685705494517906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNsJ6zPWJI/AAAAAAAABFo/U4d4njrU5E8/s320/DSC08284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;alamak handsome ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNsJsrfj1I/AAAAAAAABFg/-WaeKyt7cJk/s1600-h/DSC08273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283685701703929682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNsJsrfj1I/AAAAAAAABFg/-WaeKyt7cJk/s320/DSC08273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool effect! i love this woman to bitsssssssssss.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283680305011744114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNnPkbz3XI/AAAAAAAABFY/-qPSu_A3We0/s320/DSC08287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;anime eyes. oh freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNnPTyUC1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/ryt6aGzB0Vo/s1600-h/DSC08265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283680300542724946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNnPTyUC1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/ryt6aGzB0Vo/s320/DSC08265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohmygod i just love them lahhh. so sad when we had to part in the bus. tanah merah, simei and lastly my stop. lovely dayy it is. thank you, for the dayy, for the company, for the laughs, for the pictures. I LOVE YOU guys(((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and tomorrow, hahahahaha is 26th december for god's sake(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and zat wore my baju. hehehehe. k bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-1603960592696184534?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/1603960592696184534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=1603960592696184534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1603960592696184534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/1603960592696184534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/clapclap.html' title='clapclap((:'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVNnPF6cQHI/AAAAAAAABFI/iosOf_GPyGc/s72-c/DSC08293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6246986201755467161</id><published>2008-12-24T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:54:10.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suuweeeeeeeeeeet dayy(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVIF9ePQg6I/AAAAAAAABEw/hhfK4CuNBgI/s1600-h/DSC08167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283291866506232738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVIF9ePQg6I/AAAAAAAABEw/hhfK4CuNBgI/s320/DSC08167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;library-ed with dinee.&lt;br /&gt;like finally after like a freaking long week without the pleasure of reading a nice book.&lt;br /&gt;i know, nerd. so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;borrowed out 'under the duvet' and 'further under the duvet'.&lt;br /&gt;niiiiiiiiceeee i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;and so initially i wanted to borrow the books that silly smelly asked me to read.&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot the authors' names.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;haha so yeahhh obviously next time must go library with silly smelly.&lt;br /&gt;that'll be like next week, next year.&lt;br /&gt;anyways after library with dinee, we decided to go eat and then i can go home before training.&lt;br /&gt;decide decide decide, went to eastpoint. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;that gave me and idea at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;izzat hashim is working now. so can pop and sayy hi!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah we did.&lt;br /&gt;dinee POSB-ed and after that to see zat.&lt;br /&gt;sucha fine boyy he is. as always, and he still has short hair. nyahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dinee didn't want to eat at melleo's, so we went to bk.&lt;br /&gt;and i had my sundae pie(((:&lt;br /&gt;the sprite tasted like gassy barley, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;bleargh then yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh home at 5.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i didn't go straight to school huh. cause trainings todayy and tomorrow got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;school won't be opened to accomodate us. tsk ):&lt;br /&gt;and yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah guess what.&lt;br /&gt;zat called me after that and he has his break like now.&lt;br /&gt;like after i got home? what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;should've stayed, but nvm on a brighter note, if we talked todayy, there's nothing to talk about tomorrow lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo yay! i met dinee and zat todayy(:&lt;br /&gt;very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be brunch at 11am with the family and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;mardiana and zat will be later on at 2.30pm((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry babe cause i tak jadi buy the sleeve. susah payah kau pergi kedai tu and search for me. sorry eh. aku this week two times busted kau ): sorry..&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s silly smelly must work hard. and finish up the project fast. library library library!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6246986201755467161?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6246986201755467161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6246986201755467161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6246986201755467161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6246986201755467161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/suuweeeeeeeeeeet-dayy.html' title='suuweeeeeeeeeeet dayy(:'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SVIF9ePQg6I/AAAAAAAABEw/hhfK4CuNBgI/s72-c/DSC08167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-14502649558178891</id><published>2008-12-23T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:22:55.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.school.projects.birthdays.projects.MR.school.</title><content type='html'>awwwwwwwww sadly, i miss school.&lt;br /&gt;and farah aqilah.&lt;br /&gt;haha met nor aishah and dineesha mahtani in school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;haha dinee reached exactly at 2.36pm. the time when aishah the dayy before, anyhow said and she was LATE.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly met up for a project 'meeting' or rather 'wishing to start on the project'.&lt;br /&gt;buttttttttt, haha you've guessd it.&lt;br /&gt;we just vaguely talked about the thing. cellbio. pfft. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;haha but we split-ed the workload.&lt;br /&gt;and we were of shortage. haha so it looked as if one person one small little teeny weeny thing lah.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhhhhh. found out that the stupid wireless thingy changed.&lt;br /&gt;intended to go to the cyber. but met lutfi in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;and thank god he said the cyber was closed.&lt;br /&gt;and thank god he knows how to do back the thingy thing.&lt;br /&gt;and yay! mine worked but aishah's didn't. cause our configurations are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhh after we split the work, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;yes what a fruitful 2hrs spent in the school library huh.&lt;br /&gt;went home at 5. so aishah can have at least an hour at home before tarian.&lt;br /&gt;and dinee had some time to go to somerset too(:&lt;br /&gt;and i, basically went home to..? do nothing. and wait for MR.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice selenge busuk.&lt;br /&gt;very nice. don't come talking to me cause i'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're gay((:&lt;br /&gt;haha. GO DO PROJECT LAH. stay up late wake up late.&lt;br /&gt;work here work there.&lt;br /&gt;talk talk and then sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-14502649558178891?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/14502649558178891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=14502649558178891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/14502649558178891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/14502649558178891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/schoolschoolprojectsbirthdaysprojectsmr.html' title='school.school.projects.birthdays.projects.MR.school.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-5225559337520293496</id><published>2008-12-21T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:42:03.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIRPORT.</title><content type='html'>travelling alone sometimes is fun.&lt;br /&gt;especially when you're bugged with something.&lt;br /&gt;and you need a time alone. just alone.&lt;br /&gt;with strangers all around you. so if there's something funny, you could giggle to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;and that was what i handled with todayy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34-ed to the airport. listened to reggae on the wayy there.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah nothing much happened. nobody missed a step or had her skirt stuck bwtween her butt line.&lt;br /&gt;-chuckle chuckle- okayy stop it.&lt;br /&gt;sent kak yus off to london at 12.15pm to the departure gate.&lt;br /&gt;met up with her at about 11.40 and i had the chance to just sit around and read up my book.&lt;br /&gt;she bought her lock for the luggage and checked in.&lt;br /&gt;went down again and bought mr bean.&lt;br /&gt;we talked a whole lot i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean alot(:&lt;br /&gt;and she's the first to know too.&lt;br /&gt;im glad she was there to hear me out and yeahhh it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she told me about her dad, and her mom and her fat fat fat cat!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its nice to listen to other people too. but not everyday(:&lt;br /&gt;makes me sick you know. complain complain complain.&lt;br /&gt;irony haha gyeah. i complain too!&lt;br /&gt;complain a whole freaking lot to myself. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;nevermind about that then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;soccer and work. doesn't go. nahh uhh. cause it'll be reaaaaaaaally tiring and plus, you slept at like 2+ msn-ing and texting me and and finishing up your project? aww man you shouldn't have. but much appreciated though(: and you know something else? i miss you too. i miss talking to you.i know, you are scared you'll fail, i am too. we can work this out, i promise(:  i miss you teasing me and all. i miss everything about you. but as you said, 'you sleep, wake up. open your eyes, close. tau tau, i'll be done with work.' i know that but its like 10 hours of work for you. and i just want you to get home safe okayy. text me, thank you((: heh i know you want to accompany me to the library. then i'll wait for you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so yeah! that is todayy. boring. reached home at 2 and slept till like 5. i hate sundays. let's go out to the library before school starts and it'll be your last term too((: thereafter, we'll see how it will go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-5225559337520293496?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/5225559337520293496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=5225559337520293496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5225559337520293496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5225559337520293496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/airport.html' title='AIRPORT.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-8054303106946606215</id><published>2008-12-21T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:43:30.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING.</title><content type='html'>i've bought new shoes todayy(:&lt;br /&gt;ironically, it's the khaki colour. the same as my sneakers are.&lt;br /&gt;sighh.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. im still happy with it though.&lt;br /&gt;haha sister and i talked to uncle's brother, uncle bob and yeahh he didn't recognise us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister bought a jukebox radio. freeeeeaaaaaaaking cool!&lt;br /&gt;ate auntie anne's caramel almond. nice!&lt;br /&gt;but i like the sour cream and onion better(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i got a new bag and a pair of shoes this week.&lt;br /&gt;including a new dress too(:&lt;br /&gt;just when we came back from kl, shopping lagi.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhhhhhhh left with these for my birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;1. chicken ham and cheese bread and i want 2!&lt;br /&gt;2. a nice library outing with hehe you wont know who.&lt;br /&gt;3. i know it's priceless, but a night out with my babes.&lt;br /&gt;4. mardiana marzuki and little little monster!!&lt;br /&gt;5. my precious family(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and maybe some 'materials' that i cant think of now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe a dress? books? the whole library? i dont know. nyeeeeehheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-8054303106946606215?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/8054303106946606215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=8054303106946606215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8054303106946606215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/8054303106946606215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-bought-new-shoes-todayy-ironically.html' title='SHOPPING.'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-6896321901830513130</id><published>2008-12-19T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:43:56.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 18th!</title><content type='html'>todayy will be a nice dayy for MUHAMMAD FARHAN BIN YAZID(:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18TH BRO!&lt;br /&gt;haha okayy i sound kinda rude.&lt;br /&gt;anyways yeahhh hope you enjoy this dayy haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;i hoped to turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;somehow someway i did.&lt;br /&gt;but now. it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;and it's just you. at your own time, at my own time.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, you know i'll still be here.&lt;br /&gt;the same spot, the same wayy.&lt;br /&gt;argh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha pizzaboyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-6896321901830513130?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/6896321901830513130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=6896321901830513130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6896321901830513130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/6896321901830513130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/todayy-will-be-nice-dayy-for-muhammad.html' title='happy 18th!'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-5947705494740665312</id><published>2008-12-18T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:10:14.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMINAH LOVES MARDIANA((:</title><content type='html'>well hello again.&lt;br /&gt;ermm lets see.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened the last few dayys.&lt;br /&gt;except for bigbig wednesday(((((((:&lt;br /&gt;at 11-ish met up with my dearest bitch.&lt;br /&gt;who else but not MARDIANA MARZUKI?&lt;br /&gt;haha hugged and hugged and laughed at her when i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;tsk!&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh so she made me wait.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what i did.&lt;br /&gt;haha wasted my time in ntuc. cause i was like -_________- to bishan. haha!&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeahhh was hungry that on the wayy to the bustop, i ate twister((:&lt;br /&gt;and thanks eh for the onedollar haha!&lt;br /&gt;ermm so yeahh we got on the bus anticipating the moment of the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;jengjengjeng!&lt;br /&gt;nyehahaha we still had time to wrap and write up things.&lt;br /&gt;how last minute can we be nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhh after that, went up to the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;and she pressed the bell.&lt;br /&gt;SADLY, the bell wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;so haha she knocked on the door for like, 5minutes until someone came up to the door.&lt;br /&gt;haha and that was when after i said to her, 'eh kau tak boleh make it lah as penjual kerepek. pakai lawa lawa rambut cool abestu jual kerepek. HAHA.'&lt;br /&gt;haha damn lame lahhh in the first place, kerepek seller mane yg knock on people's door?&lt;br /&gt;EXACTLY my point.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhhhh we sorta claimed that the brother was better than his stupid senseless self.&lt;br /&gt;tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after accomplishing[eh mcm mission statement pulak] the thing/mission/project/whatever-you-wana-call-it thing, lepak-ed at junction 8.&lt;br /&gt;home of the raffles-ians. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;bersepah!&lt;br /&gt;nevermind about that.&lt;br /&gt;walked over and over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;same place and got sesat abit. haha me lah not her.&lt;br /&gt;so were talking talking and it came to me that i had to meet dinee for the bloodbanking.&lt;br /&gt;and yeahhh took some pictures[will be uploaded sometime] and we hugged again.&lt;br /&gt;i mean she literally choked me instead.&lt;br /&gt;and when i turned, i turned back to hug hug hug hug and re-hug her until dont know how many times and it was high time we went off.&lt;br /&gt;so saddddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereafter dropped at city hall. texted dinee and atikah to see where they were.&lt;br /&gt;and like finally dinee was reaching city hall.&lt;br /&gt;so when the 3rd train come, i was like calling her phone, this girl also doesnt know how to pick up. and luckily the door hadnt close, if not i had to take the next train.&lt;br /&gt;haha not that we saw each other in the train, i gave up looking around and decided to meet at outram instead.&lt;br /&gt;tsk!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah waited for the arrival of your highness-es.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you all so kecoh dinee and i went ahead-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall the trip was damn cool lah i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;made me feel like donating blood.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah we know what happens to the blood after the donation((:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PEOPLE DONATE BLOOD! WE HAVE LIKE LITTLE-EST BLOOD REFUGE LEFT! COME ON DONATE!&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhhhhhh ended at 4.30-ish.&lt;br /&gt;the whole gang went to bugis for late lunch, some went home, dinee and i were up to sth(((:&lt;br /&gt;we went to tanjong pagar.&lt;br /&gt;to meet my sister since its 5 and we're already there.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted peppermint with white chocolate dream. nyehahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and supposedly to get a discount, in the end we didnt wait haha!&lt;br /&gt;so we talked and talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DINEE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;too bad aishah and farah weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;get well soon people!&lt;br /&gt;sister came at 6.15 and went home.&lt;br /&gt;dinee took 10 to simpang. we bought OCK for my bloody damn lunch.&lt;br /&gt;thanks kak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so yeahhh went back, ntuc-ed and home at last.&lt;br /&gt;sucha long and yet im missing those kids already.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;up next will be MONSTER not forgetting MARDIANA MARZUKI too(((:&lt;br /&gt;soon soon. nxt week sometime(((:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE LAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-5947705494740665312?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/5947705494740665312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=5947705494740665312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5947705494740665312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24451045/posts/default/5947705494740665312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/2008/12/aminah-loves-mardiana.html' title='AMINAH LOVES MARDIANA((:'/><author><name>Siti Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-7650892186227232279</id><published>2008-12-15T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:59:03.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KUALA LUMPUR</title><content type='html'>hahahaha im back. like at last.&lt;br /&gt;feeeeeeeeel contented and good man.&lt;br /&gt;no doubt i miss my friends((:&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and so i felt like the richest kid ever.&lt;br /&gt;cause i could get anything that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing much for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;all i got was this:&lt;br /&gt;1. an MNG jeans.&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 tops.&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 bracelets. and one broke. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;4. 2 books; remember me? by sophie kinsella and elegance by kathleen tessaro.&lt;br /&gt;5. lotsa food(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and and i found this burberry inspired bag but i didnt get it cause well i felt it wasnt a good bargain.&lt;br /&gt;so overall! hahahahahaha weird enough it was as good as 5yrs ago if not, better.&lt;br /&gt;cause like i practically searched every store for THE dress.&lt;br /&gt;but none beats aishah's 'geylang' dresses lah basically haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day-coffee of the day will be white chocolate dream.&lt;br /&gt;departed for airport at 4.15. flight was 6.10. reached lcct at 7.30. reached apartment at 9+ 10. and guess who i saw. haha DESI ATRINI sehh!!! and on the dayy before i tagged her blog skali the next dayy saw her at grand millenia opposite mine(: hehehehehe. so yeahh the first thing i saw was the coffee bean! so yeah checked in blablabla went to lot10 whatsoever. ate at bb hailam chicken rice. and that is or was or would be the first time i eat nasi ayam with the chilli. HAH. fine laugh you want. mom and dad went for foot massage. the rest of us shopped for sister's bag. then met up with aunty and cousins for COSMO'S!! woohooooo. shouted like never shouted before and yeah there was a bapok there. the lamest ride ever turned out to be his 'wow i wana vomit!' ride. sheesh. bapoks, forever. thereafter went for lattttttteeee dinner and that's all for the dayy((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day-was caramel.&lt;br /&gt;first up, we took a crazy walk to KLCC. shopped. as usual didnt find anything nice or interesting. lunched at california pizza kitchen and brother spilled 7up on our cousin. that's what you get when you're too eager for a free refill. tsk! kk then off to midvalley to meet up with the aunt's and the rest from wedding. bleargh. shopped. BASKIN ROBINS!!!!! F.O.S-ed. shopped. dinner and to PAVILION!!!! woohooooooo. and did i tell you pavilion is near my hotel? ahah. so at 10pm bought my jeans and yeah headed home(((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day-caramel again!&lt;br /&gt;yessah was waiting for todayy. cause i was going home and meeting my friends soon! but sad cause i still had a lot of money to spend. tsk! so yeahhh had breakfast with the usual gang and checked out! van arrived to pick us up to the lcct and i slept during the 1hr journey. waaaaaaaaaahhh the airport sucks. i tell you. no systems no civilizations. everyone was just everywhere and doing everything at the same time. what the hell. yeahh had macdonalds for lunch and i bought 2 books!! yay((: [this is the part where mardiana will be envious of me hehehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then went out to eat cause my brother-in-law's mother has her birthday todayy. so HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu tomorrow will be shopping at 'geylang' hahaha.&lt;div 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Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-1302417889512245312</id><published>2008-12-12T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:36:36.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really contented(:</title><content type='html'>haha sorry for double posts todayy((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;firstly, im damnnnnnnnn excited cause we'll be leaving for kl in like 11hours yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2ndly, brother bought me a coach purse haha. branded siak and its damn expensive. 89usdollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when else can i have something really good and expensive other than this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahhh i feel much contented now((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278865353636178786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SUJMEgyZ62I/AAAAAAAABEQ/JOJQQq8WzN8/s320/DSC08114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278865360035022434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SUJME4oAhmI/AAAAAAAABEY/gBD1dLfT2gw/s320/DSC08112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278865952641400770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SUJMnYQYP8I/AAAAAAAABEo/o_31_hnlZvE/s320/DSC08113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div 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Aminah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06258667252207740202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SUJMEgyZ62I/AAAAAAAABEQ/JOJQQq8WzN8/s72-c/DSC08114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24451045.post-2234880838667912066</id><published>2008-12-12T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:18:39.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>term test week was fun(((:</title><content type='html'>BACK!&lt;br /&gt;haha back to life bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;although i must sayy, that this term, the tests were awesome shit!&lt;br /&gt;i regret nonne alhamdulillah(:&lt;br /&gt;and yessah.&lt;br /&gt;maths was the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;studying maths the dayy before was haha stupid i guess,&lt;br /&gt;but thanks amjad and rahimi for maths,&lt;br /&gt;firdaus and mimi for hpi,&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, my girls[haha sounds so gay] ermm my suckshits for teaching me(:&lt;br /&gt;im dead without you guys helping haha.&lt;br /&gt;thank youuuuu very much.&lt;br /&gt;and a very much appreciated thank you too to tariq irfaan, for motivating me to study((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhh overall, i had a great week.&lt;br /&gt;and spent the last dayy of school in the term with suckshits and atikah.&lt;br /&gt;lunched at parkway, we wanted to go for bowling at east coast but yeahh haha.&lt;br /&gt;in the end we spent more time in parkway.&lt;br /&gt;aishah applied for swensen's.&lt;br /&gt;had sugar rush at coffeebean with dinee's brownie and farah's caramel and our peppermint.&lt;br /&gt;let us bring our laptops and watch movies together at coffeebean sometime((:&lt;br /&gt;some people had to busted-.-&lt;br /&gt;dinee got her ear pierced[apparently again]&lt;br /&gt;we spent more time thinking and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;farah bought her powder thing. 10.90 ehh for one bottle. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't open my eyes the whole dayy.&lt;br /&gt;felt like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;mind you i slept at 3+ cause i fetched brother from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;he's safe thank god and he bought me something(((:&lt;br /&gt;to top it all, the dayy is greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt. awesome. fun. exciting. -any other synonyms that count-&lt;br /&gt;oooohh i found a pair of red pumps that i really like(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEPPERMINT WAS THE BOMBY SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooohhoooooooo power or what?!&lt;br /&gt;let's hang out sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be going away tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;won't be back until monday i think.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's high-time we're going to KL haha!&lt;br /&gt;shopping madness here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;catch me if you see me falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;call me when you see me wandering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i am there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i will always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trust me love never stops((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278827453888587042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/SUIpmdOb5SI/AAAAAAAABEI/OxfYT4k8cok/s320/DSC07868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assalamualaikum(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/ST0xLkMcywI/AAAAAAAABEA/5XXyf4oxczY/s1600-h/DSC08086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277428413112306434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCzDJOqt7fA/ST0xLkMcywI/AAAAAAAABEA/5XXyf4oxczY/s320/DSC08086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24451045-3876232830306481773?l=chocolatelatte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatelatte.blogspot.com/feeds/3876232830306481773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24451045&amp;postID=3876232830306481773' title='0 Comments'/><link 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