<?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-7353629482482975887</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:45:32.022+08:00</updated><category term='they look like two hot vampires'/><title type='text'>Consequence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3243334871508795811</id><published>2009-08-29T14:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:55:23.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make some birthday shoutouts for the Julai babies. I know it's like 1 whole month late but hey, I'm busy okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Happy Birthday to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NURUL SYIFA BT. RUSLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her birthday was on the 25th of Julai.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next, Happy Birthday to....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;AUDREY TAN POH YUEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her birthday was on the 28th of Julai.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHA. Sorry for being sooo late :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3243334871508795811?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3243334871508795811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3243334871508795811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3243334871508795811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3243334871508795811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/08/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3572680976746556698</id><published>2009-08-27T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:04:54.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist It</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a funny night. I was bored, waiting for my mum to bath and to sembahyang terawih (bangga, haha). So, I started to do several tongue twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one : &lt;em&gt;Betty bought a bit of butter but the butter was bitter. So Betty bought another bit of butter to make the bitter butter better&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nailed it! Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one : &lt;em&gt;She sells seashells on the Irish sea shore&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed it. Haha. Became &lt;em&gt;She shells seashells on Irish shea shore&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one : &lt;em&gt;Red lorry, yellow lorry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the funniest. I tried it so many times. The second time I pronounced it, it became &lt;em&gt;led lolly, lellow lolly&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA. It was so funnay. Everyone laughed. They said I sound like an Indian when I did that tongue twister. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ba, say red lorry, yellow lorry very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Red lorry, yellow lorry very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cracked up man. Hahaha. I was the loudest as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After a long laugh, but still laughing :D&lt;br /&gt;Me : No Ba, your not suppose to say very fast. I mean the speed has to be fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba : Ohhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Weird father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3572680976746556698?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3572680976746556698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3572680976746556698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3572680976746556698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3572680976746556698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/08/twist-it.html' title='Twist It'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7149576585692963560</id><published>2009-08-27T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:53:13.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I don't care anymore. What happens, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7149576585692963560?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7149576585692963560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7149576585692963560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7149576585692963560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7149576585692963560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/08/gone.html' title='GONE'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-81577191892500322</id><published>2009-08-26T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:52:39.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Crazy Mind</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately. Remember my last post about how I wanted to have a bf? Yeah, I've been thinking, what the heck is wrong with me? I don't need a boyfriend to make me happy. I should live my single life as wild as ever, not moping. Because I'm gonna have someone in my life sooner or later (hopefully), get married and I would be facing him everyday. But if Mr Right is here already, I would accept him alright. But if his not here yet, what can I do? All I can do is wait. The time will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-81577191892500322?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/81577191892500322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=81577191892500322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/81577191892500322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/81577191892500322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-crazy-mind.html' title='In The Crazy Mind'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8997838154632100852</id><published>2009-08-25T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:20:39.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP</title><content type='html'>Hello blog world, haha. Lame. Hye, I'm back. Okay, it's already Ramadhan, and you know what that means. Yes, PUASA! Plus it's the school holidays. Puasa + school holidays does not go together that well. Haha. Anywho, my life is as boring as a pig shit. I have nothing going on in my life. Let me just update about last week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, sister and I went to Midvalley before puasa. It was the last outing before puasa I would say. My mom has her facial, so my sister and I decided to watch a movie. I wanted to watch The Proposal but the time was not right, so we watched Aliens in the Attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jjr/headlines/2009/05/ashley-tisdale-aliens-attic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px" alt="" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jjr/headlines/2009/05/ashley-tisdale-aliens-attic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The movie was okay. After that, we walked around, Subway for lunch and that wraps it up for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I want to make a birthday shout out to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NAJWA KHAIRINA BT. MOHD NAZRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SpN0QidsNmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Lv2O83rWbrM/s1600-h/njw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373766607861200482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SpN0QidsNmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Lv2O83rWbrM/s320/njw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She is officially 16 now. Happy birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a id="hypImageNext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="hypImageNext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8997838154632100852?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8997838154632100852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8997838154632100852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8997838154632100852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8997838154632100852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/08/shut-up.html' title='SHUT UP'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SpN0QidsNmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Lv2O83rWbrM/s72-c/njw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8285652679589042643</id><published>2009-08-07T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:44:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, How I Wish ;)</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging and it's a day after my previous post. This is a first in a very long time *applause. Hahaha. Okay, I know you guys are expecting like a wow story, but there aint no story. I know, my life is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I had a guy in my life. Not that I don't love my life right now. I love my family and friends but I would just love to have someone special that I could spend my teenage life with. I have been single for the past 3 years. At first, I was happy of being single and doing anything I want but after a while I get pretty lonely. My friends keep asking me 'Why don't you find a guy?', 'Aren't you lonely?'. Ofcourse I'm lonely. I'm like waiting for that guy to come. I see my friends going out with their boyfriends, talking about their loved ones to others. Oh, how I wish I could just brag to everyone about my boyfriend. I haven't found Mr Right yet. Most of the guys I know are like not ready to commit. But I always wonder why does my friends can get who they want with a blink of an eye and poof they live happily ever after. I know I'm like a ning-kan-poop talking about guys but I just want to have someone and have fun together, just the two of us. I want my boyfriend to accompany me shopping and carry all the shopping bags like in movies. and I better hurry up. Maybe it is not meant to be. It's okay, Mr Right is out there somewhere, waiting. Just wait and see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8285652679589042643?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8285652679589042643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8285652679589042643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8285652679589042643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8285652679589042643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-how-i-wish.html' title='Oh, How I Wish ;)'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8045954043601439849</id><published>2009-08-06T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:44:45.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Super Dead!</title><content type='html'>Yash says my blog is DEAD! Well, it is :D I have no time to update. Sorry readers. Don't give up on me. Give me some time. While I'm here, I shall bring back life of this lifeless blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my parents were away to Penang for the weekend. You know what that means. I was home alone the whole weekend. My school was suppose to have a carnival on that weekend, but at the last second, like 1 day baru nak bagitau last minute. I was pissed man. I bought like 40 apples to make a scrumptious apple crumble. Damn. So, as an alternative, Syifa and Putri Azriyani came over to my-parentless-home-for-the weekend house and we made apple crumble for dessert. Syifa slept over and my sister had her friend over too. It's like a girls night in. It was fun. Went to bistro for dinner the next night. Surprisingly, my sister and her friend did their homework! I was like OMG, gila rajin. Haha. Even I was not that rajin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, school updates. My BM teacher, Pn Usha is on maternity leave. And the devil is replacing her. When I say devil, I really mean devil. Her name is Miss Nurul Fatni. I tell you, she is really a f**k me. She is so kerek. Arghh, I hate her. She is like treating us like children. She thinks she is the good one, showing off. And her glare, God. It's like wanting to drink the blood out of you. Sharidzman hates her so much until she dreams about her. She likes to stare at me. I don'y know why. Even Gou noticed that she is being bitchy towards me. The great news is that she is going to teach us until the end of the year. Woop ti doo! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is basically it. I'll try to update my blog as often as possible. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8045954043601439849?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8045954043601439849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8045954043601439849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8045954043601439849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8045954043601439849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-super-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Super Dead!'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8099715727718320677</id><published>2009-06-30T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:56:52.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As You Know It,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nonstopinfo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/jackson-michael-photo-michael-jackson-6205114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 467px" alt="" src="http://nonstopinfo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/jackson-michael-photo-michael-jackson-6205114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; last Thursday of cardiac arrest, at the age of 50. I know, it's like so young. That's my parents age. Well, it was his time to go. His music will live forever in the hearts of everyone. I'm not a great-to-die fan, but I love his music, especially &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beat It&lt;/span&gt;. I would just dance all day with that song. No one could ever follow his dance moves. He's the all time legend! R.I.P Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on...I haven't updated this blog like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;! Haha. You guys know why. I don't have to tell you guys. I keep repeating the same thing in all of my post. Just read my previous post if you don't know why. My class entered this NIE Star Magazine competition (forced by our English teacher) and we have to design a 3 page mini magazine on teen issues. My group did about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strict parents&lt;/span&gt;. I know all of you think it's like lame, but I don't give a damn. Do la your own magazie. For 2 weeks, I have not touched my homework at all just because of the magazine. At first, our magazine was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;trash&lt;/span&gt;, compared to the other teams. We were begging to Pn. Rachel (my English teacher) for a new template and we did it in just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one night&lt;/span&gt;! How great are we?! It turned out much much much more better than the first one. It was fun beoming editors of a magazine once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My results sucks, like really sucks. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2A's &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 fails&lt;/span&gt;. It's like a balancing act. Hahaha. Okay, I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pangkor&lt;/span&gt; for the 2 week holidays. We went with my aunty and cousins etc. It was awesome! I just love every moment. Our routine was get up at 8.30, eat breakfast, change into our swimming suits, in the sea by 10.30 and out at 1 for lunch. Then, have a shower and go to sleep. At 4.30, wake up and off to the beach until 7. Bath, went out to eat, played foosball and table tennis and danced at the club. Hahaha. Everyday for the past 4 days there. We didn't even stepped into the pool. The sea was great. The waves were huge and we went surfing! Oh, and we ride the banana boat. Hahaha. Overall, it was a great trip. Got to spend time with my cousins. Yeah, great. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for my next post in the future. Hahaha.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8099715727718320677?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8099715727718320677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8099715727718320677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8099715727718320677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8099715727718320677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-you-know-it.html' title='As You Know It,'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-6092779872008777271</id><published>2009-05-29T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:33:22.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The End Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WOOT WOOT! &lt;/strong&gt;Exams are over and hello &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 week&lt;/span&gt; holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people for not updating. I know your thinking "Finally! This girl is updating!" Haha. Sorry. I have bben very busy with school and housework (I have been using this excuse for all my post :D). Well, now the hols are here, I can update&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I got my new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt;! Woot! Finally, my dad brought me shopping for phones in the first week of May. Here, look see :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.cyberindian.net/wp-content/uploads/nokia-3120-classic-mobilephone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's the Nokia 3120 classic. I know it's not like all of you guys punya handphone, all those Nokia Eseries owners (sorry Najwa, haha), but it's just fine for me. Hey at least ada jugak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3G&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KRIS ALLEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;won American Idol! I was kinda bump that Adam Lambert did not win. His vocals are way much better than Kris. I was totally shocked that Kris Allen won. Can't these Americans see and hear that Adam is way much better?! It's okay, Adam LAmbert is still the best. But sometimes I adore Kris Allen. HAHA. He's cute but his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt;, shorter than Ryan Seacrest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slowtrav.com/blog/bge/Adam%20Lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 515px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.slowtrav.com/blog/bge/Adam%20Lambert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adam is so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.watchingamericanidol.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/kris-allen3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't deny that his&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-6092779872008777271?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/6092779872008777271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=6092779872008777271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6092779872008777271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6092779872008777271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-end-of-time.html' title='At The End Of Time'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-6370618771160891167</id><published>2009-04-18T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:19:26.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Later On</title><content type='html'>AZEERA, AKU DAH UPDATE :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone. I know I have not been updating that often. Busy with school and houseworks. No time for me. Tiday is my schools open day. I didn't go but my dad went. His at school now. I'm 100% sure that the moment he comes back from school, he will be calling "Samira, come here. I want to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam results were not so bad. I &lt;strong&gt;flunked&lt;/strong&gt; 2 papers, Modern Maths and Add Maths. I was shocked that I failed my Mod Maths, actually everyone was shocked that I flunked because I was the most rajin one in class. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends calls me &lt;strong&gt;AJK SEMUA BENDA&lt;/strong&gt; because all the teachers always ask me to help them collect all the books and put the books in the pigeon hole (tempat letak buku). And they say I'm the apple of the teachers eyes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher is on maternity leave. So, our sub teacher is Miss Alyssa Ryan. She will be teaching us until August. To me, she is the &lt;strong&gt;coolest&lt;/strong&gt; teacher ever. She's just like one of us students. She knows how we feel. She's from the states. She was adopted my an American couple. She just converted into Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate, Chris (I call him Chuah), has moved to an international school. Now, there is only 25 students in my class. Damn, thats little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I thinks thats about it. Talk to later and I don't know when that later is but it will be later. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-6370618771160891167?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/6370618771160891167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=6370618771160891167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6370618771160891167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6370618771160891167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/04/later-on.html' title='Later On'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-1961963302246714477</id><published>2009-03-14T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:52:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Dead</title><content type='html'>HEY PEEPSSSS! I'm back. OMG, I haven't been updating like 2 months. Sorry folks, I have been a little busy with school, housework, EXAMS and such. Plus, my grandmom's here. Have to keep her entertain by doing EVERYTHING she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's the holidays. Just finished my exams and it SUCKS, especially &lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS, ACCOUNTS, SEJARAH and ADD MATHS! &lt;/strong&gt;I think I'll &lt;em&gt;flunk &lt;/em&gt;in my exams. It's so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's wedding is this weekend. So I'll be busy with all the bunga telur and stuff (the job never ends). But I can't wait! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's nothing much happenedfor this pass 2 MONTHS (HAHA). My routine now is get up, go to school, come back, bath, wash the clothes, eat, study, eat, hang clothes, homework/study, SLEEP. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-1961963302246714477?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/1961963302246714477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=1961963302246714477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1961963302246714477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1961963302246714477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-from-dead.html' title='Back From The Dead'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7198291540695408742</id><published>2009-01-28T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:51:42.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruthless, Reckless and Dangerous</title><content type='html'>Getting tired and tired every day. Today, my grandmom (I call her Tok Cik) woke me up just to take the clothes in. It was like 10 o'clock and dah la slept late last night (watched wrestling babbeh, HAHA). So I woke up just to take in the clothes and I have to wash the clothes. Grrr, tired man. I love my Tok Cik but stop nagging me women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7198291540695408742?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7198291540695408742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7198291540695408742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7198291540695408742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7198291540695408742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/01/ruthless-reckless-and-dangerous.html' title='Ruthless, Reckless and Dangerous'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5956160355862013226</id><published>2009-01-27T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:09:32.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Under Arrest !</title><content type='html'>Went out with MIA today. Oh god, she is the cutest thing ever. She keeps on laughing and smiling. Every where we go, everyone just adores her. She's going back to London this weekend and maybe she will come back in December. I'm going to miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SX75Go48K8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/tQY5bxX5YcY/s1600-h/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295944104285055938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SX75Go48K8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/tQY5bxX5YcY/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SX75X7KC7qI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6qSThlImjUE/s1600-h/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295944401246416546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SX75X7KC7qI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6qSThlImjUE/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5956160355862013226?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5956160355862013226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5956160355862013226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5956160355862013226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5956160355862013226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-under-arrest.html' title='You Are Under Arrest !'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SX75Go48K8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/tQY5bxX5YcY/s72-c/IMG_1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2512090387096147932</id><published>2009-01-27T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:45:50.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai :)</title><content type='html'>Just dropping by to wish all the chinese,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I changed my blog skin, finally ! :D&lt;br /&gt;PSS : You see the x beside my post, it suppose to be my picture. Trying to figure it out how to&lt;br /&gt;           work this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2512090387096147932?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2512090387096147932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2512090387096147932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2512090387096147932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2512090387096147932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai :)'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8135873292695205404</id><published>2009-01-26T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:39:29.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who The Hell You Think You Are ?</title><content type='html'>HEYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have been not updating. I know, it has been like 3 weeks but I was busy with school and housework. Since my maid went back, I'm like the personal dobi for the house. I wash, hang, sort and iron the clothes. And I have been getting less sleep. Very tiring zzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt came a few days ago, brought my grandmom, sister and me out for lunch. Then. went to see my uncle at the hospital. After that, went to see my niece, MIA :). She is the cutest thing EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally bought a new bag. A Dorothy Perkins bag. Woootttt :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8135873292695205404?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8135873292695205404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8135873292695205404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8135873292695205404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8135873292695205404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-hell-you-think-you-are_26.html' title='Who The Hell You Think You Are ?'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4245611091379957880</id><published>2009-01-02T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:34:31.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exquisite Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.computing.dcu.ie/computety/winners2007/ctya197/public_html/zara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.computing.dcu.ie/computety/winners2007/ctya197/public_html/zara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to KLCC with my parents for New Year but on New Years Eve, my sister and I were just sitting at home watching telivision all night because my parents ditched us and went to the lake club with my aunties and uncles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were planning to go to Aquaria but we were like thinking should we go shopping or Aquaria, shopping or Aquaria. We decided to go SHOPPING! because the Aquaria was kinda expensive. I rather shop. My dad went to the bookstore and just have sit around and have coffee. He doesn't usually follow us shopping. We went to Zara. My mom pampered herself yesterday. She bought 2 blouses/clothes. I saw this bag that I really REALLY love. It was RM200 +. I didn't have much money, so I ended with not buying that bag. You just wait my bag, I will come for you (HAHAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Isetan. I bought this new bag, well everyone bought a new bag (HAHA) and I guess I could use that bag for school (HAHA). It's like big and it can fit all my books, so what the heck, guna je la (HAHA). My dad got cranky and he wanted to go back. We quickly rap it up and went home. Fyi, I was wearing HEELS man (HAHA). My legs wee killing me (HAHA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-4245611091379957880?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4245611091379957880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4245611091379957880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4245611091379957880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4245611091379957880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2009/01/exquisite-taste.html' title='Exquisite Taste'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-1669929668729206456</id><published>2008-12-31T14:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:16:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different strokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wallpapervariety.com/images/wmwallpapers/Fireworks-001-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 514px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wallpapervariety.com/images/wmwallpapers/Fireworks-001-1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 is coming to an end. This year has been a very memorable year for me, eventhough I have lost someone that I care and love. Every one is growing bigger and stronger now. My sister is going to secondary school, I'm turning 16 next year and soon after that, I'll be off overseas and get married and have an independent life in just a blink of an eye. Time has past so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I just want to wish all a very HAPPY NEW YEAR! and may the new year bring us joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye 2008, Hello 2009 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&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/7353629482482975887-1669929668729206456?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/1669929668729206456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=1669929668729206456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1669929668729206456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1669929668729206456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/different-strokes.html' title='different strokes'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5250115927354870739</id><published>2008-12-30T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:16:39.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of the day,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/825041~Silhouette-Of-Dancer-Jumping-Over-Atlantic-Ocean-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 468px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/825041~Silhouette-Of-Dancer-Jumping-Over-Atlantic-Ocean-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results were out TODAY! And I got 5A's weh. I targetted around 5A's and above. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just happy. And I think I can get into the science stream. I jumped like a kangaroo I tell you. HAHAHA. I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5250115927354870739?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5250115927354870739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5250115927354870739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5250115927354870739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5250115927354870739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-end-of-day.html' title='at the end of the day,'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3000936570928178034</id><published>2008-12-29T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:16:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is results day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck people, and wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3000936570928178034?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3000936570928178034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3000936570928178034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3000936570928178034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3000936570928178034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2018410947646468478</id><published>2008-12-24T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:23:07.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by EMIRA</title><content type='html'>1. Do you think you're hot ?&lt;br /&gt;You tell me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Upload a favourite picture of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SVHA-1_yrSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PIfVkixp4-I/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283216023761366306" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SVHA-1_yrSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PIfVkixp4-I/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Why do you like this picture ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I like my big smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When was the last time you ate pizza ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What was the last song you listened to ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassie - Me and You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. What are you doing now besides this ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. What name would you prefer besides yours ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like my name and I will never change it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People I've tagged : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Aliah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Najwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Audrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Farhana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Putri Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Who is number 1 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is my annoying little sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Number 3 is having a relationship with ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one, I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Say something about number 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is very quiet and kind :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. How about number 4 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camwhore freak :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. How about number 2 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2018410947646468478?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2018410947646468478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2018410947646468478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2018410947646468478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2018410947646468478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-emira.html' title='tagged by EMIRA'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SVHA-1_yrSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PIfVkixp4-I/s72-c/IMG_1522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7083895074117685193</id><published>2008-12-24T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:45:16.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kassy2012.edublogs.org/files/2008/05/new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 527px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://kassy2012.edublogs.org/files/2008/05/new-moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently reading this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 more days till results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7083895074117685193?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7083895074117685193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7083895074117685193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7083895074117685193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7083895074117685193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-moon.html' title='new moon'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7411626546749003341</id><published>2008-12-20T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:59:58.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know your the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/Edward-and-Bella-twilight-series-1551594-385-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/Edward-and-Bella-twilight-series-1551594-385-500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched Twilight yesterday with my sister. Oh, the movie was just awesome. Edward Cullen is so romantic. Now I know why all the girls go ga-ga about him. I am officially in love with Edward Cullen. If you haven't watched the movie, I suggest that you should get that ass out of the chair adn walk yourself all the way to the cinema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edward is like the most perfect man eventhough his a vampire (My mom calls him a dracula). The way he controlled himself not to drink Bella's blood, the way he saved Bella, the way he protected Bella, the way he loved Bella. &lt;em&gt;Ahhhhh.&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/7353629482482975887-7411626546749003341?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7411626546749003341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7411626546749003341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7411626546749003341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7411626546749003341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-your-one.html' title='i know your the one'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7465919226388980352</id><published>2008-12-18T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:30:30.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/xoplayboy/R9RRR0hfaTI/AAAAAAAAFEc/fp44IHa7sVQ/s400/9FVF3OFJYT_Michelle_Williams_VOGUE_April_2008_4_248029_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/xoplayboy/R9RRR0hfaTI/AAAAAAAAFEc/fp44IHa7sVQ/s400/9FVF3OFJYT_Michelle_Williams_VOGUE_April_2008_4_248029_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's like been a while since I updated my blog. It's just that I'm lazy and there wasn't any interesting things happened lately. I'm going to watch Twilight tomorrow with my sister (I know, baru nak tengok, HAHA). My grandmom was here last weekend, so we had to entertain her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you there was not much happening things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B-O-H-R-I-N-G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results are coming out soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7465919226388980352?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7465919226388980352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7465919226388980352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7465919226388980352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7465919226388980352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/art-of-style.html' title='the art of style'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/xoplayboy/R9RRR0hfaTI/AAAAAAAAFEc/fp44IHa7sVQ/s72-c/9FVF3OFJYT_Michelle_Williams_VOGUE_April_2008_4_248029_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3238579091415034420</id><published>2008-12-08T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:43.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's to die for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee270/celebritybodygossip/devon-aoki-japanese-vogue-2008-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 528px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee270/celebritybodygossip/devon-aoki-japanese-vogue-2008-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom wanted to bring her friend's/colleague kids out. So that day was yesterday. Their names are Aliea but everyone calls her Yaya. She's 4 years old. The other one is Akif, 7 year old. You must think that the boys are usually the naughtier and wilder one. But it is the other way round. Yaya was very hyper while Akif was very quiet. When I talk to him, he will keep quiet. Yaya in the other hand, talks non-stop. I don't even know what she was talking about. We had KFC, Baskin Robbins, went to the game room, went to Toys R Us. They even got a toy each. Yaya won't stop running. After a while, Akif started to talk and is a bit more hyper. His a late bloomer (Is it right?), I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaya was so tired until she couldn't walk anymore. She threw herself to my sister and asked my sister to carry her. We were all laughing. Yaya is quite big and my sister is skinny. Yaya asked like 4 times to carry her. At the end, my sister carried her (HAHA) but only lasted like 5 steps (HAHA). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the car, Yaya was talking. She asked us to sleep over her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conversation : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaya ; Can you 3 come to my house and sleep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me; But we didn't bring our clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaya ; It's okay, this is perfect (pointing at my clothes that I'm wearing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me ; But I didn't bring my pajamas. How am I suppose to sleep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaya ; You don't wear anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. We all laughed. The way she said it, it was like very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me ; But what if your father sees me? I'll be very shy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaya ; It's okay. He will like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. We all laughed. Then, she got angry and we all had to stop laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Akif said to my sister "If my dad sees your sister, they will ....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He showed the kiss-kiss face (HAHAHAHAHA) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we sent them back, I was very pooped. Do you know how tiring is to take care of them. I tell you, very VERY tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3238579091415034420?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3238579091415034420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3238579091415034420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3238579091415034420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3238579091415034420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-to-die-for.html' title='it&apos;s to die for'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5725871537733820809</id><published>2008-12-04T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:28:07.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HO HO HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thetshirtgame.com/christmas_joy_warms_the_heart_santa_claus_frosty_snowman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thetshirtgame.com/christmas_joy_warms_the_heart_santa_claus_frosty_snowman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom's college is doing this Christmas project at the PJ Hilton. They are doing this train thing, I don't know. I think its the North Pole or something. So my mom asked my sister and I to write a story about Santa. Here, read see :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Christmas Eve night, Young Snow White and the seven dwarfs were sitting in front of the chimney while drinking Smiley’s famous hot cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Grumpy, can you tell me the story about all of you when you were working at Santa’s workshop?” asked young Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, alright, alright.” said Grumpy. Everyone gathered around Grumpy and was anxious to hear the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At the North Pole, there were only 8 dwarfs who were trained by Santa himself. The dwarfs helped Santa to make the toys for every child, the good one of course.” said Grumpy. “What about the naughty ones?” asked Snow White. “The naughty ones only get coals.” said Grumpy. “What a shame!” said Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One night, Santa asked seven of his trained dwarfs which is us, to help you, Snow White.” In Snow White’s mind, she was grateful to know that Santa cared about her. Then, Nosy continued “Then there was only Skipper left to help Santa. Poor Skipper.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There weren’t anymore dwarfs to help Santa except for Skipper. He couldn’t do all the work by himself. So, Santa asked the elves from the North Pole Village to help him. And that is why now the elves are helping Santa to make the toys.” said Nosy. “What happened to Skipper?” asked Snow White. “Oh, Skipper is very much helping Santa. Skipper became the Head of Toy Making.” said Scooter. “That was a great story.” said Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it all by myself. Well my sister helped too. So, watcha think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5725871537733820809?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5725871537733820809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5725871537733820809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5725871537733820809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5725871537733820809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='HO HO HO'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5635180810871325354</id><published>2008-12-02T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:17:57.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get a leg up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fashion-ation.net/System/Assets/V%20Mag%20-%20NAIOMI003(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fashion-ation.net/System/Assets/V%20Mag%20-%20NAIOMI003(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin was here for the weekend. We had a great time. We went to KLCC on Saturday. My dad was having a meeting near KL, so he was kind enough to drop us there. So, we went walking around KLCC. We went to every floor and we didn't buy anything (HAHA). On Sunday night, my mom cooked us this delicious steak with spaghetti. It was &lt;em&gt;nyummy. &lt;/em&gt;I had two steaks and one big bowl of spaghetti. I love you Mama :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5635180810871325354?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5635180810871325354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5635180810871325354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5635180810871325354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5635180810871325354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-leg-up.html' title='get a leg up'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8395678050053664755</id><published>2008-11-28T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:35:59.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot shot</title><content type='html'>Went to Sunway yesterday with fellow 3 Harmoni's and my sister and cousin tagged along. We were suppose to watch Twilight but it was totally FULL. So, we as in me, my sister, cousin, Emira and Amirah decided to watch Madagascar. The rest went shisha. We watched the 3.20 show. So we had a lot of time before the movie started. We went round and round, went in and out shops, eat. We met a lot of our friends there and I mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar was very CUTE and FUNNY. It was totally worth it. So now, I'm just earning some money so I can watch Twilight in 2 weeks time. I hope it won't be that booked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8395678050053664755?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8395678050053664755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8395678050053664755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8395678050053664755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8395678050053664755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-shot_27.html' title='hot shot'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5738436358939901830</id><published>2008-11-21T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:29:15.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is there an error</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to upload a new blog skin for my blog but it won't upload. It keeps saying xml something error. Bodo punya. People, if anyone of you know how to fix it, please tell me. I need help. Leave a comment. Thank you very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5738436358939901830?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5738436358939901830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5738436358939901830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5738436358939901830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5738436358939901830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-is-there-error.html' title='why is there an error'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3856780800189617989</id><published>2008-11-20T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:34:06.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new sensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://geeksofdoom.com/GoD/img/2008/movies/2008-05-10-twilight_poster_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 405px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://geeksofdoom.com/GoD/img/2008/movies/2008-05-10-twilight_poster_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I noticed that everyone is into Twilight. I just watched the trailer and now I can't wait to watch the movie eventhough I haven't read the book. But, what the heck. It can't stop me from watching it. I think I will buy the book and start reading than doing nothing. Edward Cullen/Robert Pattinson is seriously HOT for a vampire dude or even a human dude. Look see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/t/twighlight/casting_080214/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that every girl will agree with me that his a heart melting maker. But I found another guy and seems that his suppose to be Edward Cullen. Look see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://jeremiahandrews.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/gaspard-ulliel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, that's HOT. His so cute. His name is Gaspard Ulliel *drools. Why didn't he get the part? Now I'm dreaming that someday I would like to be Mrs. Ulliel. Who do you think is hotter, Gaspard or Robert? I know, it's a very hard decision (HAHA). Let's admire his cuteness/hotness shall we, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/2852/gaspardullielreferencevl7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/8465/normalgaspardulliel008nq6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://x68.xanga.com/197832f743336190126020/z146300461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z237/snni1310/GaspardUlliel4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3856780800189617989?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3856780800189617989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3856780800189617989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3856780800189617989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3856780800189617989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-sensation.html' title='the new sensation'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4078564232937915656</id><published>2008-11-20T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:52:28.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.filmbuffonline.com/uploaded_images/QuantumOfSolace-723689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.filmbuffonline.com/uploaded_images/QuantumOfSolace-723689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched Quantum of Solace last week with the family. The movie was okay but the movie has too much action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'M BORED MAN! Planned to watch Madagascar this Saturday but everyone is busy. So maybe I'll just go with my sister. My sister got her phone. Now, she's like 24-7 with her phone. For me, my phone is in my room playing dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I MISS MY FRIENDS. I have nothing to do at home. All I do everyday is sleep, eat, watch tv, internet and be bored. Come on friends, lets meet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-4078564232937915656?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4078564232937915656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4078564232937915656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4078564232937915656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4078564232937915656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredom-strikes.html' title='boredom strikes'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8307707356160671587</id><published>2008-11-13T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:42:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying colours</title><content type='html'>The UPSR results are out today and my sister got 5A's ! We went to her school to take her results. When she took, I could hear her scream and she ran to my mom. She was jumping and said I got 5A's, I got 5A's. She cried. I only got 4 A's for my UPSR. I was like you beat me (HAHA) but I was happy for her. Most of her friends got 5A's. We went to Pizza Uno at Taipan to celebrate. As promised, my dad is going to buy her a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS ALIAH :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8307707356160671587?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8307707356160671587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8307707356160671587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8307707356160671587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8307707356160671587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/flying-colours.html' title='flying colours'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-475358295734350435</id><published>2008-11-12T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:41:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Have This Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.entertainment.sky.com/image/unscaled/2008/7/29/high-school-musical-3-senior-year-08-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://media.entertainment.sky.com/image/unscaled/2008/7/29/high-school-musical-3-senior-year-08-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now don't you feel like you want to go to your boyfriend/girlfriend and take their hand and bring them far far away?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know I do :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Omg, I'm obsess with High School Musical. Stop Samira &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-475358295734350435?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/475358295734350435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=475358295734350435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/475358295734350435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/475358295734350435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-i-have-this-dance.html' title='Can I Have This Dance'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2027115057684020265</id><published>2008-11-12T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:17:36.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shower me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/NIM/PL004~Musician-in-the-Rain-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/NIM/PL004~Musician-in-the-Rain-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's raining, it's raining. The old man is snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You know, in High School Musical 3, theres this part where Gabriella and Troy were dancing the waltz on the school roof. I thought that was very romantic. And then it rained. I wish someday that when I have a boyfriend, he will bring me up to a rooftop and we would dance the whole night long. Then, I want it to rain, just for a while is enough. I don't care if I get sick because at that time I would be in love and I'm with my prince charming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, cheesy much (HAHA). Hey, a girl can dream :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasyecards.com/ecards/pix/Romance/1-dancing-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://www.fantasyecards.com/ecards/pix/Romance/1-dancing-in-the-rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2027115057684020265?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2027115057684020265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2027115057684020265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2027115057684020265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2027115057684020265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/shower-me-down.html' title='shower me down'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5073171854333021366</id><published>2008-11-12T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:36:06.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sisters bond</title><content type='html'>Last night, my sister and I were bored. So, we took pictures to get rid of the boredom (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpkei9EHQI/AAAAAAAAACw/314NHcDeTh0/s1600-h/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267633190104997122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpkei9EHQI/AAAAAAAAACw/314NHcDeTh0/s320/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks weird, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpm3M8hvtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/q1xDKVjANo0/s1600-h/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267635812717149906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpm3M8hvtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/q1xDKVjANo0/s320/IMG_1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpn7y4CxCI/AAAAAAAAADA/bFn--qwdz-I/s1600-h/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267636991129994274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpn7y4CxCI/AAAAAAAAADA/bFn--qwdz-I/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267637571016173490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpodjHrp7I/AAAAAAAAADI/Uofx6aUSvfM/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her hair was in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRppIK7cv7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/B5w4M7izen4/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267638303256788914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRppIK7cv7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/B5w4M7izen4/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpp5YbKLzI/AAAAAAAAADY/KKx93SgJZfY/s1600-h/IMG_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267639148693040946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpp5YbKLzI/AAAAAAAAADY/KKx93SgJZfY/s320/IMG_1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's my sister, Aliah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpqdn3AQ0I/AAAAAAAAADg/uX6yW85bFRs/s1600-h/IMG_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267639771311653698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpqdn3AQ0I/AAAAAAAAADg/uX6yW85bFRs/s320/IMG_1866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpq_t6HJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/sgnavcuYWqo/s1600-h/IMG_1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267640357050853234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpq_t6HJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/sgnavcuYWqo/s320/IMG_1867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Avoid me :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5073171854333021366?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5073171854333021366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5073171854333021366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5073171854333021366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5073171854333021366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/sisters-bond.html' title='sisters bond'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SRpkei9EHQI/AAAAAAAAACw/314NHcDeTh0/s72-c/IMG_1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8742442045519646489</id><published>2008-11-12T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:04:23.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what about now</title><content type='html'>I still can't forgive him. Whenever he calls me to sit next to him, I would say no. I will give an excuse. When he touches me, I ask him to stop it. When he kisses me or hugs me, I will wipe the kiss and say that his janggut is painful or his smelly. And when he says I love you, I will like whisper love you too but I don't mean it. I don't love him as much as I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8742442045519646489?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8742442045519646489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8742442045519646489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8742442045519646489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8742442045519646489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-about-now.html' title='what about now'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-9093483485165193391</id><published>2008-11-10T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:28:46.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait a minute</title><content type='html'>People, my friend, Hari Haran would like you to subscribe to this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Zentro13"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/Zentro13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-9093483485165193391?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/9093483485165193391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=9093483485165193391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/9093483485165193391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/9093483485165193391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/wait-minute.html' title='wait a minute'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-1265231181819086336</id><published>2008-11-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:23:39.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the three wishes</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm back and I think I won't talk crap anymore. Instead, I'm going to write a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bennettsclassicart.com/USERIMAGES/Riverside%20Cottage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://www.bennettsclassicart.com/USERIMAGES/Riverside%20Cottage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Max was a poor woodcutter who lived in a small cottage next to a large forest with his wife, Elsa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One day, just as he was about to chop down a giant oak tree, he saw a woodland fairy fluttering just below the branch. He had never seen a fairy before. "Maybe I'm dreaming," he said to himself, rubbing his eyes; but when he opened them again, the fairy was still there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Hello!" asid the tiny creature. "If you spare this oak tree, the next three wishes that you or your wife make will come true." Then she was gone. So Max left the oak tree and moved on to another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He worked hard all day, and when he got home he was so tired that he had forgotten all about the fairy and the three wishes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"I'm hungry. What's for supper?" he asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Potato soup," answered Elsa. "We haven't got enough money to buy meat."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Not again," moaned Max. "I'll begin to look like a potato soon. I wish we could have nice sausage for a change." No sooner had he spoken when there was a "Tring!", and a huge sausage appeared on the table. This reminded Max of the fairy, and he immediately told Elsa about their three wishes. When he'd finished, Elsa was furious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"You stupid man, you've wasted one of our precious wishes on a sausage! I wish it was stuck to the end of your nose."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Immediately there was another "Tring!", and the sausage flew from the table and attached itself to the end of Max's nose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When he next spoke, it sounded as though he had a terrible cold. "Dow look what you've done," he mumbled. "Try and pull it off." Elsa tried, but the sausage was well and truly stuck on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At last she said, "Let's ask for all the gold and jewels in the world. Then we could enjoy ourselves."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Don't be silly. How could I enjoy byself wid everybody calling me sausage-dose?" replied Max.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Oh, I wish dis had dever happened."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Tring!" The sausage disappeared, and so did their third and final wish. They sat down to their potato soup, and argued about who's fault it was. If only they had eaten the sausage when it had first appeared, they would still have had two wishes left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-1265231181819086336?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/1265231181819086336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=1265231181819086336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1265231181819086336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1265231181819086336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-wishes.html' title='the three wishes'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5431005368391764167</id><published>2008-11-10T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:30:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COME ON PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>The school holidays just started and I'm already bored. I want to look for a job but I'm lazy to work? I know ask too much. I can't be lazy if I want to work. I'm talking crap here. Can someone give me an idea why am I here. I don't know why I am writing this post if I don't know what to write about. I'm just blabbing. The weather is just so hot right now and I guess it will be getting hotter every day. Great, I'm a weather girl right now. Ok, shut up Samira! No one wants to listen to this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye folks, I'll be back. And when I get back I hope I'll be talking less crap and talk about something that people will actually read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5431005368391764167?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5431005368391764167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5431005368391764167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5431005368391764167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5431005368391764167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-on-people.html' title='COME ON PEOPLE'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4858514055891496472</id><published>2008-11-09T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:45:58.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot shot</title><content type='html'>8 November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diamondvues.com/archives/Model%20Wearing%20Jewelry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://www.diamondvues.com/archives/Model%20Wearing%20Jewelry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I modelled for Habib Jewels launching yesterday. It was so much fun ! We had to be there 7.30 in the morning. The event started at 11. So, we had to be there early to do our make-up. I tell you, the make-up process was very long and painful at the eyes. We had to wear false eyelashes and I didn't like it at all. My eyes were watery the whole time. It looks like if I was crying. I looked way different after the make-up. My face was like full of make-up. Then, we practised walking. We had two segment, one is in a modern baju and the other is tradisional. When the jewellery arrived, we all went into the dressing room and put it on. We saw the price of the jewelleries and I just said 'Hello my 10 cars and 3 bunglows'. It was like seriously expensive. When I wore the jewellery, the first thing that crossed my mind is that this is so HEAVY (HAHA) and I was scared I was going to fall. The fashion show starts. I was the second last to come out. I was like 'Woh'. Everyone was staring. So I walked around their tables and my family was like doing the phewit (HAHA). I had a blast. Call me if you need models :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-4858514055891496472?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4858514055891496472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4858514055891496472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4858514055891496472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4858514055891496472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-shot.html' title='hot shot'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4296112420426116007</id><published>2008-11-03T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:51:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good gone bad</title><content type='html'>My mom, sister and I went SHOPPING yesterday. It was a mother-daughters day out. We went to Sunway Pyramid. My sister has a farewell dinner for the Standard 6 students. So we went to find a dress for her. We went into Treats and she bought this red dress, with flowers. I bought this cute green top. We went walking around, went in and out from shops. We ate Pizza Hut :9. It was a really fun day. But the fun didn't last long. I fought with my dad, again :S. I kept crying last night but there was someone to cheer me up, the bimbo Jazzlan and Najwa and Nisha and Faiqah (HAHA).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-4296112420426116007?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4296112420426116007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4296112420426116007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4296112420426116007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4296112420426116007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-gone-bad.html' title='good gone bad'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5707038248295778847</id><published>2008-11-01T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:52:13.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat fight</title><content type='html'>I had a fight with my dad, again. I cried and I stayed in my cupboard for more than an hour. I wanted to run away. I wanted to hug someone. I wanted my friends. My eyes were burning and I couldn't open my eyes. So now, I'm like not talking to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5707038248295778847?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5707038248295778847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5707038248295778847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5707038248295778847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5707038248295778847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/10/cat-fight.html' title='cat fight'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7188381314456712728</id><published>2008-11-01T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:48:22.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready steady</title><content type='html'>30 October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMIRA !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had the laziness out from my body and went to school. It was boring, as usual. What are we, after PMR students, suppose to do? So, we just sat in the hall and played UNO. Then, we went to the bilik wawasan for a movie viewing. While waiting for the teachers to set it up, Dee and I played speed. Dee was so fast. The movie was starting, so we stopped. We watched Journey to the Centre of the Earth. I didn't pay attention much because I was sleepy and the speaker was soft and the words like lari? with their mouths. It's like their mouth is saying this but the sayings are different. So it's like confusing and hard to understand. At 12, there was this jamuan Hari Raya and Deepavali. I walked home with Audrey. I miss her man. Around 3, I went to Taipan for Emira's birthday. I had to walk there plus it was very hot. So, I arrived at McDonald and I went upstairs. Emira, Afifah and Amirah were already there. Then, Putri arrived. We ordered. While I was paying, the worker was like staring at me for a very long time. It's not only one worker, I think there was 3 of them. So, I fed up with their staring and smiling at me, I went upstairs earlier. The rest came up. I noticed that when I talk, they all would laugh. So we had a good laugh (HAHA). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, we went to the rooftop. When we were climbing up the stairs, we saw this guys leg and was like lying on the floor. We thought that he was dead. So we all ran down. Then, the guys came. We ask them to go up and check. Actually, that guy was sleeping but his face looks like he was a drug addict. It was scary. We ran up quickly. I was scared that he will garb my legs or something. When we reach the top,we took pictures, mostly me (HAHA). The rest were like shy. Then, this guy came up and scolded us. We were chased out. That guy was like really rude. So then, we went window shopping. We went to this shop and Afifah, Amirah and I tried on some clothes. I tried on a black dress. It was very cute. We walked and walked and walked. Then, I went home with Amirah. Her mother was kind enough to send me home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7188381314456712728?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7188381314456712728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7188381314456712728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7188381314456712728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7188381314456712728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/10/ready-steady.html' title='ready steady'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3021666124405070845</id><published>2008-10-28T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:51:04.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its to die for</title><content type='html'>This always happens to me. I keep my hopes high then suddenly, BOOM, with a big explosion happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood has gone away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3021666124405070845?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3021666124405070845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3021666124405070845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3021666124405070845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3021666124405070845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-to-die-for.html' title='its to die for'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3049702686128547467</id><published>2008-10-27T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:19:44.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Bird Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SQXNQ0-E36I/AAAAAAAAACo/XsxXs_vS_Ek/s1600-h/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261834886113217170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SQXK81WJSpI/AAAAAAAAACI/S1NkbXOwPv4/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliah &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SQXLeCVkrOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mC-QMcqXpjo/s1600-h/IMG_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261835456536161506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SQXLeCVkrOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mC-QMcqXpjo/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; her again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SQXL7dINjhI/AAAAAAAAACY/NjBBJ1kNHB8/s1600-h/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261835961944083986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SQXL7dINjhI/AAAAAAAAACY/NjBBJ1kNHB8/s320/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SQXMllfsm5I/AAAAAAAAACg/pI8oBsxudeI/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261836685744577426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SQXMllfsm5I/AAAAAAAAACg/pI8oBsxudeI/s320/IMG_1811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Daddy-yo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(My hand is weird. I look like a chicken)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3049702686128547467?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3049702686128547467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3049702686128547467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3049702686128547467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3049702686128547467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/10/kl-bird-park.html' title='KL Bird Park'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SQXK81WJSpI/AAAAAAAAACI/S1NkbXOwPv4/s72-c/IMG_1793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2995974824966685494</id><published>2008-10-27T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:50:39.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paint the muse</title><content type='html'>I'm at my cousin's house right now. I was here since yesterday. Before that, I went to the bird park with my dad and sister. It was kinda fun but there were to many peacocks. I was getting bored because  we keep seeing the same bird every time.  In the evening, my family and I went to my cousin's house for tea. We were here for dinner too. We went to Alamanda for dinner. Then, all the young people (HAHA) went window shopping while the old folks were sitting and chatting. Then, my sister and I decided to sleepover at my cousin's place. So here I am. We slept late last night. We watched 'Meet the Spartans' and in the spirit of Deepavali, we also watched 'Kuch Kuch Ho Ta Hei'. It was fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2995974824966685494?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2995974824966685494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2995974824966685494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2995974824966685494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2995974824966685494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/10/paint-muse.html' title='paint the muse'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3921521255035464876</id><published>2008-10-25T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:53:43.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweet fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.efronfreak.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/high_school_musical_3_poster_no_hotlinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 518px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.efronfreak.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/high_school_musical_3_poster_no_hotlinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMIRA (me, HAHA) ! I'm officially fifteen now. So today, I went to celebrate with my friends at Sunway Pyramid. We went to watch High School Musical 3 and we were the first bach to watch it. The movie was AWESOME! The best among all the three movies. Most of my friends couldn't make it :(. The only one who came were Najwa, Amir, Intan, Amy, Fatinah, her boyfriend, Putri, and Amy's friend. My sister and her friends tagged along. After the movie, we went shisha-ing. I felt dizzy after the shisha. Then, Dee came with her brother. Dee, Putri, Intan and I went window shopping. Najwa, Amir, Amy and Amy's friend were still shisha-ing. I had to buy a scrunch for my mum. So we went hunting. Then, we stopped at Diva London and I saw this really cute necklace. The first minute I laid my eyes on it, I went straight to the counter and bought it. Fared, Imran and Ikram were suppose to come but they didn't show up. Around 4, I had to go back. So all of them walked me to the entrance. Then, we said our byes. I had fun :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3921521255035464876?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3921521255035464876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3921521255035464876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3921521255035464876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3921521255035464876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-fifteen.html' title='the sweet fifteen'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2699744880236960826</id><published>2008-10-17T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:20:39.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop and smell the flowers</title><content type='html'>Dear blog readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK! Exams are over. Raise up your hands in the air and scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://portovert.com/files/Article/joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://portovert.com/files/Article/joy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2699744880236960826?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2699744880236960826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2699744880236960826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2699744880236960826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2699744880236960826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-and-smell-flowers.html' title='stop and smell the flowers'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2199060351139297096</id><published>2008-09-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:00:32.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>festive season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR &amp;amp; BATIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2199060351139297096?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2199060351139297096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2199060351139297096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2199060351139297096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2199060351139297096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/09/festive-season.html' title='festive season'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7042202816218380774</id><published>2008-09-26T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:07:22.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come clean</title><content type='html'>I'm like way happy because my second trial results are like way better than my other results in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 4 A's. Tecnically, 5 A's but my BM teacher does not want to give me that one more mark to get an A. But in the real exam, I'll be getting 5 A's. I was like shouting. I was way shocked that I could score this high. Alhamdulillah (HAHA :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7042202816218380774?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7042202816218380774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7042202816218380774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7042202816218380774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7042202816218380774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-clean.html' title='come clean'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3815397810218717227</id><published>2008-09-24T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:18:43.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWAYY</title><content type='html'>I'm AWAYY blogspot. PMR is around the corner. be back in a months time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK. I need all the luck that I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3815397810218717227?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3815397810218717227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3815397810218717227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3815397810218717227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3815397810218717227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/09/awayy.html' title='AWAYY'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4012049299141352213</id><published>2008-09-07T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:41:50.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be the best</title><content type='html'>We live while we can,&lt;br /&gt;We love while we can,&lt;br /&gt;We laugh while we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seize the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-4012049299141352213?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4012049299141352213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4012049299141352213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4012049299141352213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4012049299141352213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-best.html' title='be the best'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4508152024567383829</id><published>2008-09-01T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:08:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merdeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bnn.go.id/file/poster/mini/Merdeka%20atau%20Mati_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.bnn.go.id/file/poster/mini/Merdeka%20atau%20Mati_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The picture says it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-4508152024567383829?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4508152024567383829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4508152024567383829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4508152024567383829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4508152024567383829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/09/merdeka.html' title='merdeka'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7919922208207465948</id><published>2008-09-01T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:05:21.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dollyrots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.purevolume.com/cdnImages/crop_345x235/Artist-2410113-rot8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cdn.purevolume.com/cdnImages/crop_345x235/Artist-2410113-rot8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DIG THEM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7919922208207465948?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7919922208207465948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7919922208207465948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7919922208207465948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7919922208207465948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/09/dollyrots.html' title='the dollyrots'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-1970123513826988917</id><published>2008-08-26T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:20:27.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the limelight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25 August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHAY NAJWA &amp;amp; INTAN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was like gila fun. Najwa brought her camera to school. I started to play with Isyraq's hair. I tied his hair into small ponytails and i put a very cute pink clip and I tell you he was C-U-T-E (HAHA). Our teacher was late, so we took pictures. Then, I was finding my next victim which is Muzaffar. I put a clip on him and he was so cuteeee (HAHA). After that, I wanted to do Imran's hair but he doesn't want. So, I gave him my tudung and I asked him to wear it. So now, I have 3 daughters, Isyraq, Muzaffar and Imran (HAHA). Imran is a bit alim then my other daughters cause Imran wears tudung (HAHA). It was best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I walked home to school with Audrey. Man, I miss her. Around 3, I'm suppose to be at Taipan for Najwa's and Intan's birthday. I went there a bit later. But first, I had to ask my dad. So, I called him. I was surprised that he let me go. He didn't even asked me a lot of questions. He just asked what time am I going. A miracle. Then, my dad came back. I asked him to send me. I arrived around 3.30. Najwa and all were at Baskins. We waited for Najwa's friend to come. Then, we headed off to McD. I was suppose to meet my friend, Amirul there :). Then, we went upstairs and I saw him with Hafiz, Isyraq and Emir. I could see that he was shocked to see me (HAHA). I was suppose to buy him ice-cream, so I called him down with me. Then, Imran (my third daughter, HAHA) came. I bought him ice-cream too for his belated birthday which was 20 days ago. Amirul keeps thanking me for the ice-cream. He thanked me like 5 times (HAHA).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted to talk to Amirul but he was like shy and there lots of people, so tak jadi (HAHA). Instead, I talked to Imran in English (HAHA). Then, we went to Burger King. Ida wanted Najwa and Intan to stay at one spot so that she could bring in the surprise cake. I went upstairs with the boys while Najwa and her friends are downstairs. I was the only girl up there (HAHA). Then, I was starting to merepeking like usual. Then, Najwa and the rest came up. Like 10 minutes later, the cake arrived. I was like the only one who sang happy birthday (HAHA). The cake fight started to happen. Amir went to put cake on me and we ran about putting cake on each others faces. Then, the worker came up and he was like looking around with his mad look. He went down and called the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went out immediately. Some of them went to McD. Me, Najwa and the boys were in front of Burger King thinking where to go next. Then, that worker came out to see me, ME. He scolded me, ME. Everyone was like scared, so I had to be the brave one and talked to him. Najwa went around me and hide. The boys were like standing there and staring at me. The worker was like fuck man. Even the manager wasn't that kecoh. Najwa and her friend went off. Then the worker was like calling them. He asked us to wait out there and he went in. When he went in, we all scattered away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like fuck man. I'm the guest and I have to face this. After that, my mood was gone. I wanted to go back. First, I asked Sharidzman to walk me home cause my dad was lazy to pick me up, he said he will see first. Then I asked Imran and Isyraq. They wanted to go home earlier. So, I let them go. Finally, Sharidzman was kind enough to walk me home. Thanks Sharidzman :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is a taska near my house. When we passed that taska, there were kids out there. They were like saying hye. One boy asked 'nama awak sapa?'. We were like thinking should we say our names. Then, that boy started to shout his name, his full name. Then the rest followed him. They were so cute (HAHA). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-1970123513826988917?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/1970123513826988917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=1970123513826988917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1970123513826988917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1970123513826988917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-limelight.html' title='in the limelight'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-6645686765622261617</id><published>2008-08-24T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:26:28.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>I went for a picnic at Janda Baik (it's near Genting, I'm not sure where actually). My dad's friend organised this. The house was beside a river. There were lots of food &amp;amp; there was batik panting. I did a shirt and it turned out really nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SLE1Ge40tKI/AAAAAAAAABo/4Zxpw6Ann4U/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238026227095483554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SLE1Ge40tKI/AAAAAAAAABo/4Zxpw6Ann4U/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Aliah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SLE1iYFk2KI/AAAAAAAAABw/EQVhbqEg890/s1600-h/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238026706306259106" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" height="225" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SLE1iYFk2KI/AAAAAAAAABw/EQVhbqEg890/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SLE2NL216PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vH3q9xCur-I/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238027441757612274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SLE2NL216PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vH3q9xCur-I/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing the batik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SLE22oOiNVI/AAAAAAAAACA/U2JdiUJ1zCA/s1600-h/IMG_1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238028153747813714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SLE22oOiNVI/AAAAAAAAACA/U2JdiUJ1zCA/s320/IMG_1617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's my mommy waving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-6645686765622261617?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/6645686765622261617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=6645686765622261617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6645686765622261617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6645686765622261617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/picnic.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SLE1Ge40tKI/AAAAAAAAABo/4Zxpw6Ann4U/s72-c/IMG_1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7740128231457659804</id><published>2008-08-23T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:35:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magic always</title><content type='html'>There's magic when we hold hands&lt;br /&gt;When you slip your fingers into mine&lt;br /&gt;The memory always lingers&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic always does happen&lt;br /&gt;Within the feel of your palm&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's magic when we stare at each other&lt;br /&gt;With no words spoken at all&lt;br /&gt;The fire always burns&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic always does happen&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lost, staring at you&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's magic whenever we kiss&lt;br /&gt;When your lips feather mine&lt;br /&gt;I thirst for more of you&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic always does happen&lt;br /&gt;As my throat constricts&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's magic when we make love&lt;br /&gt;On cloud nine to the skies above&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for more of you&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic always does happen&lt;br /&gt;When you send shivers through me&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your tricky wand&lt;br /&gt;And you're my magician&lt;br /&gt;Please wield magic with me always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7740128231457659804?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7740128231457659804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7740128231457659804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7740128231457659804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7740128231457659804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/magic-always.html' title='magic always'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2747780080494283349</id><published>2008-08-23T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:29:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven</title><content type='html'>Heaven, where the streets are made of gold,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, where you never age or grow old,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, where lifes secrets unfold,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, where the secrets are told,&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Heaven, where flowers grow wild,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, once again your a child,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, the weathers always warm and mild,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, where wings lay open in piles,&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Heaven, where we are free,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, cant you see?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, its for you and for me,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, when we are free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2747780080494283349?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2747780080494283349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2747780080494283349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2747780080494283349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2747780080494283349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/heaven.html' title='heaven'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-1991561884632616814</id><published>2008-08-23T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:26:44.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness is within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;‘Does Happiness depend upon comfort?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness lies in not comforts alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is not a static quality of the human mind, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All can’t remain happy all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It would be foolishness to wish for a life, filled with happiness alone;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is more when woes come in-between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is just a feeling weird!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life could become boring and monotonous, when happiness is prolonged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even the pauper can be happier than the prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even the beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is something strange that varies with time, experience and wisdom.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is all within; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in giving; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in sharing; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is the ceiling, whatever you fix!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness does not wholly depend on comforts; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness cannot be bought by money; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is not all luxury; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is abstract to the core!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in being child-like, though adult; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in making and seeing the less fortunate ones, smile; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in acting adult-like, although a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in giving something to someone, although you still need it.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in giving up your chance to someone, who most needs it; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in doing acts of charity; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness to some is in dreams alone; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness to some doing risky feats; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness to some is in yeoman service to mankind.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is a phenomenon; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is a quirk of fate; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is quite rare and scarce at times; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness to some is in living in a virtual world!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in braving the storms of life; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in toiling for others’ sakes; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in sharing your talents and ken; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness is in loving your poor brethren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-1991561884632616814?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/1991561884632616814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=1991561884632616814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1991561884632616814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1991561884632616814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/does-happiness-depend-upon-comfort.html' title='happiness is within'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3504469311995338018</id><published>2008-08-23T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:13:05.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is full of wonders</title><content type='html'>Life is a world of wonders&lt;br /&gt;Life is sandy&lt;br /&gt;Life is lonely&lt;br /&gt;Life can also be full of different activities.&lt;br /&gt;Life is caring&lt;br /&gt;Life is hatred&lt;br /&gt;Life is always full of mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Life is full love&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of up and downs&lt;br /&gt;Life is mischief&lt;br /&gt;Life is entertaining&lt;br /&gt;Life is curious&lt;br /&gt;Lifeis full of uderstanding&lt;br /&gt;Life is hope&lt;br /&gt;Life is sometimes full of hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of different crimes like stealing, killing..&lt;br /&gt;Well life is always interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3504469311995338018?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3504469311995338018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3504469311995338018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3504469311995338018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3504469311995338018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-full-of-wonders.html' title='life is full of wonders'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2232105713560177833</id><published>2008-08-19T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:22:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his hot, your not</title><content type='html'>(The picture uploader is not uploading. Imagine there is The Mummy Tomb of the Dragon Emporer poster here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch the Mummy with Najwa on Sunday. It was like way best. The Yeti's were so cute (HAHA). Before that, we went scouting for a new purse (it's not the handbag purse, is the purse where you keep all your money purse). We went in and out from all kinds of shops. Finally, we stopped at Mini Toons and I found a very cute purse for only 10 bucks. After the show, we went to find for food. Almost every restaurant in the mall was packed. We decided to eat at Uncle Lim's. We went back around 4. At 5, I went to visit my grandmother at my uncle's house. At night, my mother and I went to Old Taste because we needed the wireless to do her work. My wireless is not working. We came back at 11.30. From 10 in the morning till 11.30 at night I was out. I was pooped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2232105713560177833?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2232105713560177833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2232105713560177833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2232105713560177833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2232105713560177833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/his-hot-your-not.html' title='his hot, your not'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-373391070626837493</id><published>2008-08-16T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:58:04.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a night</title><content type='html'>High School Musical last night was awesome! Me and Najwa was like gila on the phone (HAHA). She was sitting down and I was sitting above. We saw each other (HAHA). During the break, she called me and we jadi gila and hyper. I want to go again! After the show, I went back to my cousins house first and my parents will pick me up there. I was like crazy in the car. I was laughing non-stop and I was talking crap. Then, at my cousins house, we went into the AV room, and we pasang lagu and I sang (HAHA). I was totally hyper yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-373391070626837493?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/373391070626837493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=373391070626837493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/373391070626837493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/373391070626837493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-night.html' title='what a night'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7362827701108482715</id><published>2008-08-15T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:38:31.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape at bedtime</title><content type='html'>The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out&lt;br /&gt;Through the blinds and the windows and bars;&lt;br /&gt;And high overhead and all moving about,&lt;br /&gt;There were thousands of millions of stars.&lt;br /&gt;There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,&lt;br /&gt;Nor of people in church or the Park,&lt;br /&gt;As the crowds of the stars looked down upon me,&lt;br /&gt;And that glittered and winked in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,&lt;br /&gt;And the star of the sailor, and Mars,&lt;br /&gt;These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall&lt;br /&gt;Would be half full of water and stars.&lt;br /&gt;They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,&lt;br /&gt;And they soon had me packed into bed;&lt;br /&gt;But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And the stars going round in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7362827701108482715?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7362827701108482715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7362827701108482715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7362827701108482715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7362827701108482715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/escape-at-bedtime.html' title='escape at bedtime'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2327838416400353080</id><published>2008-08-15T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:16:43.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bright lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/figureskating/1/7/N/H/-/-/highschoolmusical2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="351" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/figureskating/1/7/N/H/-/-/highschoolmusical2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sydney.diarystar.com.au/images/disneys-high-school-musical-the-ice-tour3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;High School Musical Ice Tour here I come! I'm going tonight. I'm going with my sister and my cousins. Najwa is also going tonight but she will be sitting in the VIP box. I was like your so lucky. It's okay, as long I get to go I don't care where I sit. Well, at least don't give me a seat that is so way up and I could only see their tiny ant heads. I can't wait :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2327838416400353080?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2327838416400353080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2327838416400353080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2327838416400353080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2327838416400353080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/bright-lights.html' title='bright lights'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-1791576275813749222</id><published>2008-08-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:19:08.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold the pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand" height="411" alt="" src="http://www.artshole.co.uk/arts/artists/emma%20skett/Emma-Full-pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm back people! I have been really busy this week. TRIALS! arghh. It was like damn fucking hard and this is only trials, not even PMR. What if my PMR results are gone, then, they have to take my trial marks, I don't think I will do good. Okay, I don't want to talk about trials now. I want to relax. Holidays are starting next week. I'm starting mine early, tomorrow. There is only chinese paper tomorrow and I think that all the form3 malay students will not be coming tomorrow except for Fariq. Fariq is this weird and nerdy and weird guy in my class. He never misses school, not even once. He said he wants to come to school and study. I was like, what do you want to study. There is exams going on and he wants to study. He laughs on his own. Last week, when we were arranging the tables for the exam, Fariq was sitting at the back. Fared asked him to sit in front. Suddenly, Fariq shouted like king kong (bak kata Imran). His face was like really angry like the how-dare-you-stole-my-girlfriend-come lets-fight look. I was like way shocked. Fared jumped out of his sit. The teacher was just beside Fariq and she just sits there like it is a very quiet class.&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/7353629482482975887-1791576275813749222?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/1791576275813749222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=1791576275813749222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1791576275813749222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1791576275813749222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/hold-pose.html' title='hold the pose'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2945161472793456085</id><published>2008-08-05T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:48:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 AUGUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad suggested to go for a hike at FRIM. My mother didn't follow cause she had to go out. So, it was just me, my sister and my dad. We had to hike lie so way up high. Now days, I'm tired easily. When we go up hill, I had to hold my dad's hand. Then, we walked on the canopy walk. We had to walk way up. My heart was like beating so fast like it was about to have an heart attack. I had to stop every 5 minutes. I was dizzy like I wanted to faint. I was about to throw up. I even did the face and my mouth was opened and there was noise ready to vomit but it wouldn't come out. It was really painful. When, we reached at the canopy walk, I was okay. So, I went walked on the canopy walk and it was so high from the ground. I'm scared of heights. I was like shouting (HAHA). After a while, I was okay. On the way down, we saw wedding couples. They were having a photo shoot. That night, we went to this chinese restaurant. The place was packed. I wouldn't be surprised that it was packed because the food was really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2945161472793456085?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2945161472793456085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2945161472793456085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2945161472793456085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2945161472793456085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-hide.html' title='never hide'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4440394534865814261</id><published>2008-08-05T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:03:33.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/voguejillvogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/voguejillvogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CUT MY HAIR ! I got back from school and I saw my mom. She didn't go to work. Then, my mom said 'come, we go and cut hair'. I was like okay. I went to Chase Up at taipan. It's a new saloon. After that, I went to McD to buy ice-cream. I saw Naddie and the geng. My sister keeps looking at them, like stalking them. I was like ' Aliah, can you stop looking at them'. My sister is crazy (HAHA). She likes to look at people like so obviously (HAHA). Lke a real stalker. She was like 'Kak, that's Lutfi'. I was like so? (HAHA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7353629482482975887-4440394534865814261?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4440394534865814261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4440394534865814261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4440394534865814261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4440394534865814261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-delicious.html' title='be delicious'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8856895667637428335</id><published>2008-07-31T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:20:26.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my husband is a murderer</title><content type='html'>I was quiet today. There was no interesting event at all. I feel so left out. They were like talking a lot about their day and I was like sitting there imagining and making my non-laughing face. I haven't express my laughness for like 4 days (I know I told you that in the previous post). In my class, there wasn't any teacher. I was like so bored. I was like sitting there doing nothing. Arghhh. Darn you teachers making me suffer like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Audrey, Jazzlan, Najwa, Sharidzman and Intan walked back together. Then, we reached Audrey's house. Me and Jazzlan were walking in a different road from the others after sending Audrey home. When we reached my house, I didn't went in quite yet. Me and Jazzlan were sitting and talking in front of my house. He told me lots of things about what Audrey told him. I was like why were you both talking/gossiping about me (HAHA). Then, suddenly my dad came. JENG JENG JENG. Jazzlan was like is that your dad. When I said yeah, he terus said bye and walked off. He was scared of my dad. Almost all of my friends are scared of my dad. I was surprised that he wasn't angry. I was expecting a lecture but instead he just laugh. His weird. His like not that strict anymore. Yeay! (HAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8856895667637428335?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8856895667637428335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8856895667637428335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8856895667637428335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8856895667637428335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-husband-is-murderer.html' title='my husband is a murderer'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8060856900798852811</id><published>2008-07-30T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:24:33.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desirable lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.teenstylelounge.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/ss_blonde_lips4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://www.teenstylelounge.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/ss_blonde_lips4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since my last post (heck, it's only been 3 days, HAHA). It's been really boringgggg. I feel left out somehow. I don't know how to explain but I just feel awkward. Today, I didn't talk to Najwa much today. It's like been 3 days since I laughed with her. We are in different classes now. She has Sharidzman and I have nobody (it sounds that I'm depressed). During recess time, I was sitting alone at the stairs waiting for the bell to ring. Najwa was with Intan and I couldn't find them. Balik time, I went back with Jazzlan's mom and Audrey was there too. His mom is really nice. I like your mom Jazzlan (HAHA). So yeah, I got back, eat and sleep. My life is becoming less interesting now. It has been a while since I talked to my neihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I MISS THEM :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, I get to meet Azrin a.k.a Bee. His Najwa's boyfriend, fyi. We keep planning to meet but always tak jadi. Argghhh, I hate my class. Hate, hate, HATE. I have no one to talk to. I stayed back at school to finish up my seni. Then, Azrin came in. While Najwa and Fatinah finished their seni, me and Azrin were talking crap. I was laughing non-stop. It has been a while since I laughed way loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, we started our new classes. My class is BORING. It's like dead. I miss 3 Harmoni. I have no one to crap to. I have no one to laugh with. In my class, everyone is like seriously smart and I think I'm like the paling bengap. Most of them are chinese. Then, balik time, me, Najwa and Audrey walked home. Najwa came to my house. Then, Audrey called and said that her sister is going to take us to Sunway Pyramid for her birthday. I asked my mom and she said ok, then I asked my dad, he said ok too. I was like yeay! I can go (HAHA). Denise (Audrey's sister) came to fetch me and Najwa first at my house. Then, we picked up Jazzlan. Next, we went to pick up Sharidzman. Then, of we go. Denise belanja us Fish Manhattan (thanks Denise). Then, we went walking. We went to so many shops and we tried loads of clothes. While we were walking, I was walking with Jazzlan. When we pass a shop, I would say "Jazzlan, this suits you" (HAHA). At MNG, I was sitting with Jazzlan. Then I wanted to put my phone around his neck. He was like I don't want and ran. I chased him round and round, up the escalator, down the escalator. It was tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went home around 6. At tution, I played Hari Haran's phone. He has 'Barney is a Dinasour' song. I played it and everyone was looking. Then, my favourite song was next, 'Beat It'. I was headbanging (HAHA). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8060856900798852811?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8060856900798852811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8060856900798852811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8060856900798852811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8060856900798852811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/desirable-lips.html' title='desirable lips'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3358480905147611426</id><published>2008-07-27T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:54:22.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk in the clouds</title><content type='html'>My father went to PD today and his coming back tomorrow, so it's like freedom for a day. My sister has a choral speaking competition today at Subang Parade. I went with my mom a bit later. Najwa tagged along too. My mom had to go to work, so she picked me and Najwa up around 12.30. While waiting for my mom, me and Najwa watched Camp Rock on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Subang Parade around 1 o'clock. While waiting for my sister's school to perform, me and Najwa went scouting for presents for Audrey's birthday. I bought this handphone chain. Then, we just walked everywhere. My mom called and said my sister was going to perform, so we went back. Before my sister's school performed, it was La Salle school and they were good and I mean really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's school is next. My mom asked me to take pictures of her. So I went right up front and took her picture conducting. She was the conductress. Ustaz was there. I asked him to take pictures of Aliah up close. After they performed, me and Najwa went to eat. We went to Nandos. We met Izzura and Sarah there. While eating, we saw this big lady and her breast was like humongous and it was like drooping down. We laughed (HAHA). Then, an Arab family came in to the next restaurant. The women were covered from head to toe and they even closed their mouth and they were sunglasses. I was saying to Najwa 'Ya Habibi Ya Maulana yang pakai specs'. She turned and laughed (HAHA). Then, we talked and talked. I was so happy cause I get to hang out with my best friend. Just the both of us. I know, it sounds cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were announcing the winners and guess what, La Salle won. My sister said that they have won 4 times in a row. I was like woh, gila terer. After that, me and Najwa went to Blook. On the way, we stopped at a stall and we bought bracelets. I bought two for Audrey as her birthday present. Ok, of we go to Blook. We tried some clothes on, actually dress. Then, we took pictures. I will upload later cause it is in Najwa's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Najwa had to go back. Me, my sister and my mom went to Voir next. I tried loads of clothes but never bought one. It's ok, next week I'll come back and buy them cause next week my mom will be getting her pay (HAHA). As usual, I took some pictures and will upload later (HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went to Old Taste for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast today with Najwa &lt;3. hee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3358480905147611426?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3358480905147611426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3358480905147611426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3358480905147611426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3358480905147611426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-in-clouds.html' title='a walk in the clouds'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2247172473778929833</id><published>2008-07-25T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:34:45.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost very famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rocketrend.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/us-vogue-editorials3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px" height="387" alt="" src="http://rocketrend.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/us-vogue-editorials3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 HARMONI ROCKS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WILL MISS MY FELLOW 3 HARMONI CLASSMATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day before we have to go into our new classes. I was sad yesterday but I'm okay now. In the morning, me and Jazzlan went to see the name list near the office. I didn't know anybody from my new class. I only know one or two of them, that also is the hye bye relationship. After the assembly, all form 3 students were to be at the dewan budiman for a talk about our new classes. In another 2 weeks time, we will be changing class according to our trial results. After that, we went back to class. There was nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with Najwa because Audrey was not to be seen today. So, I didn't had anyone to walk with, I tumpang Najwa. So then, I slept for a long time, from 2 until 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2247172473778929833?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2247172473778929833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2247172473778929833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2247172473778929833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2247172473778929833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-very-famous.html' title='almost very famous'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4329567547718461615</id><published>2008-07-24T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:42:23.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a beauty milestone</title><content type='html'>FUCKKKK. Today we got our new classes and I'm in class 3 B. I'm like alone in that class. I do not know ANYONE there. Najwa is in 3 E. She is in the same class as Audrey, Jazzlan, Sharidzman, Faeqah, Dee and so on. I was like FUCKKKKKKKK, I'M ALONE. I almost cried man. Seriously, my mood was gone after the list was pinned up. I was like crying. I didn't talk much in class after that. Then, masa balik, I saw Aunty Ruby, my neighbour. She was like come, I send you home. I was like ok. I asked her what was she doing here. She told me about Ira, her daughter. She was in deep trouble. Ira lied to her mom and didn't go to school. She found out that Ira was at USJ 13. So, we went looking for her. Then, a teacher called and said that she was at school. So, we went to SMK USJ 12. Then, Aunty Ruby send me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this ceramah about BI. Her name was Pn. Rachel. She was kinda strict but nice. She taught us how to answer the paper 2. Then, it was Science. Suddenly, Sin Ai, she fainted. Her face was like a dead person. She vomited and her face was so white. Then, balik time, I was talking to Imran. His damn funny (HAHA). I was about to walk home with Audrey, then Faeqah asked us to wait for her untl she goes home. So, then I decided I should ride the bus as well. Audrey walked home with Raja Syaza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-4329567547718461615?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4329567547718461615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4329567547718461615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4329567547718461615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4329567547718461615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/beauty-milestone.html' title='a beauty milestone'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3545407836024796695</id><published>2008-07-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:34:12.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.beyondskin.co.uk/images/presscuttings/presscutting_elle_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" height="350" alt="" src="http://www.beyondskin.co.uk/images/presscuttings/presscutting_elle_0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I puasa today. Today was like gila bored. In the morning, I was sitting at the padang in my school just to admire the gorgeous sky. It was very cooling and I felt like I was on a beach. So I was sitting there alone, when Damia came. She was like 'are you ok sam'? I was like 'yeah, why'? She said that Najwa told that I was frustrated. I laughed (HAHA). Then, Ida came. She said that I looked like I was going to kill myself. Then, we talked about snakes (I don't know how the topic snake came up). Then, during KH time, me, Najwa, Dee, Emira, Amirah and Putri were hyper as usual. Me and Dee danced the tango while Najwa was giving us the beat (HAHA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, balik time, I was talking to Sharidzman. He keeps teasing me. He keeps showing me water and said that best nya minum air bla bla bla. His mean (HAHA). Then, I went home with Audrey's sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was just a normal boring day at school. All the usual stuff happened. At night, I had tutuion. I have a new best friend and he is HARI HARAN (HAHA). I saw that there was a barney doll in his bag. Then, I said can I see. He said that I could have it. &lt;em&gt;Awww, so sweet.&lt;/em&gt; He said that he has thousands of it at home. I was like ok, thanks. The doll can also sing (HAHA). I was like playing with barney, then suddenly it was singing 'I love you, you love me' (HAHA). Everyone was looking. Thanks Hari :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3545407836024796695?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3545407836024796695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3545407836024796695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3545407836024796695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3545407836024796695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-heat.html' title='red heat'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7142188423882849856</id><published>2008-07-20T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:19:19.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a child's thought</title><content type='html'>At seven, when I go to bed,&lt;br /&gt;I find such pictures in my head:&lt;br /&gt;Castles with dragons prowling round,&lt;br /&gt;Gardens where magic fruits are found;&lt;br /&gt;Fair ladies prisoned in a tower,&lt;br /&gt;Or lost in an enchanted bower;&lt;br /&gt;While gallant horsemen ride by streams&lt;br /&gt;That border all this land of dreams&lt;br /&gt;I find, so clearly in my bed&lt;br /&gt;At seven, when I go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7142188423882849856?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7142188423882849856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7142188423882849856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7142188423882849856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7142188423882849856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/childs-thought.html' title='a child&apos;s thought'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3038779623486099290</id><published>2008-07-20T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:15:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw a peacock</title><content type='html'>I saw a peacock with a fiery tail&lt;br /&gt;I saw a blazing comet drop down hail&lt;br /&gt;I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round&lt;br /&gt;I saw an oak creep upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;I saw a pismire swallow up a whale&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sea brimful of ale&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep&lt;br /&gt;I saw a well full of men's tears that weep&lt;br /&gt;I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire&lt;br /&gt;I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night&lt;br /&gt;I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3038779623486099290?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3038779623486099290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3038779623486099290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3038779623486099290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3038779623486099290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-saw-peacock.html' title='i saw a peacock'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3204639881843946764</id><published>2008-07-20T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:09:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my shadow</title><content type='html'>I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,&lt;br /&gt;And what can be the use of her is more than I can see.&lt;br /&gt;She is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;&lt;br /&gt;And I see her jump before me, when I jump into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing about her is the way she likes to grow -&lt;br /&gt;Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;&lt;br /&gt;For she sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,&lt;br /&gt;And she sometimes gets so little that there's none of her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,&lt;br /&gt;And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;She stays so close behind me she's a coward you can see;&lt;br /&gt;I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, very early, before the sun was up,&lt;br /&gt;I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;&lt;br /&gt;But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,&lt;br /&gt;Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3204639881843946764?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-516409267308811830</id><published>2008-07-20T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:23:27.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>windy nights</title><content type='html'>Whenever the moon and stars are set,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the wind is high,&lt;br /&gt;All night long in the dark and wet,&lt;br /&gt;A man goes riding by.&lt;br /&gt;Late in the night when the fires are out,&lt;br /&gt;Why does he gallop and gallop about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the trees are crying aloud,&lt;br /&gt;And ships are tossed at sea,&lt;br /&gt;By, on the highway, low and loud,&lt;br /&gt;By at the gallop goes he.&lt;br /&gt;By at the gallop he goes, and then&lt;br /&gt;By he comes back at the gallop again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-516409267308811830?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/516409267308811830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=516409267308811830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/516409267308811830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/516409267308811830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/windy-nights.html' title='windy nights'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2832555060105407704</id><published>2008-07-20T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:18:59.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eaas.co.uk/images/atmospheric_optics/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.eaas.co.uk/images/atmospheric_optics/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boats sail on the rivers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And ships sail on seas;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But clouds that sail across the sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Are prettier far than these.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are bridges on the rivers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As pretty as you please;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But the bow that bridges heaven,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And overtops the trees,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And build a road from earth to sky,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is prettier far than these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2832555060105407704?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2832555060105407704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2832555060105407704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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today. We went to the park in the evening. I played badminton with my sister. Then, I played with my dad. As usual, he will tell me the story that he kalahkan&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a standard 5 student when he was only standard 1. I was like really (HAHA). I heard that story ten thousand times. My sister wanted to play with him. So I went jogging with my mom. I laughed on my own. Then, I watched the basketball game. I was shouting for no reason (HAHA). I was the referee yang suka menjerit (HAHA). I played with Asha, my neighbour's granddaughter. She was so cute. Everytime she sees an aeroplane, she will do a blowing kiss&lt;em&gt;. Aawww&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;so cute&lt;/em&gt;. Then I saw someone who looks like Najwa. I was like is that Najwa. Yeah, it was. She was with Amir, Ida and Naeem. She told me about her date with Sharidzman yesterday at IU day. I was jeolous (HAHA).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3518875019040223660?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3518875019040223660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3518875019040223660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3518875019040223660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3518875019040223660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/fantastic-five.html' title='fantastic five'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-6982410435946088750</id><published>2008-07-20T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:01:44.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the corner I have a friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this great city that has no end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And before I know it, a year is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never see my old friends face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows I like him just as well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As in the days when I rang his bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he rang mine but we were younger then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now we are busy, tired men.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to show that I'm thinking of him.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the corner, yet miles away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's what we get and deserve in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around a corner, a vanished friend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember to always say what you mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you love someone, tell them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be afraid to express yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because when you decide that is the right time it might be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too late.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seize the day. Never have regrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most importantly, stay close to your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and family, for they have helped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make you the person that you are today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-6982410435946088750?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/6982410435946088750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=6982410435946088750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6982410435946088750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6982410435946088750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-perfect.html' title='picture perfect'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-1613520994231848768</id><published>2008-07-20T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:43:01.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy hair</title><content type='html'>Today, there was this Ultimate Fun Day at school. There is a frisbee competition. Audrey participate. Her team name is JUMPER. I was supporting them. I think I shouted the loudest (HAHA). I was just hanging out with Najwa, Sharidzman, Fatinah and Intan. We put on some music and I sang loudly. Everyone was staring when they passed by (HAHA). I was climbing this pole and I Fatinah said I looked like a stripper. I laughed (HAHA).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-1613520994231848768?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/1613520994231848768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=1613520994231848768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1613520994231848768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/1613520994231848768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/sexy-hair.html' title='sexy hair'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3764425871169245331</id><published>2008-07-18T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:56:15.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://healthyhollywood.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/gwyneth-paltrow-cover-v-mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="372" alt="" src="http://healthyhollywood.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/gwyneth-paltrow-cover-v-mag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABG NASIR :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was like GILA BEST :). School was boring. We had this motivation about tactics to answer BM paper. The motivator was totally funny. Some motivations are boring but this one is like serious best. Me and Najwa laughed the whole way. After that, it was like boring. At 12.30, we headed home. Najwa and Fatinah stayed back to do seni. I didn't stay back. I went home with Audrey's sister, Denise. Jazzlan tagged along. I was like laughing on my own in the car. I'm weird, I know (HAHA). We saw this guy, he was hanging on a tree branch. Then, the branch broke and he fell (HAHA). OMG, I laughed gila loud in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1.30, I went to school with Audrey to finish up my seni. Then, Fatinah was like emo all of a sudden. She said that she's not satisfied with someone and that someone is me and Najwa. She said that we don't talk to her much now days. We were all quiet all of a sudden. We didn't talk after that. Then, Najwa ajak me to go to taipan. I was sure my dad won't let. I called my mom and she said okay. Then, I tried my luck by calling my dad and he said YES. I was like YEAYYYY! I shouted (HAHA). Normally, he will ask me a lot of questions but this time he didn't ask much. He just asked who am I going with, how am I going and what time I'm going. I was like shocked that he let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Audrey left school first cause I need to pray (budak baik, HAHA). We stopped by Audrey's house first cause she wanted to change her clothes. Then, we headed to my house. At 4 o'clock, we left the house. We went to Intan's house to pick them up. Najwa was like totally happy cause this is like the first time in a long time we hanged out. She was like "I can't believe that I'm hanging out with Samira". She was crazy (HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we stopped at the salon because Ida wanted to do her hair for a prom. Then, we left her there and we headed to taipan. We met a lot of people there. First, we met Amir and Naddie. They followed us to McD. There, we met Jarir, Syazwan, Johan, Lutfi, Dayana and Naeem. Me and Najwa were like talking and laughing way loud. Amir, Intan and Audrey was like are you okay or not (HAHA). Then, Amir had to go. So, we said our byes and Naeem like messed with my hair. Amir pulak menyibuk nak mess my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went jalan-jalan. First, we went to the rooftop with Syazwan, Lutfi, Johan and Jarir. When we wanted to go down the stairs, they were spitting and it was like rain of spit&lt;em&gt;. Eeewwww&lt;/em&gt;. We were stuck there (HAHA). Then, we walked and walked and walked. At 5.30, we went to the park near my house. We took pictures. I will upload them later ;). Then, we met Nicol and Sharlene. Around 6, Najwa and Intan had to go back. So, me and Audrey watched the guys play futsal and talked. Around 7, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a surprise visit from my brother. So his here right now. Ok, I think I should stop now. It's getting way to long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3764425871169245331?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3764425871169245331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3764425871169245331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3764425871169245331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3764425871169245331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-pink.html' title='dream pink'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-43721417257926273</id><published>2008-07-17T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:36:45.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spice it up</title><content type='html'>Today was like a quiet day. The first lesson was Sejarah. Our class suddenly became a barber shop. Our Sejarah teacher, Pn Chieng is the discipline teacher. She went cutting all the Malay boys hair (padan muka, HAHA). Then, we had PJ today. We played a very childish game and it was ANAK AYAM DAN MUSANG (HAHA). We had nothing else to play. I was the musang and I caught all the anak ayam. I was full (HAHA). We didn't run a lot, we LAUGHED a lot (HAHA) until my tummy was cramping. Then, Raihan sprained her hand :O. She was playing badminton with Fatinah. Then, I didn't know what happened and how it happened, she fell and her hand had a wrong landing? So Pn. Natlie called her cousin and she went home. At first she didn't want to go home and I don't know why. We keep asking her why doesn't she want to go back, she keeps smiling and say tak tahu. Arghhh. I don't like people who are blur and doesn't want to answer my questions. Just answer la. It's not like I'm going to arrest her and put her in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something scary happened today :O but funny (HAHA).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-43721417257926273?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/43721417257926273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=43721417257926273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/43721417257926273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/43721417257926273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/spice-it-up.html' title='spice it up'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8274026265359556258</id><published>2008-07-16T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:02:52.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these heels are made for walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223549128162903314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SH3GQarzhRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EMxEzZTtR6k/s320/shoes.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;Najwa was missing in action today. So as usual, I lepak with the Malay guys in my class and they are ISYRAQ, MUZAFFAR, HAFIZ, IMRAN, FARED &amp;amp; KHAIRUL (HAHA). I was being bullied by them. We had this exhibition about denggi at the dewan. There was this picture of a lady and her hair was curly. Hafiz went and said "Itu Samira" to everyone. Everyone was laughing. Megat pun join in (HAHA). When I was leaving the dewan, my baju was wet at my behind. They were all like "Samira period". I think that one of them basahkan (bengeng ar dia orang). They were all laughing all the way. Megat was like hitting me here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, Hafiz went and punch me at my right hand while Muzaffar went and hit me at my left hand. It was PAINFUL. Hello, I'm a GIRL, not a body muscled guy who can be punched and not feel a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8274026265359556258?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8274026265359556258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8274026265359556258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8274026265359556258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8274026265359556258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-heels-are-made-for-walking.html' title='these heels are made for walking'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SH3GQarzhRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EMxEzZTtR6k/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2732553454336333182</id><published>2008-07-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:26:59.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it happened one night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wallpapergallery.art4heart.info/data/media/2/1_72-night-sky-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I puasa today. I have to pay my left over puasa. I have 6 days left. At first, me and Najwa were supposed to puasa together but suddenly in class she had a seriously painful stomach ache. So, she buka puasa. After recess was KH. I was totally hyper in class until I forgot about my starving for food and water (HAHA, I wasn't that hungry but I was thirsty). I laughed until my stomach was in a serious cramping situation. Me, Najwa, Fatinah, Dee, Emira, Putri and Amirah were laughing non stop. We sang (actually, me and Najwa sang) all the advertisements song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Example - Iklan Scolt's Emulsion :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ku gembira sentiasa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Badanku sihat dan kuat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biar panas atau sejuk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kubermain penuh minat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Berlari melompat sini sana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scolt's Emulsion membantu sayaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Iklan Hotlink Caller Ringtone :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Bombombastik (I don't know the lyrics :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also sang Playhouse Disney Channel's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Example - Higglytown Heroes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a Higglytown hero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bold and good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I help my friends just like I should,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So work real hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you could see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you could be a hero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A hero just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, I did something that brought their laughing stage to the highest level. I'll keep that as a secret ;). After KH was Agama. No ustazah, buat kerja sendiri. &lt;em&gt;Kringgg&lt;/em&gt;, the bell rang. We all went home. I was supposed to walk home with Jazzlan and Audrey but Jazzlan was going home with Arina. So, it was just me and Audrey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2732553454336333182?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2732553454336333182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2732553454336333182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2732553454336333182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2732553454336333182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-happened-one-night.html' title='it happened one night'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5751597597642061827</id><published>2008-07-10T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:32:03.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flower power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.justjared.com/headlines/2007/07/angelina-bouquet-of-flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="260" alt="" src="http://media.justjared.com/headlines/2007/07/angelina-bouquet-of-flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Najwa&lt;/span&gt; was absent today. So I was alone today. Today was kinda best (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;). First, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fatinah&lt;/span&gt; helped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Natlie&lt;/span&gt; to take the attendance for today. So we had to go to every single class there is in the school and it was tiring. I didn't do anything much at school today. The last two periods was English. My teacher said that we have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; her for 4 days in a row, so she gave us a break and let us do our own work. I was doing my own work, then somebody threw a paper ball at me. I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sapa&lt;/span&gt; baling. Then, I looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Muzaffar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Isyraq&lt;/span&gt;. They were both sitting together and were doing their blur and innocent face. So I threw the ball to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Muzaffar&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;). He was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bukan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Isyraq&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continued my work. Then again somebody threw the a paper ball at me. I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sapa&lt;/span&gt; baling. Then I took two paper balls. One for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Isyraq&lt;/span&gt; and one for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Muzaffar&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't stop laughing (I don't know why. It wasn't that funny). The paper ball war continued until the bell rang. So technically, I hanged around with the Malay boys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Imran&lt;/span&gt; steam oh today :O (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;). They were all like '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Samira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;'. I was like NO and LAUGHED (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;). I was like laughing the whole day today. Plus, I found out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Muzaffar's&lt;/span&gt; weak spot. He's ticklish at the waist. Same as me. So we had a war of tickle and paper balls (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;). Today was BEST :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5751597597642061827?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5751597597642061827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5751597597642061827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5751597597642061827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5751597597642061827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/flower-power.html' title='flower power'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-6369312723189407550</id><published>2008-07-09T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:15:13.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karaoke goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.folioweekly.com/images/karaokePhoto_000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://www.folioweekly.com/images/karaokePhoto_000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEI YEE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was like a karaoke day for me. First when I arrived at school, it was only me, Jazzlan and Sharidzman. So then, I waited like 10 minutes for Najwa to arrive but she didn't. Fatinah didn't arrived yet. So I was just sitting at the canteen minding my own business until the bell rang. I was like babi betul, dia orang tak datang. So then, we were having our assembly when Najwa and Fatinah came. I was like nasib baik datang, kalau tak, ishh (HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In class, me and Najwa were kinda hyper. We composed a song. Here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alif ba ta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Najwa suka bata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bata bata bata bata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Najwa suka bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other one was like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bee first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Najwa sejati,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ikut cara bee first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bee first way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 1.05 pm, we were all heading off home. When I was walking, suddenly a pair of pants flew down from the sky. I was like whose one is this (HAHA). Audrey didn't come to school today. So I had to ride the bus because I usually walk home with Audrey. While waiting, the Fly fm Myvi Troopers was at our school. So I was watching them (HAHA). Then, I met Izhar. Then, I went home. So maybe later in the evening, I will be going to the park with Audrey, like we always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-6369312723189407550?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/6369312723189407550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=6369312723189407550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6369312723189407550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6369312723189407550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/karaoke-goddess.html' title='karaoke goddess'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5167003591384425609</id><published>2008-07-08T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:02:52.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cupid chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SHNnm2PPCbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kh29yvPKTYU/s1600-h/mia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220630310144641458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SHNnm2PPCbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kh29yvPKTYU/s320/mia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mia Natasha. My cousin's daughter and I'm her grandcousin or grandaunt. I don't know what I am but I know I'm a grand something (HAHA). She is like only 7 months old. Unfortunately, she's in London, BUMMER. I want to squeeze her cheeks and never let her go. She's so cute kan. Arghhh. Come to Malaysia please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5167003591384425609?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5167003591384425609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5167003591384425609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5167003591384425609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5167003591384425609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/cupid-chronicles.html' title='the cupid chronicles'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SHNnm2PPCbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kh29yvPKTYU/s72-c/mia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7282209882892061984</id><published>2008-07-08T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:39:00.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bewitched, bothered and bewildered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fash-eccentric.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/vmag-katemoss-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It rained this morning and it rained HEAVILY. It was like sudden rain. I was taking my bath in the morning, then I heard like this noise. Like water pouring heavily. When I was done, I saw that it was like raining. It was so &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;. So yeah, I was shivering when I got out from the showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School is just the same old same old. BORING. In the evening, I went to padang with Audrey. We met with Nicol and Sharlyn (idk how to spell her name). Audrey and Nicol were playing rugbi hile me and Sharlyn were watching the guys playing football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was this guy. He looks like nerd (maybe his a real nerd). He tucked in his shirt and his pants was way up (HAHA). He wanted to play football but the guys were not passing the ball to him. Poor thing. He was like running here and there but no one passed him the ball.&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/7353629482482975887-7282209882892061984?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7282209882892061984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7282209882892061984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7282209882892061984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7282209882892061984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/bewitched-bothered-and-bewildered.html' title='bewitched, bothered and bewildered'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-6063129531954541269</id><published>2008-07-07T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:31:49.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/money/graphics/2007/07/10/cnmands110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px" height="352" alt="" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/money/graphics/2007/07/10/cnmands110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was like blah, nothing exciting happened. Just the usual, scream, shout, laugh, smile, learn, talk etc. When the 1.05 pm bell rang, we went home (HAHA). Then, I was sitting with Audrey and Najwa. When me and Audrey were about to walk home, I saw her sister's car. I was like YEAY, I can tumpang (HAHA). Yeah, so in the car I laughed loud as usual (HAHA). When we were at my house, we saw Ryan, my neighbour who is only like 10 years old. He was walking back home from school like 10 km away. I was like poor thing, why don't you ride a bas or something. So before Audrey's sister dropped me off, we went to give him a big HYE. When Denise (Audrey's sister) hon the hon (HAHA), he was like who are you and he was making the please-dont-kill-me-i-didn't-do-anything-wrong look. He was so cute (HAHA). We laughed. I was laughing the loudest, like usual (HAHA). Then, they dropped me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-6063129531954541269?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/6063129531954541269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=6063129531954541269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6063129531954541269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6063129531954541269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-pop.html' title='summer pop'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4344862863326410187</id><published>2008-07-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:29:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc210/kidvanilla/elle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="415" alt="" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc210/kidvanilla/elle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNTY JU &amp;amp; KAKAK ELEINA &amp;amp; UNCLE DAN &amp;amp; ABG KHALIL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we went to my cousins restaurant, The Pink Sage. We were there to celebrate my aunty, uncle and cousins birthday.All the Amat's (family name, from my mom's side) were there and guess what, my cousins pregnant. YEAY! CONGRATS KAKAK ELEINA &amp;amp; ABG KHALIL :). Now, I can babysit my future grandcousin? (HAHA). OMG, I'm so old. I'm already a grand (HAHA). So yeah, we were there for lunch. We laughed and laughed and laughed. The food was &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; :9.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-4344862863326410187?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4344862863326410187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4344862863326410187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4344862863326410187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4344862863326410187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/party-lights.html' title='party lights'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-5617417086685377420</id><published>2008-07-05T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:18:33.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DIDN'T GET TO GO TO THE ARABIAN NIGHT PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My parents were out the whole day. They went to a conference near KLCC. The party was opposite KLCC. My dad called and he said that they wont be coming back and they are going straight to the party. Then I was like what about us? He said we just stay at home. He was lazy to come back and pick us up. My sister cried and she was angry and dissapointed. So now we are stuck at home doing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;BUMMER :(. I was looking forward to that party for the past 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-5617417086685377420?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/5617417086685377420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=5617417086685377420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5617417086685377420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/5617417086685377420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-bummer.html' title='big bummer'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-3651292521846795432</id><published>2008-07-05T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:04:18.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more about yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, this is the continuation of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the evening, I went to the park with Audrey, as usual. We were on the way to Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jazzlan's&lt;/span&gt; house. When we reached his house, we saw his dad. Then, we were like oh shoot and turn backed (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;). Then, Audrey called him and asked him to come out but unfortunately he was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taipan&lt;/span&gt;. We were like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;argghh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;penat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jalan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;padang&lt;/span&gt; and we watched the guys (and they were hot, well some of them) playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;futsal&lt;/span&gt;. I tell you, they were playing really rough. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; feel the pain (HAHA). Then we met Nicol, Audrey's friend. She was playing ball with her friend and Audrey's brother. So then, I have to go home. That's all (HAHA). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-3651292521846795432?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/3651292521846795432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=3651292521846795432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3651292521846795432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/3651292521846795432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-about-yesterday.html' title='more about yesterday'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-2259826894147406765</id><published>2008-07-04T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:50:02.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they look like two hot vampires'/><title type='text'>shutter bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.models.com/oftheminute/images/2008/05/stamlily29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="383" alt="" src="http://i.models.com/oftheminute/images/2008/05/stamlily29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was like kinda best. We had this ceremony for Pn. Mahani who is going to further her studies to become a headmistress. So everybody was mushy-mushy and there were no learning sessions today. All of my teachers were not to be found. The first two periods was taken because of that ceremony thing. Agama buat PAFA. Then after recess, there were no teachers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gila best! So, I just sat in class and did nothing with Najwa. Actually we did something. We played C-C AMERICA (HAHA). Fatinah and the rest of the Melayu girls went to bilik seni. I didn't want to go because I was lazy. Then, Najwa and I lukis-lukis. There was this program about science. All of the form 3 students have to go. Then, balik. I went home with Audrey and her sister. Her sister came and fetched us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, today was kinda boring but best (HAHA). I know you are bored by reading this post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-2259826894147406765?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/2259826894147406765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=2259826894147406765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2259826894147406765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/2259826894147406765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/shutter-bug.html' title='shutter bug'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-944620055918698975</id><published>2008-07-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:21:08.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livelifewell.nsw.gov.au/images/layoutimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="282" alt="" src="http://www.livelifewell.nsw.gov.au/images/layoutimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no "right" time to start new things or to make a change. If you want to do something, just do it. Don't wait for a new day, a new month, a new year. Time won't wait for you, so don't let it pass you by. I know I wont.&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;When things are going really badly, look around you. The people still by your side are your real friends. It may surprise you who they turn out to be. because we probably take them for granted, but these are the people who will be there always. Your loved ones, that's who. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-944620055918698975?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/944620055918698975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=944620055918698975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/944620055918698975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/944620055918698975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-beautiful.html' title='life is beautiful'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-7811648921453498785</id><published>2008-06-30T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:29:15.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cosmic dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.therunwayscoop.com/uploads/Geoge%20Clooney%20Vanity%20Fair%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="362" alt="" src="http://www.therunwayscoop.com/uploads/Geoge%20Clooney%20Vanity%20Fair%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney, &lt;em&gt;ahhh.&lt;/em&gt; His hot, eventhough his old but his still one hell of a hunk. I want to be the maiden dancing with him under the moonlight sky in the garden, just like Cinderella. Then, he will take me away and bring me to his private island and we spend the rest of our lovey dovey lives together (HAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-7811648921453498785?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/7811648921453498785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=7811648921453498785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7811648921453498785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/7811648921453498785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/06/cosmic-dance.html' title='cosmic dance'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-6006470945851380055</id><published>2008-06-30T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:32:24.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ilusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bluebellgroup.com/jp/english/fragrances/images/hugo_boss/hugo_boss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand" height="362" alt="" src="http://www.bluebellgroup.com/jp/english/fragrances/images/hugo_boss/hugo_boss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was like one hell of a day. A very purple day (HAHA) ;). Najwa and I made up this version for Science, Chapter 4 : Reproduction (we had nothing else to do, HAHA).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They shoot, they come in. Then, there is a T-junction. One group went to Midvalley, the others went to Sunway Pyramid. There, they went to find their soulmate. When they found one, they get married and came to stay at Subang Jaya. They were there for about 9 months. Then, when they were starting to get bored, they moved out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. Stupid right? We laughed our guts out and we started to call all the guys Harry (HAHA). After school, I walked home with Audrey. We saw this guy dressed up like a chef and suddenly Audrey went to do gelek (HAHA). We were imagining people walking around gelek style (HAHA). Audrey and I even did a demo on the streets (HAHA). We couldn't stop laughing until we reached her house. I laughed until I felt that my kidney wanted to burst.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-6006470945851380055?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/6006470945851380055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=6006470945851380055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6006470945851380055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6006470945851380055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/06/ilusion.html' title='ilusion'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-378545786834939844</id><published>2008-06-28T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:02:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont look down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SGW7laqMMAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4fm6e2vX_to/s1600-h/in%2Bmy%2Bmaidenform%2Bbra%2Bvogue%2Bapril%2B1961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216781994864422914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SGW7laqMMAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4fm6e2vX_to/s320/in%2Bmy%2Bmaidenform%2Bbra%2Bvogue%2Bapril%2B1961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think that English peoples are weird. They do weird and sometimes stupid things. I dont think that anyone would walk on a tightrope in their bra wearing high heels over 100 ft high (or would they). I wouldn't. I'm afraid of heights. One time, I went to FRIM with my family. We went jungle trekking. We had to walk on a canope walk. I cried (HAHA). English peoples are full of surprises. That's why I kind of admire them. They take risks to fulfill their dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-378545786834939844?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/378545786834939844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=378545786834939844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/378545786834939844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/378545786834939844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-look-down.html' title='dont look down'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SGW7laqMMAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4fm6e2vX_to/s72-c/in%2Bmy%2Bmaidenform%2Bbra%2Bvogue%2Bapril%2B1961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-4982600574473801368</id><published>2008-06-28T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:28:38.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.poetseers.org/the_poetseers/sri_chinmoy/library/selected/sunseth"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.poetseers.org/the_poetseers/sri_chinmoy/library/selected/sunseth" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey. I bet you have read my previous post. I was kinda emo at school yesterday. I was having problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that I am beeing cooped up like a cheetah in a cage. The cheetah wants to be free and run in the wild. That's what I want to be. Free. I'm not free to make my own choices. I want to spread my wings and fly away to discover someting new. They think I'm too young to do this, to do that. Sometimes, they dont even listen to what I'm saying. They have to accept the fact that I'm growing and I need to go on my own way. &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/7353629482482975887-4982600574473801368?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/4982600574473801368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=4982600574473801368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4982600574473801368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/4982600574473801368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-that.html' title='that&apos;s that'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-6026811292457850849</id><published>2008-06-27T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:28:34.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed up</title><content type='html'>I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I feel ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I feel crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I feel psycho.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I'm not meant to be here.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I dont deserve all this.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I'm so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm such a big cry baby.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm so mengada-ngada.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are confused. I'm confused. Do you think I'm over reacting or am I just looking for attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm doing this because I feel lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-6026811292457850849?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/6026811292457850849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=6026811292457850849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6026811292457850849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/6026811292457850849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/06/mixed-up.html' title='mixed up'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353629482482975887.post-8125940810371132349</id><published>2008-06-24T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:24:48.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken soup</title><content type='html'>I've figured out that you can get through anything if you have people who care about you. It doesn't matter who, just as long as you have someone. I'm responsible for my own happiness, and it all comes down to a positive attitude and making the right choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7353629482482975887-8125940810371132349?l=sammofreako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/feeds/8125940810371132349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7353629482482975887&amp;postID=8125940810371132349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8125940810371132349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353629482482975887/posts/default/8125940810371132349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammofreako.blogspot.com/2008/06/chicken-soup.html' title='chicken soup'/><author><name>S A M M O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10223629426231768372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHMOrToOKfw/SnweMrQMk5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2xAK0gtVB2o/S220/IMG_1409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
