<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:53:55.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Tell Dave</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-6307931754203206901</id><published>2009-07-30T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:29:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/SnG51s7QGAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xsUzmIax7aI/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/SnG51s7QGAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xsUzmIax7aI/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364272963418855426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather talk to Comot than some people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind you, this is not my room. It's my brother's. Anyway, I feel sorry for Ardy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His dad passed away this evening. The thing was, he really believed that his dad was going to make it. I guess it's partly my fault for giving him high hopes but I can't let him give up on his dad so soon right? I hope he'll be alright. Haven't heard from him since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait for Saturday. Not sure where I'm heading to but I know I'm gonna have a kickass time. I need one badly thus I will have one. Will post again later. I wonder if anyone even bothers to read this. Seriously. My tagboard's dead -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-6307931754203206901?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/6307931754203206901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/id-rather-talk-to-comot-than-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6307931754203206901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6307931754203206901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/id-rather-talk-to-comot-than-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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/_eIV-_E302i0/SnG51s7QGAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xsUzmIax7aI/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-1366871607219198783</id><published>2009-07-29T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:01:22.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fine, so maybe I did come off a bit too harsh. However, I'm working on it. For everyone's sake.&lt;div&gt;Oh and I don't know. What's in stores for us now? Everything seems to be going downhill for me now. And we keep on having this small little arguments. And we don't talk anymore. And it hurts so much. And you know I'm weak. You knew me so well. You knew me well too. And not to forget you. So tell me why darlings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times I feel like I ought to stop schooling and just home school and take private 'O's. I never thought that I would celebrate my 16th birthday without them. Never ever will I. Surprisingly, it's happening and I just wished this nightmare would fade away. It makes me cringe at the thought of it and tears would just well up. Oh crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder if there's anything I can do just to.. Oh well. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1366871607219198783?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1366871607219198783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/fine-so-maybe-i-did-come-off-bit-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1366871607219198783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1366871607219198783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/fine-so-maybe-i-did-come-off-bit-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-6183276170797136259</id><published>2009-07-27T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:31:37.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think everyone is about to reach their breaking point. I know I am. Right now, like now, I'm trying to finish this continuous writing titled "Greed" which sucks. Nothing is getting into my mind tonight. And i still have to complete a situational writing. OH AND ART. I'm behind by 1 board. I should be on my 5th but I'm redoing my 4th. Wrong decision.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 more days to being 13487 years old and I don't feel like I'm me anymore. I don't feel like celebrating it even. I need that someone to make me feel alive again. And it's not the guy who's attached to my hips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arrivederci xox&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-6183276170797136259?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/6183276170797136259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-everyone-is-about-to-reach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6183276170797136259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6183276170797136259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-everyone-is-about-to-reach.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-3339799912765435460</id><published>2009-07-23T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:22:56.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's to Mr. YOUKNOWHO:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First and foremost, the world is made up of different individuals. Individuals are given the choice to choose how they want their life to be. No one can stop an individual as every individual is entitled to their own opinions. However, other individuals can try to change an individual but it still solely relies on the individual if he/she wants to change for the good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no individual is perfect. I know that I'm not perfect. I look at myself everyday in the mirror and I can see the flaws. Mine are so distinct that at times, I hate looking at myself. However, some individuals are of course, a tad better than others. For example, we normal teenagers who dislikes air caps and cheap, star-printed jackets are, I strongly believe that, better than those individuals which we call 'Mats and Minahs'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As humans, it is in our nature to judge other humans which we do not adore. It's just a matter of how they put it. It could be harsh or it could be harmless. As for mine, it's neither here nor there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you see YOUKNOWHO, it's all up to the individuals. To sum it all, I don't care what you have to say about me being shameful because you are no one to me thus your opinion doesn't matter. Suck on that, Voldemort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;&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;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Smh_rIgtmmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kFWYRoI3VYw/s200/DSC00032.JPG" align="left" border="1" /&gt;I'm all alone at home on a Friday night. Lucky for me, I have my chocolates to keep me company. Stupid picture. Okay see there? That's one of my flaws. I never look good in pictures unless I make a good effort to do so. LOL I need to pass up two situational writings by tomorrow morning and complete my 4th board too. It's driving me nuts I tell you. I barely get enough sleep anymore. Pfft. Must. Endure. Pain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nights peeps (L)&lt;/p&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/1918700370415114832-3339799912765435460?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/3339799912765435460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-to-mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3339799912765435460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3339799912765435460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-to-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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/_eIV-_E302i0/Smh_rIgtmmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kFWYRoI3VYw/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-9052609490667633030</id><published>2009-07-20T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:08:20.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://u4.tagstat.com/image03/8/bc3d/801p000ibMZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://u4.tagstat.com/image03/8/bc3d/801p000ibMZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Welcome to my Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was bored the other day and so I decided to create a Tagged account for the fun of it. Well, the mainspring was to find fault with some minahreps. I couldn't help it. I miss criticizing  them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I'm currently new, thus no drama yet. However, I can't stand their UTTERLY RIDICULOUS, OUTRAGEOUSLY HILARIOUS photos. I've compiled a few but here's for a start:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://u4.tagstat.com/image03/b/19e7/800C052WNDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://u4.tagstat.com/image03/b/19e7/800C052WNDD.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the kind of photos that Banglas would take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What vexed me the most was his freaking shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those must be the UGLIEST SHIRT I'VE EVER SEEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nuff' said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://u6.tagstat.com/image01/f/02d0/8001052LMbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://u6.tagstat.com/image01/f/02d0/8001052LMbg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy is just plain freaky and amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://u1.tagstat.com/image03/e/b567/800d0523HlD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://u1.tagstat.com/image03/e/b567/800d0523HlD.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice background. Nice facial expression. Nice armpit smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think all matreps have smelly armpits like _ _ _ _ _ _ because they like to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; fold their arms and cover their armpits when they take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://u6.tagstat.com/image02/c/87af/800G050P8uL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://u6.tagstat.com/image02/c/87af/800G050P8uL.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH WOW. See the name? POKER BOI. Can't get any worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://u0.tagstat.com/image04/3/bf38/800E052MXYU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://u0.tagstat.com/image04/3/bf38/800E052MXYU.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He might be related to Bugs Bunny, I'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know Singapore experiences Winter or daily light showers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's with the oversized jacket? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's more but I'll save it for some other time. I'm considering for a plastic surgery and a tattoo. LOL macam paham. I need to finish my 4th board by tomorrow and start on the 5th tomorrow. DIE LEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Might update again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-9052609490667633030?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/9052609490667633030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-my-blog-xd-i-was-bored-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/9052609490667633030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/9052609490667633030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-my-blog-xd-i-was-bored-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-3113861549090833170</id><published>2009-07-19T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:00:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Tomorrow shall be a sucky and wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Goodnight folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-3113861549090833170?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/3113861549090833170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-shall-be-sucky-and-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3113861549090833170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3113861549090833170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-shall-be-sucky-and-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-1155077321785150397</id><published>2009-07-19T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:30:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and she said,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What the hell is wrong with you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the she just shuts up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1155077321785150397?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1155077321785150397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-she-said-what-hell-is-wrong-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1155077321785150397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1155077321785150397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-she-said-what-hell-is-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-5016394570356465620</id><published>2009-07-15T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:13:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://xf8.xanga.com/79b8770758ca8247520330/z175133235.jpg" border="0" align="left" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change the way you think about it. That's what I'm doing; I'm trying to change the way I think about you, boy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think almost, ALMOST, every girl is in love with a bastard. Honestly, don't you just love a guy whose attitude(with the exception of matreps) or style screams "dangerous"? I'm guessing maybe it's just us teens who are still naive and want to experience something more to life. It's human nature of teenagers to be wild and reckless. I find Dangerous sexy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a couple of Xs and they're all what I'd call "First-Timers". They are all SxE. Like, seriously. They kept on reminding me to not smoke and drink -.- Come on, I already have a family to remind me about it. So eventually, I got bored and broke up with them(I'm terribly sorry, lol). Then I met this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was out of my league. Very out. Somehow, I was so attracted to him. Maybe it was due to his mop hair which I find very nice. Anyway, I really really really like him. He smokes. He drinks. He's tall. He wears converse. And he's dangerous. Unfortunately, he left me and I was scarred. But I still like him leh. Shitty right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my point? Bastard guys treat girls like shit but the girls still longs for the bastards. LOL. I know it's not just me! Or maybe it is! I don't know! What do you think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-5016394570356465620?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/5016394570356465620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-dont-like-something-change-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/5016394570356465620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/5016394570356465620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-dont-like-something-change-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-1026486145767068299</id><published>2009-07-13T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:11:42.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://x47.xanga.com/126f420a04632246884325/z195742362.png" border="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HeIsTooCuteForMe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been stared by a little kid? Don't you find it irritating at times? I get  agitated when it happens to me. It's just the way they stare. It's like as if they are going to kill you. Or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother bought me a Levi Strauss Slim Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Love you man &lt;3 hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my stomach is killing me. XOXO stellars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1026486145767068299?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1026486145767068299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/heistoocuteforme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1026486145767068299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1026486145767068299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/07/heistoocuteforme.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-8441099703699116101</id><published>2009-06-27T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:27:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very very sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OMG I HATE YOU PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeeee, I told you no one cared about me. Not even when I have, what I think is, the H1N1 virus. I suffered alone at home while everyone is out at work and when I wanted to go to the doctor, they say, "No, you're fine. You just have a normal fever." Yeah right. I couldn't breathe right, my brain hurts, I coughed like a dog and it hurts both my lungs and head every single time and I have high fever. The whole experience was excruciating. Right, dad, IT IS A NORMAL FEVER. God. I didn't get many 'Get Well' wishes. Oh, wait. I've lost majority of my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I got so much better, better than ever thanks to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hanes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yazid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hanes, you already know how thankful I am and you're so great. I love you so much. Thank you again for the Paddlepops and the books.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to say thank you to Yazid. Hahaha k. Anyway, he came over and spent the whole afternoon with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Val, thank you for your concern. It means alot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to cut my nails and start on the cards. I don't know why but blowing bubbles makes me happy. Fuck you pet society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-8441099703699116101?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/8441099703699116101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-very-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8441099703699116101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8441099703699116101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-very-sad.html' title='Very very sad'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-6601256804335737927</id><published>2009-06-23T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:50:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing still</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/11v5paq.jpg" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just lay under this tree while the cool zephyr delicately caress my skin. Oh so Heavenly. I wish I could go on a holiday, somewhere faraway. I'm not really sure whether I want to stop smoking. Maybe I could just restrain myself from smoking more than 1 stick a day. However, I would gladly stop smoking traditional ciggies if I have my hands on the &lt;a href="http://www.blucig.com"&gt;Blucig&lt;/a&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;p.s Martha Stewart sucks and she should stop conducting her talk show because it's fucking boring and irritates the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s My throat is parched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-6601256804335737927?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/6601256804335737927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6601256804335737927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6601256804335737927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-still.html' title='Nothing still'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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://i40.tinypic.com/11v5paq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-1875091992423728597</id><published>2009-06-22T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:44:24.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I find it very funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn61/crappicshit/psychedelic_psych_by_lucylemon.jpg" align="right" border="0"&gt;I can seriously conclude that I am not important. And I am pretty much invisible. No one really notices me in school, like really. People barely talk to me even when I look forward into having a good conversion with them. And yes, due to my ego, uncontrollable jealousy and self-centeredness, I only have 5 friends left. And out of that 5, I'm much more closer to 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if I'm sending the wrong aura which makes people have second thoughts or they just plainly hate me. However, if they do hate me, how come I've never had one of those hate tags? Maybe those haters just don't know my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So Hanes is the only one reading my blog. My tagboard is PRETTY MUCH empty. I am thankful that you are reading even though you're the only one and that my posts are boring.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I complain to much. No one loves to read complaints. But hey, people barely read my posts. I'm experiencing breathing difficulties and no one even knows. Not even Zid. It hurts every time I breathe in. Like as if my lungs can't inflate to it's maximum thus causing the pain. I have a fever and cough. The breathing situation keeps getting worse. I worry that I might have been infected with the H1N1 virus but I'm praying to god hoping not. And yet, no one knows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn61/crappicshit/BILLYARGEL-ART.jpg" align="left" border="0"&gt;I guess, all I can do now is continue with life. I believe that life is already written for us so we should just follow. Right now, all I can think of is I need the doctor pronto. My temperature is rising. My head feels giddy. I got to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1875091992423728597?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1875091992423728597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-find-it-very-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1875091992423728597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1875091992423728597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-find-it-very-funny.html' title='I find it very funny'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-7469485303053716938</id><published>2009-06-20T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:17:20.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I hate it when fatigue sets in. I just don't know what to do to make myself feel better.  I hate it I hate it I hate it. I wanted to go to the Sentosa's Life's A Beach Party but unfortunately, the people I know is neither going or are having second thoughts of going there. Maybe I'll just rest. I think I need rest. I think. And yes, I shall stay home today to complete my two boards. I MUST.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't see why parents just love to contradict. Especially in my case. Fine, I lied last time but I'm not lying anymore now and yet still. I tell them lies, they scold me and I know I'm wrong so I don't argue back. When I tell them the truth, they scold me and of course, I argue back because I know I'm not wrong. And when I do, I get double nagging. I can't see any reason why I should try to get their trust back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't see any reason why I have to update my blog since no one is even reading it, for goodness sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-7469485303053716938?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/7469485303053716938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/7469485303053716938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/7469485303053716938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-1305507028323706880</id><published>2009-06-15T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:08:48.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hanes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;could&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And it is very stupid of me to only realize it after losing you. Have never regretted being with you for the past 7 years.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1305507028323706880?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1305507028323706880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/hanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1305507028323706880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1305507028323706880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/hanes.html' title='Hanes'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-3078744019787476568</id><published>2009-06-13T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T03:02:22.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insulting? Nah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://asianposes.com/"&gt;http://asianposes.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- Go check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that insulting I should say. However, we are Asians and I do find myself in some of the groups found on the website. Quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Zid is gone now and boy, it's gonna be a long week ahead. I miss Val. It's been ages since we last hang out together. I'm planning to meet up with her soon. And maybe Kumarbby and Vikram would like to join us? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm focusing on Art because I need to get at least an A grade for it because I want to be a fashion designer. Not only that, I'll have better chances of getting into La Salle. I've decided to take up Sewing Classes during the long 3 months holiday (or is it 5?) and try to make a small collection to showcase it for higher chances? Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm waiting for the results on who will be chosen to be the Idol Blogger. I don't know why but it makes me anxious at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;ttyl for now lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-3078744019787476568?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/3078744019787476568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/insulting-nah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3078744019787476568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3078744019787476568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/insulting-nah.html' title='Insulting? Nah.'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-3153385118995280192</id><published>2009-06-12T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:08:06.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idol Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/SjGompqoZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/L3b7Jn4lBdg/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346239614638647250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/SjGompqoZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/L3b7Jn4lBdg/s200/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey there people. Supz. I just did something that I've never thought of doing. Hahaha. I updated my Twitter, so go figure :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It would be really interesting if I get the chance. I've never really tried anything that has got to do with journalism or whatnot but I guess it'll be cool to try out. And who knows, I might even have an extra choice to choose for my courses next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now, I'm trying to be good by doing my Art, and completing my holiday assignments. I've done half of it (Y) Lesser work left :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till now peeps. TTYL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-3153385118995280192?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/3153385118995280192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/idol-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3153385118995280192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3153385118995280192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/idol-blogger.html' title='The Idol Blogger'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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/_eIV-_E302i0/SjGompqoZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/L3b7Jn4lBdg/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-254908778603208761</id><published>2009-06-09T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:09:59.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twittering</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Si6FomzuL-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XhbYCTqTRbs/s1600-h/DSC_5678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345356740394102754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Si6FomzuL-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XhbYCTqTRbs/s320/DSC_5678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; Greetings from Comot and Me &lt;3 Comot so cutezie wutzie. And yes, I've finally managed to insert my Twitter Update to my blog (Y) So, I didn't go for Art Class today due to some reason which is very reasonable. However, I did do my art. A lil bit, yes. After that, PWI all the way. Made a few adjustments to my Buzznet and Facebook and Twitter and of course, Blogger. My eyes are tired from facing the screen the whole day so I'm gonna cut it short till here aight folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Add me at Buzznet or follow me at Twitter :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&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/1918700370415114832-254908778603208761?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/254908778603208761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/twittering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/254908778603208761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/254908778603208761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/twittering.html' title='Twittering'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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/_eIV-_E302i0/Si6FomzuL-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XhbYCTqTRbs/s72-c/DSC_5678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-2027115648615605974</id><published>2009-06-08T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:04:04.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few minutes ago, I was browsing through pictures of my friends in Facebook. I came across this picture link in one of their profiles. I never thought that it would make me go ballistic. I think it's the cause of the inside joke. Here's a meter to show how funny something is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xe0.xanga.com/945f146635c31242135541/b191753262.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://xe0.xanga.com/945f146635c31242135541/b191753262.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the picture that I looked up(click to maximise for a better laugh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://femmiera.webs.com/SOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344905606946722946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/SizrVLwNlII/AAAAAAAAAEA/QXQYGV-01tc/s320/SOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you, I went ballistic and was literally rolling on the floor laughing my ass out. It makes me tickled pink at the very glimpse of it. Okay, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed two boards for my Art Coursework and I am relieved, ever so relieved, that Mdm Irda did not screamed at me when she evaluated my work. Why would she need to since it's so obvious how much effort I've put in completing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a shower now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honey, a little bird told me that you're much more beautiful than her. They&lt;br /&gt;say she's trying too hard. -For H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-2027115648615605974?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/2027115648615605974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-minutes-ago-i-was-browsing-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/2027115648615605974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/2027115648615605974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-minutes-ago-i-was-browsing-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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/_eIV-_E302i0/SizrVLwNlII/AAAAAAAAAEA/QXQYGV-01tc/s72-c/SOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-8779816222417541516</id><published>2009-06-07T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:56:19.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do this.</title><content type='html'>Even if I can't, I have nothing to lose. I'm ready for this breakdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-8779816222417541516?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/8779816222417541516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8779816222417541516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8779816222417541516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-do-this.html' title='I can do this.'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-1828822508633760252</id><published>2009-05-30T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:52:37.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasak Kau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Kalau hati tak ikhlas, eh, bleh lupekan je lah. Aku pon tak nak menyusahkan hidup kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1828822508633760252?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1828822508633760252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/gasak-kau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1828822508633760252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1828822508633760252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/gasak-kau.html' title='Gasak Kau'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-3686184531188904556</id><published>2009-05-28T23:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:24:59.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7IbPwBIXI/AAAAAAAAADw/9kWKaqPr6Vs/s1600-h/DSC_5951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340926578517942642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7IbPwBIXI/AAAAAAAAADw/9kWKaqPr6Vs/s320/DSC_5951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;"It seems like &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is on a friendly footing now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no school today. Only had LMS. Went to Starbucks with Trips. Didn't&lt;br /&gt;complete any work. Camwhored with my Nikon D50. Headed to Woodlands Mart for&lt;br /&gt;something and went back to Causeway for late brunch and went shopping, got&lt;br /&gt;myself some new stuff and headed home. Fought with mum. Mum fought with Dad. I&lt;br /&gt;argued with Trip. And everything just went downhill and out of the blue, I don't&lt;br /&gt;feel like talking no more. Here are the pictures. Goodnight fellow readers (if&lt;br /&gt;there's any)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65VLtbROI/AAAAAAAAABY/PZHe8nu3fac/s1600-h/DSC_5910.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340909981679699170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65VLtbROI/AAAAAAAAABY/PZHe8nu3fac/s320/DSC_5910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65UnLhIRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JKjRQ2FuYro/s1600-h/DSC_5906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340909971873800466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65UnLhIRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JKjRQ2FuYro/s320/DSC_5906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65UUTryjI/AAAAAAAAABI/fokgvjOiyvI/s1600-h/DSC_5905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340909966807779890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65UUTryjI/AAAAAAAAABI/fokgvjOiyvI/s320/DSC_5905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65UFDyEpI/AAAAAAAAABA/olmMhGgVrlc/s1600-h/DSC_5904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340909962714550930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65UFDyEpI/AAAAAAAAABA/olmMhGgVrlc/s320/DSC_5904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65TvqeiCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NvTp9LTu2to/s1600-h/DSC_5903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340909956971268130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh65TvqeiCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NvTp9LTu2to/s320/DSC_5903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67EKd74jI/AAAAAAAAACA/KdjaKT0j0Oc/s1600-h/DSC_5919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911888311771698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67EKd74jI/AAAAAAAAACA/KdjaKT0j0Oc/s320/DSC_5919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67DodXomI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fUI5SERcwhA/s1600-h/DSC_5916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911879182590562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67DodXomI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fUI5SERcwhA/s320/DSC_5916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67DSbCq5I/AAAAAAAAABw/yzkf9rhIQdk/s1600-h/DSC_5914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911873267248018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67DSbCq5I/AAAAAAAAABw/yzkf9rhIQdk/s320/DSC_5914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67DCqAXvI/AAAAAAAAABo/IRuaWzXIe8g/s1600-h/DSC_5913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911869035044594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67DCqAXvI/AAAAAAAAABo/IRuaWzXIe8g/s320/DSC_5913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67C8fWT5I/AAAAAAAAABg/ooqtvlPwro4/s1600-h/DSC_5911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911867379732370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh67C8fWT5I/AAAAAAAAABg/ooqtvlPwro4/s320/DSC_5911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling2 vogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340916660804563282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh6_Z9Y4sVI/AAAAAAAAACI/ky4lWLb4YeM/s320/DSC_5920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh6_bJSX7vI/AAAAAAAAACo/PGgayhptZZI/s1600-h/DSC_5942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340916681178345202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh6_bJSX7vI/AAAAAAAAACo/PGgayhptZZI/s320/DSC_5942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh6_a0kRmhI/AAAAAAAAACg/89x9jkiQGsc/s1600-h/DSC_5940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340916675616283154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh6_a0kRmhI/AAAAAAAAACg/89x9jkiQGsc/s320/DSC_5940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh6_aWlZaoI/AAAAAAAAACY/B_vFYrGukzI/s1600-h/DSC_5926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340916667567925890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh6_aWlZaoI/AAAAAAAAACY/B_vFYrGukzI/s320/DSC_5926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eye so biggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh6_aBtw4jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3rtNNcsTSLE/s1600-h/DSC_5922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340916661965873714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh6_aBtw4jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3rtNNcsTSLE/s320/DSC_5922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D-CRWnwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/snyZtSW5ffo/s1600-h/DSC_5950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340921678636949250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D-CRWnwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/snyZtSW5ffo/s320/DSC_5950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D9z7aGcI/AAAAAAAAADI/RTf7iN_Kbuc/s1600-h/DSC_5949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340921674786806210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D9z7aGcI/AAAAAAAAADI/RTf7iN_Kbuc/s320/DSC_5949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D9l-uQFI/AAAAAAAAADA/NLPM3UsGhs8/s1600-h/DSC_5948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340921671042613330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D9l-uQFI/AAAAAAAAADA/NLPM3UsGhs8/s320/DSC_5948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D9IiWYmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vPcWsJzpzWg/s1600-h/DSC_5946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340921663138980450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D9IiWYmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vPcWsJzpzWg/s320/DSC_5946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D8hU3LQI/AAAAAAAAACw/iCHNguwcHAU/s1600-h/DSC_5945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340921652613426434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7D8hU3LQI/AAAAAAAAACw/iCHNguwcHAU/s320/DSC_5945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7Fpy26D7I/AAAAAAAAADo/I3CK4KwMIhc/s1600-h/DSC_6007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340923529925365682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7Fpy26D7I/AAAAAAAAADo/I3CK4KwMIhc/s320/DSC_6007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7Fpee6nfI/AAAAAAAAADg/cmGXP6_e8PY/s1600-h/DSC_5959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340923524456029682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7Fpee6nfI/AAAAAAAAADg/cmGXP6_e8PY/s320/DSC_5959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww, another kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7FpPgByvI/AAAAAAAAADY/eb-fLBgHjsQ/s1600-h/DSC_5955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340923520434162418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7FpPgByvI/AAAAAAAAADY/eb-fLBgHjsQ/s320/DSC_5955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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/1918700370415114832-3686184531188904556?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/3686184531188904556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/truth-about-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3686184531188904556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3686184531188904556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/truth-about-forever.html' title='The truth about forever'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh7IbPwBIXI/AAAAAAAAADw/9kWKaqPr6Vs/s72-c/DSC_5951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-8021948413678316207</id><published>2009-05-28T08:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:01:01.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never mind about that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Friendship with oneself is all-important because without it one cannot be&lt;br /&gt;friends with anyone else in the world." - Eleanor Roosevelt &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh3WuN9kUxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/20fuQKkYzr4/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340660822641496850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh3WuN9kUxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/20fuQKkYzr4/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-8021948413678316207?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/8021948413678316207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-mind-about-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8021948413678316207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8021948413678316207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-mind-about-that.html' title='Never mind about that.'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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/_eIV-_E302i0/Sh3WuN9kUxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/20fuQKkYzr4/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-1318601115825971271</id><published>2009-05-24T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:47:35.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Hanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/ShlG12zF10I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E279rSSh95s/s1600-h/DSCN6083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339376724281251650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/ShlG12zF10I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E279rSSh95s/s320/DSCN6083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/ShkZeDZmowI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UtZUOEY9UAI/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really miss you. I don't even know what to do to or where to start to make things as it was before. I never meant to ditch you on your birthday. I had everything planned out actually. I wanted to buy you a daisy, some durians and meet you somewhere but I was forced to go somewhere else. And come to think of it, I might be a tad too late as Rica had done that already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise, like I told you, that I've changed. I no longer cared what was going to happen to us, but I can't not care. It hurts alot seeing you laughing and me not part of the cause. I knew that jealousy was what consumed me. I was envious of you having Rica, Raudhah and all the others. I tried letting it go but I can't. Maybe what Sha wrote about me was right. I'm stingy. I don't like sharing friends. However, I do think otherwise. Maybe at the thought that you having them, you'll leave me. Anyway, that's how I felt and I kept reminding myself it's the main reason why I went AWOL on you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you guys were there but still, I just don't know why I still feel left out. I felt even worse when Hafsy made you that video. It just made me wake up and smell the coffee. I didn't realise I was being such a crappy bestfriend. I didn't mean to knock the pins from under you on your birthday. I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/ShlK5HAym2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jarLwI6IN6M/s1600-h/DSCN6611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339381178219797346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIV-_E302i0/ShlK5HAym2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jarLwI6IN6M/s320/DSCN6611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture speaks a thousand words. I don't know if you felt what I felt but when we were together, at the time of taking the picture, I felt like we were from different worlds. Our auras no longer match and I felt this disconnection between us. That's when we start to part. It's just heart wrenching because you are after my own heart and you are like a sister to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm just a ball in high weeds. For all I know, it ain't over till the fat lady sings. Well, into each life some rain must fall anyways. I'm guessing it's just another phase that we have to go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should get it done and over with asap because I hate the fact of not talking to you. I know I can but it's hard with this problem which we have yet to solve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. We should have a walk on the beach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.s. I'm not writing xoxo anymore because it's so cliche. Pfft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1918700370415114832-1318601115825971271?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1318601115825971271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-hanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1318601115825971271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1318601115825971271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-hanes.html' title='Dear Hanes'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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/_eIV-_E302i0/ShlG12zF10I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E279rSSh95s/s72-c/DSCN6083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918700370415114832.post-7070358170946641426</id><published>2009-05-07T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:48:13.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Comot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xe9.xanga.com/41e80255d3cb0233379590/b135931671.jpg" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am going to fail my Mother Tongue Paper 1 because I am inarticulate in the Malay Language which many people would say that it is an embarassment as I am a Malay girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to fail my Mathematics Paper 1 too as I am quite lost in almost everything and I've forgotten all the things I've learnt for the past 3 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to fail my Art Paper 2 as I am nowhere near completion and my progress is only at 20% whereby I have to finish the other 80% by Friday, 9.30am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I can't cope with Mid-Year, what more can I say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear friend, you are plain mean, self-centered, arrogant, egoistic and just full of yourself. I regret wasting my time with you when I can use it to make something more fructifying such as studying. I hope the best for you and your boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fun Fact: &lt;strong&gt;"A single egg contains the approximately equal amount of calories needed in the total calorie intake for humans per day."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. Hanes, will you go out with me? Thank you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-7070358170946641426?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/7070358170946641426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-going-to-fail-my-mother-tongue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/7070358170946641426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/7070358170946641426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-going-to-fail-my-mother-tongue.html' title='Yay for Comot'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-3040616960238912599</id><published>2009-05-04T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:38:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not satisfied.</title><content type='html'>With my blogskin. It needs another makeover. So I'm currently mugging hard for MYE, a reason for not updating. I had to restart my art work, many thanks to my marvelous cats. I should be sleeping now but I still have yet to complete my holiday assignments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday sucks. Unable to go out. Not even to study. Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was more pleasant I should say. Head to town with Har. We were supposed to go study but instead we went window shopping. Walked about town. I wasn't feeling it that day and I seriously thought I look ridiculous with a pimple on my nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need ciggies. Again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun Fact: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fat people will stand a better chance of surviving an earthquake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. I can see La Salle at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s.s. Yet again, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-3040616960238912599?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/3040616960238912599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-not-satisfied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3040616960238912599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3040616960238912599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-not-satisfied.html' title='I am not satisfied.'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-1622081226466932537</id><published>2009-04-29T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T03:14:45.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mye</title><content type='html'>I am struggling. Yes, I am. I just figured out that it's too late to start my revisions now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I'm coping well with Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite lost as to where I stand now. It's also a reminder to why it happens in the first place. I'm pretty scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping. I need a new pair of heels, a yellow one. And I need a Sidekick. I should be sleeping now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pardon me while I burst and rise above the flames&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. Miss Hanes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.s. I WILL go to La Salle. Must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1622081226466932537?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1622081226466932537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/mye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1622081226466932537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1622081226466932537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/mye.html' title='mye'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-6285008068117652644</id><published>2009-04-25T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:56:13.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it just wont work</title><content type='html'>Today, I retrospected the past years by watching videos and viewing pictures of what used to be. At the same time, I ponder on the outcome of everything if the situations were much different at that point of time. I have to say, there are many issues which I am not satisfied with. Overall, I'm greatful of all that had happened. Here's a list of what's in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss those Genting moments whereby we would be taking the rides over and over again, screaming our lungs out when we're exiting from the ghost trail, gushing on and on about the delicious hot chocolate fondue and the bargaining at the night market just to get identical stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss those Starbucks moments whereby we would be taking a handful of pictures, bumping into people we used to know, queueing up for freebies, eyeing on that Brazil guy and sharing our relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss those skipping school moments whereby we would hang out at a void deck, taking continuous shots of ourselves doing stupid things and entering school during recess just to skip the first few periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss those less than three moments whereby we would feel  undestructable together, teasing each other mercilessly and lying down under the stars feeling like the world is ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss those purple moments whereby we would be wondering around town aimlessly, the tousseling of my unkempt hair, the comparing of the size of our thighs, skipping school just to spend time together, the late night talks and the sing along sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss those awkwardly, ridiculously, awfully embarassing window moments whereby we'd be stuck in my room and they'll be on the 7th floor looking down on us while we're hopelessly sing to sappy love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss those acoustic moments whereby we would be recording what we've sang or played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss those skater moments whereby we would be skating at the carparks and skate all the way home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I could go on and on about the things which I missed dearly. Unfortunately, time is not on my side and I should be going off by now to study. My mum is crying and I think it's partly my fault BUT I think that she's just overreacting because she's crying due to the fact that I'm using the computer now when she's expecting me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to the library to actually study, but she didn't allow me to. See how weird my mom can be? Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. Somebody please save me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.s. I'm about to do something very stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.s.s. I need my ciggies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-6285008068117652644?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/6285008068117652644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-just-wont-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6285008068117652644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6285008068117652644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-just-wont-work.html' title='it just wont work'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-3066773556283638644</id><published>2009-04-25T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:44:57.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you parents</title><content type='html'>Go get yourself a fucking friend.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me what I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your fucking baby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even think I'll give a fuck about you.&lt;br /&gt;Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you: __.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. You're lucky I'm nothing like them because I don't have the guts to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-3066773556283638644?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/3066773556283638644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-you-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3066773556283638644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/3066773556283638644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-you-parents.html' title='Fuck you parents'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-4135196328705599507</id><published>2009-04-23T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:28:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The attack of the homosexuals</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay. I just love acting. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE is just around the corner. I've only started revising for Social Studies and I don't know how it suddenly become my favourite subject. That includes Chemistry and Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why God made homosexuals happen in the first place. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ecstatic. Very. Can't wait for the break of dawn. My posts are getting shorter. I am worried. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. I can't be the bitch now, can't I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.s. I love school(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-4135196328705599507?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/4135196328705599507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/attack-of-homosexuals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/4135196328705599507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/4135196328705599507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/attack-of-homosexuals.html' title='The attack of the homosexuals'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-1844491492177776733</id><published>2009-04-21T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:19:57.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, i missed you</title><content type='html'>I'm pissed off. I don't do lovebites, please. It's an itch. Not a freaking lovebite. And now I'm itching from the shoulders up onwards.  Give me a break mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I should save money or spend it on fags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a dedication at school. I hope you guys get the message. Too pissed off to blog. Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1844491492177776733?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1844491492177776733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-i-missed-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1844491492177776733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1844491492177776733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-i-missed-you.html' title='Hey, i missed you'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-8329923498286100598</id><published>2009-04-20T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:45:12.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>I changed my blogskin again. I'm guessing it's because I'm fickle-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a Nikon D50. Pfft. Still a noob, still experimenting. I've decided to stop smoking actually. However, I can't stop overnight so I'm trying my best. I just had the urge to stop for no fucking reason. Maybe it's due to the fact that I was motivated by Har. You know, I know, ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's English Oral tomorrow, thank god. If it were to be MT, I'd die, figuratively of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yazid, Abu &amp;amp; Azhar aka Nyos(?) came over to do our biology project. Syafiqah wasn't here because she didn't get the news. Eventually, as guessed, work done: zilch. The guys started of playing wrestling on their PSPs, watched WWE &amp;amp; ended off by wrestling each other in the middle of the living room. Such fun. At that point, I wished that I were a boy just so I could join in. I used to get chokeslammed by my brother. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know? - &lt;em&gt;"The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. I'd still make you one of them even after all that's happened between us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.s. I'll be dead by the end of the month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-8329923498286100598?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/8329923498286100598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8329923498286100598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8329923498286100598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-4081198137953365641</id><published>2009-04-17T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:50:53.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiyah, too bad Ain got boyfriend already. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm getting a bit paranoid. I tend to get jealous easily. I should stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech day was wonderful. It was saddening at the thought that it would be the last dance for me in the school however I was euphoric that it's the last dance because there won't be tiring Dance sessions anymore. Weird, yes. Plus, awesome evening spent with Har, Achaa &amp;amp; Farhana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm experiencing some kind of phenomenal activity taking place in my stomach. It's like having a volcano in it. How in the world am I suppose to go to sleep now? Yazid and I speculates that it is due to the Vanilla Coke and the Chili Padi being mixed together (it was what I consumed for dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;On average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;, 100 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;choke to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;death on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ball-point&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;pens every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Can't wait for Sunday to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. I should explode in the middle of the school canteen and leave pieces of me as evidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-4081198137953365641?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/4081198137953365641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/why_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/4081198137953365641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/4081198137953365641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/why_17.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-2739177840665184721</id><published>2009-04-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:27:18.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-2739177840665184721?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/2739177840665184721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/2739177840665184721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/2739177840665184721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-684507552699660539</id><published>2009-04-15T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:32:35.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall say no more and now, let's continue with our own lives, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday was still the same fashion. Everything was. It was Tuesday all over again. What's there to say? All I have in mind is to change my blogskin again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA. I don't know why but I find a lot of things funny nowadays. I might be losing it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe I did lost it back there. Oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't get the joke here. Everybody seemed to be absorbed into this whole thing. Apathy is how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a Fun Fact: &lt;em&gt;"The ears of a cricket are located on the front legs, just below the knee."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. I'm running in for the big bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s.s. I'm not sure if you're okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-684507552699660539?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/684507552699660539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/shitty-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/684507552699660539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/684507552699660539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/shitty-people.html' title='Shitty people.'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-4187327640363085310</id><published>2009-04-14T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:07:13.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny thing eh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny thing ey. I almost barfed when I looked at my cbox. HAHAHA. To think that I would &lt;strong&gt;in point of fact&lt;/strong&gt; give credence to that? Bullshit. Fine, if it's really you then okay but I doubt it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was dull. From dawn till midday. Yazid was irksome after SST, which made me petulant as he persisted that he was fine even though action speaks louder than words. I had to rush home to change for I was meeting Har &amp;amp; Anis at Causeway Point to shop for a Thank You gift for Mr Rizuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got better when I met them. Went home at around 7.30pm. It's funny about the fact that I literally barfed because I caught a headache from smoking too much, which I deemed that my body is rejecting the tobacco. I bet no one has ever puked due to smoking,which would regard me as a numskull -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Even though I miss you more than you'll ever grasp, everything that happened between us left me jaded and I don't reckon on getting back on track with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-4187327640363085310?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/4187327640363085310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-thing-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/4187327640363085310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/4187327640363085310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-thing-eh.html' title='Funny thing eh.'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-6104098957807310906</id><published>2009-04-12T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:38:19.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over Again</title><content type='html'>Blog up again. Yipee much? Currently watching some medieval story on Channel 5. Can't wait for school on Monday. Speaking of school, the Malay Dancers of Admiralty Secondary School have done the school proud, again, by achieving a Silver Award for the SYF 2009. I got to say, I didn't perform my best that day. I was a bundle of nerves, we all were, being the first school to perform and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm free from Dance practices, I'm ready to study my way to success for my O Levels. I've set everything that bothered me aside because I couldn't care less about them. I believe that everything will work on its own way. I'm zonked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;p.s I miss Yazid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-6104098957807310906?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/6104098957807310906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6104098957807310906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/6104098957807310906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-over-again.html' title='All Over Again'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-1038022229030631562</id><published>2009-03-10T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:33:44.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Etiquette</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be studying for my Chemistry test tomorrow but oh, what the hell. My blog is still dea I guess even though I update it on certain occasions. Maybe I should advertise my blog. Haha. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is everyone acting really weird nowadays? Maybe it's because of the Bioterrorism. I miss making new friends on fxvking Friendster. I've deleted my Friendster ages ago and I'm not sure whether I regret doing that. There's Facebook now but it seems a bit cumbersome for me. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I can't wait for Meet-the-Parents Day, which is this Thursday. I find it really cool to have a dad who is a racist. I got home late the other day and he blames it all on the school for holding us up by having SSTs and whatnots. He even blames the education system when I told him that it's hard to get and A because they averaged out our marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with Ryan. With Hanes. And with Neh. At least I can still hang out with Ryan and Hanes but with Neh, never ever again I guess, since he's with Anis now. He promised me that he would tell me if he got a new girlfriend but he didn't. Sad. Oh well, people change. Fine fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like deleting this post -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1038022229030631562?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1038022229030631562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/03/social-etiquette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1038022229030631562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1038022229030631562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/03/social-etiquette.html' title='Social Etiquette'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-5644033673285759315</id><published>2009-03-05T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:42:44.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that's that.</title><content type='html'>Today was fun. Today was boring. Today was shitty. Today was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun for I had fun during dance practice even though we kept on doing the same steps for an hour or so. I was really hyped up for no fucking reason but it felt good. Today was boring because Sha was furious early in the morning and she shouted at me in class for no fucking reason(she didn't tell me why and I didn't asked her why), Izzati was touching Yazid again and I paid attetion in class. Today was shitty for I had an argument, again, with Yazid because of him being touched by Izzati, in an unnecessary way and Sha witnessed it too, and instead of saying something to make me feel better, he just left me alone and didn't say a single word to me onwards. However, I can't blame him for I am not his girlfriend. Just for the record, I repeat: I am not his girlfriend. Lastly, today was lovely because dance ended quite early, I walked home with Yazid and I talked to Hanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I cough everytime I sneeze. It feels sucky. I like Miss Independent by Ne-yo and it is raining :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-5644033673285759315?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/5644033673285759315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-thats-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/5644033673285759315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/5644033673285759315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-thats-that.html' title='Well that&apos;s that.'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-8275221763483025308</id><published>2009-03-04T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:42:28.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Black</title><content type='html'>I hate the fact that it's been a while since I've posted anything on my blog, which is already dead. I bet no one is reading this. Assuming no one is reading this, I shall just say today was very dull because Yazid keeps on talking to Izzati, Sha did not talk to me much because I was busy trying to get Yazid's attention from Izzati, I had an argument with Yazid and ended the day on a bad note and my family abandoned me at home, alone, to send my 26-going-to-27 year old brother to the clinic and grocery shopping after that. However, I survived the day. And that's that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-8275221763483025308?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/8275221763483025308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8275221763483025308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8275221763483025308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-black.html' title='Back to Black'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-8773857178002492238</id><published>2009-02-11T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:45:00.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead</title><content type='html'>So it's not really a big deal. Maybe it's not the maximum yet. It's better to not fuss about these things I suppose. So okay lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-8773857178002492238?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/8773857178002492238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8773857178002492238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/8773857178002492238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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-1918700370415114832.post-1895363438611728386</id><published>2009-02-11T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:48:15.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, pretty much me.</title><content type='html'>I wish I can go to boarding school. Come to think of it, it will do me good in some ways probably. I think I would be glad if it happens to me. Right now, I'm pretty sure I'll be glad about it. However, I doubt that it'll ever happen. I'm wondering if everyone has a plan for Saturday, with the celebrating of Valentine's Day and whatnot. Wait, why should I even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you know who you are and yes, I'm referring to you. Look, it's not my fault that you put so much into it even though your mother told you not to. Did you ever think that we could reach to that certain stage of life? Oh come on, be more realistic please. This is reality. Face it. These are some phases in life which everyone have to go through. Ah, forget it. Oh, btw I lied about not smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already banished every negative feelings I have towards everyone I know. I've decided to not hate anyone anymore and don't give a fuck if they want to hate me because I am who I am. I am hungry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1918700370415114832-1895363438611728386?l=pwrker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/feeds/1895363438611728386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-pretty-much-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1895363438611728386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1918700370415114832/posts/default/1895363438611728386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwrker.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-pretty-much-me.html' title='Yeah, pretty much me.'/><author><name>Pharrah Amirror</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08294716717168496572</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></feed>
