<?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-2073124880532429279</id><updated>2011-11-06T22:24:11.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-3618461828648855263</id><published>2010-02-16T13:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:56:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're worth more than the planes, I love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, where do we start? There's this boy who played a big role in my life for months. I don't know how, I don't know why, but there's something about him that attracts me. At first, I thought he was so annoying and I never can stand him. Well look on the bright side, I did, and I survived. I started to get to know him better, and yeah we fit in pretty well. I don't know where have you been living in if you don't know that he's one helluva vain boy. He literally spends at least half and hour talking 'bout how good he looks in this, how he loves his hair, how he adores his own body. I'm so used to it, so I'll just agree on whatever he blabs about. We've had long conversations on the phone, but that was, months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the things I hate about him is, he looks at you for 10 seconds, then he'll start laughing and giving those weird expressions which irritates the hell out of me, or maybe other people when he does it. I don't know. I can't deny the fact that he can be really really sweet to the extend that could make someone puke. That's what I think. But hey,  girls do need some flattering, don't they?  Girls thinks he has a charming smile, but I don't think so.. Sorry! Sad thing is, I think he changed a lot this year. Which sucks, big time. Maybe because most of the seniors thinks he has a charming smile or something. So, I guess he thinks that he's wanted, in a way or made him feel he was too cool for me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things were never like before, it changed. Like I said, he's cool now. He's been acting like one big jerk lately. He's been saying those vulgar words, and he's been playing around with me. Hurts me so badly. I didn't know that he'd do such things. Hey, I could at least be happy for him since he found a sweeter and prettier girl right? But seriously, you taught me lots of things. Thanks for loving me, thanks for making me happy, thanks for caring, thanks for making me cry, thanks for everything. I appreciate every single thing that did happen. I'll always remember and I don't care if you think Im a high class bitch, a fucker, a slut or anything but one thing for sure, you made me love you. Thank you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-3618461828648855263?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/3618461828648855263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=3618461828648855263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3618461828648855263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3618461828648855263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-where-do-we-start-theres-this-boy.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re worth more than the planes, I love&quot;'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-9122257526313365424</id><published>2010-02-16T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:41:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials of tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xzU9Qqdqww&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xzU9Qqdqww&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm addicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-9122257526313365424?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/9122257526313365424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=9122257526313365424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/9122257526313365424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/9122257526313365424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='Trials of tomorrow'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-4759712059716558720</id><published>2010-02-16T03:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:43:02.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinesh Bathmala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is specially dedicated to not other than, Mr. Thinesh Bathmala! (I was forced to do this, please don't hate me) So, hmm, Thinesh, what is there to talk about Thinesh? So many things, but right this moment, I'm forgetting everything. Let me recall..Thinesh is a friend where you can turn to in whatever situations, but especially when you're in need of spectacular advices. He gives the most spiritual advices ever! (Is that even right? I don't know) Thats what I think, cause so far, whenever I'm down I'll complain, brag and he never fails to listen and give me spectacular advices! He is one helluva patient boy! Moving on.. he knows how to cheer you up whenever you're down with his annoying jokes that could drive someone up the wall! But in a way, its very very affective (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinesh must be smiling like as wide as the boy who flips his hair when the girl he used to like, likes him back and doesn't give a shit looks at me. Wait, did I tell you that Thinesh is a midget? Sadly, he is one midget. I seriously pity him, I mean how would he find a girl for him, right? Maybe he'd grow taller, someday. Let's just wish the best for him. Conclusion, Thinesh is a good friend. A great one, in fact. He's been there for me this past few months and I appreciate those times he wasted on me, those advices, those zzz's, those not's and those jokes. Thank you so much freak and you better love me for staying up this late and posting this blog post on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're interested please dial his cell; 017, you're in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-4759712059716558720?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/4759712059716558720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=4759712059716558720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4759712059716558720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4759712059716558720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinesh-bathmala.html' title='Thinesh Bathmala'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-5190718183460335897</id><published>2010-02-15T04:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:42:27.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of happpyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3m8TxMIcwI/AAAAAAAABx0/gDydZkVg2oo/s1600-h/DSC_0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3m8TxMIcwI/AAAAAAAABx0/gDydZkVg2oo/s400/DSC_0290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438585072834343682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3mtkt2mLJI/AAAAAAAABxc/0ae9oCPTcCs/s1600-h/DSC_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3mtkt2mLJI/AAAAAAAABxc/0ae9oCPTcCs/s400/DSC_0257.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438568871322070162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3m7BDAcVQI/AAAAAAAABxs/L60Mu2hgnS4/s1600-h/DSC_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3m7BDAcVQI/AAAAAAAABxs/L60Mu2hgnS4/s400/DSC_0247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438583651688011010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a great dinner date with Inas Zahari, Iman Alyssa, Arisha Abdullah and Bubba Gump! It was what I needed after what happened for the past few days. Haih, I don't want to even think about it.  We had our lovely dinner while laughing our asses off 'cause that's what we do best! Me and Sha had Barmudi something something while Inas and Iman had Fish and Chips! I had those Lemon Ups which was served in glowing glasses! (Its really cool, hehehe) I don't know why, but I think those girls were in a kiddy-ish mood. They went on the ferris wheel and bumper cars! So weird, yet so funny. We're all still kids at heart. We were all sweaty and tired, and the shops were already closing. We headed to Italiannies to meet up with Sha's parents and ended up having Strawberry Splash, Yellow Birdie, Fuzzy Cranberyy and New York Strawberry Cheesecake! Heaven I tell you. We chit-chatted more, and more and more. We never get bored of each other, never will. I love you girls, to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Happy Birthday, Uncle Nuar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-5190718183460335897?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/5190718183460335897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=5190718183460335897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5190718183460335897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5190718183460335897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/02/pursuit-of-happpyness.html' title='Pursuit of happpyness'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3m8TxMIcwI/AAAAAAAABx0/gDydZkVg2oo/s72-c/DSC_0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-4209456130099062928</id><published>2010-02-14T02:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:40:22.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight teenagers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister and I slept over Ayah's place last night. I was coughing and sneezing all night long 'cause they have a cat and the cat loves me! Sucks big time! Plus, she bites me too! Finally got to go out today! Ayah and I had breakfast somewhere near, and waited for Julia to pick us up. And oh, Putra too! We headed to Amcorp Mall since Julia wanted to find something, but most of the shops were closed! Bummer. We had lunch at a Japanese restaurant! It was so delicious! We were bored, so we went to a shop which sells lots of DVD and saw a room full of dirty tapes! Ewww/ We were all peaking through the door! Lol, especially Julia! She even went it! Julia's mom and dad was kind enough to drop us off at Sunway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We decided to go for Karaoke at Red Box! It was so damn expensive. Im literally broke now! Julia did this annoying korean-ish slang or something which is still stuck in my head! Lol. We sang to Cassie, Duffy, Britney, Cobra Starship, Paramore and etc! Exhanged our hugs, and we went back around 6. Ayah wanted to go to IKEA. Since tomorrow's Valentines, and I have no date, I  invited Inas since Sha has a date with Adrian, and Iman has a wedding to attend. Me and Inas spoke in a really funny language that got us laughing real hard everything we talk! Dinner at IKEA was nice, and we were bloated. After dinner, we got seperated. We bought tickets for Valentines Day at 1205 for the rest and we went to the cupcake shop! I got a cupcake for Inas, and she got me a cupcake too! How sweet are we?! We chilled at Starbucks, and saw a funny looking guard that make us laughed until we fell off the chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got hot, and bored so we walked to McDonald's for ice-cream! We laughed like mad, for no apparent reason and people starred as if we're drunk in a way. I was sad for a bit 'cause of something. But continued laughing 3 minutes later! It was finally 1145, so we headed to the movies. There was couples everywhere! So, disgusting. Valentines Day is such a boring movie! I fell asleep for like, 5 times in the cinema but woke up everytime Taylor Swift's on. She cannot act! And her voice is always in a high-pitched tone. I'll never watch it again! Got home around 3 in the morning, and fell asleep. It was an awesome day! I love my date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Happy Chinese New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-4209456130099062928?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/4209456130099062928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=4209456130099062928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4209456130099062928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4209456130099062928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/02/midnight-teenagers.html' title='Midnight teenagers'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-6770995643672195496</id><published>2010-02-12T00:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T04:01:22.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth teller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WHq1rGOVI/AAAAAAAABxU/2hh2cMDYZTY/s1600-h/glittersfaceremade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WHq1rGOVI/AAAAAAAABxU/2hh2cMDYZTY/s400/glittersfaceremade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437401295151839570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WHiklIeEI/AAAAAAAABxM/7IEj969dyI4/s1600-h/glitters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WHiklIeEI/AAAAAAAABxM/7IEj969dyI4/s400/glitters2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437401153124464706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where them bloggers at, where them bloggers at, where them bloggers at? Where they at, where they at? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chinese New Year and Valentines falls on the same day, 14th of February! Sadly, I don't have a valentine and I don't think its a must. Never had one, actually. Well, I did have one last year. But it was a disaster, seriously. We should show we love our mother/father/siblings/friends/boyfriends/girlfriends everyday! Not just on one particular day. Guess what?!  Holidays are finally here! No more waking up in the morning, no more sleeping early, no more doing homeworks late at night! At least, for a week. Sad thing is, I won't get to see my boy for a week! But on the bright side, I'll get to hang out with my friends more often. I finally know how to play poker! Its quite and achievement for me 'cause I never really did understand those flush, full house and shits. Now,  I do. Its Saturday tomorrow, and I don't want to sit at home like a nerd. I shall find someone to go out with. Mind the blab, Im just updating my dead blog for the sake of Mr. Thinesh. So here you go, freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-6770995643672195496?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/6770995643672195496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=6770995643672195496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6770995643672195496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6770995643672195496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-them-bloggers-at-where-them.html' title='Truth teller'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WHq1rGOVI/AAAAAAAABxU/2hh2cMDYZTY/s72-c/glittersfaceremade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-500044017115422113</id><published>2010-02-11T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:51:03.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bee tee double you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WGXaqo0MI/AAAAAAAABxE/8ZpYV8tbkdY/s1600-h/tumblr_kvyeucZ4ML1qza6kro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WGXaqo0MI/AAAAAAAABxE/8ZpYV8tbkdY/s400/tumblr_kvyeucZ4ML1qza6kro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437399861973012674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest in peace, McQueen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-500044017115422113?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/500044017115422113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=500044017115422113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/500044017115422113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/500044017115422113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/02/bee-tee-double-you.html' title='bee tee double you,'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WGXaqo0MI/AAAAAAAABxE/8ZpYV8tbkdY/s72-c/tumblr_kvyeucZ4ML1qza6kro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-5809780184243170924</id><published>2010-02-02T14:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:38:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah yeah yeah, yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WDbNP1w0I/AAAAAAAABw8/H4U2bSDHkgk/s1600-h/eclisse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WDbNP1w0I/AAAAAAAABw8/H4U2bSDHkgk/s400/eclisse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437396628555547458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know. I haven't been blogging. There's just so many stuffs to do everyday. There's mengaji, tuition, classes, house practice and etc. Can't even get a time out. But all for the sake of PMR! Can't wait to get it done and over with. Oh, look! Its already February. 8 more months 'till PMR, candidates. 8! I know its a little early, but I've already started studying. February so far, has been treating me good. Have you all heard? Gunners lost to Red Devils, 3-1. Manchester United for eternity! Rooney and Nani was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother and Father are currently in Singapore, and Im not sure when they'll be back. One thing for sure is, they're going for Muse! ZzzZzzZ! School's been really fun, and I wouldn't want to miss it. My classmates are the best, seriously! Bahasa Malaysia is my favourite, can't deny that. Maths is getting harder and harder. I have a thing for Oreos, currently. Im in love with them, seriously I'd like an oreo cheese cake. Ah, shit. Heaven. Just a short post for today, Im going to shower and get started on my homeworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-5809780184243170924?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/5809780184243170924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=5809780184243170924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5809780184243170924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5809780184243170924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/02/ah-yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='Ah yeah yeah, yeah'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S3WDbNP1w0I/AAAAAAAABw8/H4U2bSDHkgk/s72-c/eclisse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-1254130063440016955</id><published>2010-01-17T16:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:05:50.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retweet this if</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1LNWheCc8I/AAAAAAAABws/hzX5mO7o8Ts/s1600-h/allongsss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1LNWheCc8I/AAAAAAAABws/hzX5mO7o8Ts/s400/allongsss2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427626287760044994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1LNKPCkibI/AAAAAAAABwk/tnAqkstu280/s1600-h/hands3re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1LNKPCkibI/AAAAAAAABwk/tnAqkstu280/s400/hands3re.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427626076654569906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1LM-5f-w8I/AAAAAAAABwc/n3McaEkMZRY/s1600-h/lightsre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1LM-5f-w8I/AAAAAAAABwc/n3McaEkMZRY/s400/lightsre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427625881893782466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my new blog look. Its somehow, retro-ish. My credit goes out to, Thinesh Bathmala. I finally went out of the house today. It felt ages since I was out, somewhere. Je suis un tel. I slept at 11, on a Saturday night when everyone is out having fun with their friends and family. But whatever, I still had a good sleep. My sister has bowling class at Tropicana, so my parents and I dropped her off there and we went to Bangsar since my mom wanted to do threading. I followed her, and did threading too. Its so painful, and I was basically going "ouch, ouch, ouch" the entire time. People was giving me their bitchy look. Then we walked to Bangsar Village and went to H5. The shop which has my baby in it! The gold mesh nooka is right there, waiting for me to buy it. I wonder when I'll get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was already 1 by then, bought my sister a new bowling ball, and went to Wondermilk for lunch. I think I saw Maria's cousins there. I had wedges with some dip. Damn, it was good. My sister had tuna melt, so did my dad and mom. I begged my dad to get me a lomo, but he won't. Total bummer, but he probably will get me one when he's in Singapore. Its four fifty in the evening, and Im home. Its Monday tomorrow. Shoot me, please. I have homeworks that need to be done and I don't even feel like taking out my pencil case. I don't know why, but Im craving for banana fritters. Affan's acting like an ass. He's just testing my patience.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-1254130063440016955?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/1254130063440016955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=1254130063440016955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1254130063440016955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1254130063440016955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/01/retweet-this-if.html' title='Retweet this if'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1LNWheCc8I/AAAAAAAABws/hzX5mO7o8Ts/s72-c/allongsss2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-2000137069607419996</id><published>2010-01-16T13:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:29:03.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what have you been doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1FqJnFpxxI/AAAAAAAABwM/M9jGsCqRUi4/s1600-h/950myself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1FqJnFpxxI/AAAAAAAABwM/M9jGsCqRUi4/s400/950myself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427235739302217490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1FUpX6oNvI/AAAAAAAABwE/SUBxN6opGEI/s1600-h/950shakespeareandco21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1FUpX6oNvI/AAAAAAAABwE/SUBxN6opGEI/s400/950shakespeareandco21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427212095729448690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1FPwFyRD8I/AAAAAAAABvs/5TI4D-1xx4s/s1600-h/mereading1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1FPwFyRD8I/AAAAAAAABvs/5TI4D-1xx4s/s400/mereading1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427206713563484098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1FUAMyQKDI/AAAAAAAABv8/VyzU2qrhfKA/s1600-h/950shakespeareandco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1FUAMyQKDI/AAAAAAAABv8/VyzU2qrhfKA/s400/950shakespeareandco1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427211388366891058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been busy, yes. That shows why I don't have time to blog anymore. School's been great. Minus the fact that Alyssa, Hilal, and Ammar annoys me everyday but, Alyssa's the one who gets on my nerves. She sings Happy Working song, True Love's Kiss everyday (more like every minute) She even named her pencil box Andalasia, my pencil box New York and there's more but it'll take me hours to elaborate how a sucker she is when it comes to Enchanted. Its a Saturday, and Im at home facing the laptop. Both of my beloved parents are out finding moolahs, and Im not sure what time they'll be back. I should be studying or be reading Panas Salju. This is definitely not the way to enjoy the weekends. I miss editing pictures, I miss Photoshop, I miss my camera. Speaking of camera's, I need a new lens. I want a fish eye so badly. My dad said he used to have one, and its compatible with DSLR'S but he doesn't know where it is. It must be somewhere in the store, I hope. I am going to dig in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumain is my dream boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-2000137069607419996?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/2000137069607419996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=2000137069607419996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2000137069607419996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2000137069607419996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='what have you been doing?'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/S1FqJnFpxxI/AAAAAAAABwM/M9jGsCqRUi4/s72-c/950myself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-8510503728172051787</id><published>2010-01-08T16:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:01:43.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(pick your own title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first day in school was fine. But the second day got better. Woke up automatically at 5 in the morning, at had breakfast. Not exactly breakfast though. I didn't want to shower in the first place because the heater was down, and the water must be freezing cold. I had no choice to shower 'cause I was feeling sleepy again, and so I did. Waited for my sister while listening to Best I've Ever Had by Drake. My dad dropped me off at my grandparent's place since my sister wanted to go early. 5 minutes passed by, and I started walking. Inas was waiting for me by the alley and walked to school. We had to go up to classes straight because it was drizzling. I saw something that I didn't like on the way up to class, it made me feel uneasy for a while (Okay Inas, please stop laughing! *slaps you*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was as usual, Im sitting beside Sarah, and Hilal's behind me. Suraya and Iman was beside Hilal and Ammar was the beside Suraya. You get what I mean, don't you? Okay, who cares.  First it was Science, I think Im going to flunk in Science. I didn't get what the hell was she saying. She pronounced inhale as inhay and exhale as exhay! And her english, was terrible. My form 2 science teacher was way better, I think. Seni was fun! Shafiq sat behind me and Hilal too. We had to do something about Garisan, and Shafiq keeps on bothering me. He borrows everything, my pencil, eraser, ruler, pen. Ammar's so ungrateful, I drawed his seni thingy for him, and he still bloody mocks me. Which is irritating and annoying. Iman was on crack for a bit, I think. She laughed like non-stop for 20 minutes which freaked me out a bit? (maybe a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was maths. I don't quite get Lines and Angles so, I got to do more practice! My maths teacher is really cute, and friendly in a way. She doesn't scold or anything, she just watches. Finally got to sat down and ate in recess period, and suddenly I realised that everyone is very different lately. I mean like, mostly the form 3's. They're not as friendly as they used to be last year, and I hate it. My post wont change anything, so whatever. Then it was English. Puan Lucy Udin is such a nice teacher, she doesn't even get mad. We answered questions, more like jokes. I still can't get this joke, why can't you hang a man with a moustache? 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It was a lot different than those other years. Its was 5 in the evening, me and my aunty were all dressed up to go to Rihanna's New Year's Eve Concert! (more like party) I was wearing my sequined cropped top, ripped of jeans and high heels! The driver picked us all up around 7. So it was me, my aunty, Aunty Arni and Uncle Farid. The concert was all the way in Abu Dhabi. Usually it'll take 1 hour plus to get there, but in our case we reached there in exactly 45 minutes, the driver was speeding all the way I tell you. There was so many teenagers there, like too many. We can't even see the road. We had to refund our tickets into wristbands. Know what? All the kids there are using blackberry. Bloody rich kids. We had to go through body check, and the lady who checked me looks like she was going to bite my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got in, the others settled down for food and drinks while I was looking around trying to spot good-looking boys! Let me tell you, there were so many.  One more thing, sequins are so in. Each girl here must be wearing something sequined, either a sequined dress, sequined top, sequined bottom, sequined shoes. The girls there looked stunning, seriously. Got my ass in the crowd! (It was my first time in the crowd. Yes, you can stop laughing now) I felt like a loner, in the crowd 'cause I had no friends or partner to dance with. The others didn't want to go to the front, blergh. Everyone was with someone. I was beside this really cute british guy, his sister, and parents. They were really friendly. I danced with the sister while DJ Green Lantern played those clubby-ish songs. Day and Night by Kid Cudi was my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was cheering for Rihanna, 'cause we waited for an hour plus. Suddenly, dried ice covered the stage, and poof* there was Rihanna! The props and stage decoration was epic. She started the concert by singing; the wait is over. I don't even know the words to that song, but I just sang along. She was wearing this gold sequined shoulder paded blazer, a corset, and rip of tights. She looked epic with her new hair-do. She was taking it a little slow. So, she started singing Russian Roulette, I sang my heart out to it. I didn't expect that she was going to sing Rehab! It was like my favourite song, seriously. Then, she sang; hate that I love you. I almost teared, you know? My favourite song too. She got us all dancing when she sang; please don't stop the music. I danced with the cute british boy, who was beside me. I think he was half-drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang most of her old albums, which was good. If she sang her new album, I don't think I'd enjoy as much as I did. She sang bits of; live your life, run this town and etc. She closed the show by singing her all time famous song; Umbrella. Out of no where, there was confetti coming out from the air. The crowd was screaming in joy! Even I was happy. There was a few minutes left till the clock striked 12. Rihanna ended her song, and there was dead silence. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. There you have it, 2010. Fireworks filled the air. Everyone started hugging, and couples were kissing. I even got random hugs from people. First it was the british boy, then it was his pretty sister, after her, it was a girl in glasses, then it was a boy with jet-black hair. Lastly,  it was a boy who had justin bieber's hair. He said happy new year, and he smiled. I almost felt my knees on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the back to meet up with the others, wished them Happy New Year. Most of the people there were drunk. Everyone was still in joy, they were still shouting and jumping around. After tall the chaos, it was the after party at La Rumba. Aunty Arni brought me in since the others wanted to rest. There were so many people. The songs were very catchy, I danced to all it. I got to dance with random boys. They were all so cute and friendly. But the drunk boys were scary. They were literally pulling my hair, and they were dancing so close which made me feel so uncomfortable. I was already sweating, so I had to made my way out. My heels were killing me, I had blisters all over. We got out from Emirates Palace Hotel and waited for the driver at the lobby. We were stuck in a massive traffic jam. I was too exhausted that I fell asleep along the way. It was one helluva night I tell you. I can do this every year! So tell me, how was your new year's eve? Hope it was fun! Happy New Year's, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: PEACHES GELDOF WAS IN DUBAI! SHE WAS SPINNING TRACKS IN 360. Should have gone to the club. Damn, I missed it. Bloooooody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-851779107537403066?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/851779107537403066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=851779107537403066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/851779107537403066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/851779107537403066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2010/01/shut-up-and-drive-2010.html' title='Drive, 2010'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-2251031115987381538</id><published>2009-12-29T17:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:44:35.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror mirror, on the wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I am showing off. Is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; fucking problem? Did I ever brag anything I bought to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;? I did not, did I? Its my blog, my say. If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; really can't stand me about bragging, then why do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; still bother to read my blog or judge me? Oh well. Looks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; still care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old blog posts are sick. Bloody sick, I tell you. Now, you won't want to know, would you? My day turned out to be the best day I've had in Dubai so far. My parents, Cousins, Aunty Arni and I, went to The Desert Safari. Its much more scarier than a roller coaster. The driver has skills driving on the smooth desert yknow? I was practically shouting my lungs out in the car. Im glad I did not puke. The desert was practically pulling my feet in, which was so scary but the sand in the desert was so fine and really cold. I love it! We had another Desert Bashing on the way to the camp for our entertainment. I did a henna on my arm, well it looks pretty.  Daddy gave me a go on the shisha, and I bloody hated it. I wonder how people can shisha all day long. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this spinning man who spinned 12832633876 times and not get dizzy. That was epic. The food was very good, and fattening. After we had dessert, it was belly dancing. Damn, that chick has moves. Especially when she moves the sword on her belly! She really knows how to work all of her muscles, and boobs too. Lol. That was it. I didn't know that Aunty Arni drove the same Volvo as Edward Cullen drove in Twilight? Awesome shit! Im done bragging about my day, Im off to watch 17 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: 2 more days till New Years! Wooooo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-2251031115987381538?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/2251031115987381538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=2251031115987381538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2251031115987381538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2251031115987381538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/12/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror mirror, on the wall'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-3270595165841200080</id><published>2009-12-28T00:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:57:43.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffed crust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzjdIgvZBKI/AAAAAAAABvM/NjP5tikOGGs/s1600-h/DSC_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzjdIgvZBKI/AAAAAAAABvM/NjP5tikOGGs/s400/DSC_1050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420325289837790370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzjnD6EQ9RI/AAAAAAAABvU/By-K26X-R98/s1600-h/DSC_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzjnD6EQ9RI/AAAAAAAABvU/By-K26X-R98/s400/DSC_1058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420336205853160722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzjbQMyRqkI/AAAAAAAABvE/NI35jEMXm8k/s1600-h/DSC_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzjbQMyRqkI/AAAAAAAABvE/NI35jEMXm8k/s400/DSC_1125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323222896880194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sequins are so in! Its like everywhere in Dubai. Everywhere. I've been doing nothing except shopping. I went to Abu Dhabi last Friday. It was a short road trip. I've been there, but we just wanted to show my dad the Heritage Village there. It was, boring. Went for dinner at Marina Mall's foodcourt. I had Burger King. The food there is way expensive. One burger costs around 18DHS and one coke costs 5DHS. Its just so ridiculous. On Saturday, my aunty, me and my sister went to Mall Of Emirates for more shopping. Got this heels I wanted for a very reasonable price, shoes for school, a brown studded bag and a cardigan with gold chains. All from H&amp;amp;M. That is why I am in love with H&amp;amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, all of us went to Dubai Outlet Mall since my parents wanted to go there so much. Its like, super boring but in the same place, all of the stuffs are cheap 'cause its like the outlet or something. I just got this blue blazer from New Look and spent the rest of the day in Chuck E' Cheese'S with cousins! Its an arcade with a lot of interesting games. I rode on this 3D rollercoaster thingy, and it freaked me out. Lol. There's also Ice Skating there., but I didn't go 'cause I don't want to embarrass myself. I won a lot of tickets, and redeemed it with a Chuck E' Cheese'S bouncy ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I went to Dubai Mall to get this sequined blazer I wanted for Forever 21. That's it, nothing else. But I couldn't resist. I got 2 floral cropped tops from New Look. We had lunch at the food court. Guess who I saw? My far away cousins! What a coincidence. I think that Qushey is one helluva hottie. We also met Malaysia's Ex Education Minister, Datuk Sri Hishamuddin at Sega Republic, the world of games. That's dope. The older people went to Global Village and left me and the younger kids. Now, I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-3270595165841200080?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/3270595165841200080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=3270595165841200080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3270595165841200080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3270595165841200080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/12/stuffed-crust.html' title='Stuffed crust'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzjdIgvZBKI/AAAAAAAABvM/NjP5tikOGGs/s72-c/DSC_1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-4246212763026568849</id><published>2009-12-25T05:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:26:59.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty little secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzUy-obyw7I/AAAAAAAABu8/izqA4vKMMF8/s1600-h/tumblr_kv83cc8Aow1qza6kro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzUy-obyw7I/AAAAAAAABu8/izqA4vKMMF8/s400/tumblr_kv83cc8Aow1qza6kro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419293778197529522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas! Im already here in Dubai. Yes, my wish came true! I just got back from a long road trip from Abu Dhabi. I don't think I can blog today, maybe tomorrow. Must be the jet lag. Shoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-4246212763026568849?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/4246212763026568849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=4246212763026568849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4246212763026568849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4246212763026568849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirty-little-secret.html' title='Dirty little secret'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SzUy-obyw7I/AAAAAAAABu8/izqA4vKMMF8/s72-c/tumblr_kv83cc8Aow1qza6kro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-1888190299583673336</id><published>2009-12-21T09:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:26:40.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohoho, under the mistletoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady Gaga's Christmas Tree is my favorite Christmas song so far. I went for Karaoke at Red Box with Ayah, Aunty Hana and Deena. I still have sore throat. Aunty Hana sings to all the songs. So frustrating. You know what? There's One Time by Justin Bieber. Is he, THAT famous? He's only fifteen anyways, so who cares. We were all so hungry by the time we were done, so we had our late lunch. I think there was some Cosplay at Sunway 'cause most of them were dressed up weirdly and very funny. I got myself a leaopard cropped top and pink neon flats from Cotton On. They're really cheap, much much much much more cheaper than Topshop. Im so happy that I got a Fifi Lapin top. Seriously, so happy. The bunny's are so damn cute. I'mma wear it in Dubai, since its like a sweater and its in grey. Got back home around 9, and my sister and I decided to sleepover Ayah's place one more night because I just cannot resist Elly. Elly is Ayah's cat, or soon to be my cat. She's just so adorable, and hyper. One thing I love the most about her is, she can play fetch! And, she kisses me everymorning too. Such a sweet cat. I still don't know what I want from Ayah. I still have  RM100 with him. What can I do with RM 100? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: I think I know what I want from my grandparents! An Onitsuka bag for school. Yeah, Im so going to get that. 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I had loads of fun. Thanks to my parents, family, and friends. I accidentally woke up at 5, and suddenly my phone rang. Faris called and wished me for a while. I slept back and around 10 got ready for the big day! I showered, and got a text from Seo! After Im done, I went off with my Daddy while the others are still sleeping. There were so many people at Parade. I was starting to have butterflies, but it all seem to cool down for a while. Rehearsed with Ammar's teacher, he seems funny and very spontaneous. Two of them boys caught my eyes, because they looked so cool with the guitars. Well, only one of them actually. Their name was Luqman and Azim. Ammar's teacher introduced them to me. The one I wasn't interested in was staring, so total bummer. Haha. Okay, moving on. Walked all over parade alone while waiting for my parents to come. I think Im getting sick of Parade. Finally it was 2, my parents came with Ayah and Aunty Hana! They sang Happy Birthday as loud as they can. I was really embarrassed. That's what they do best, embarrassing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed into my other blouse, then went backstage to check on the teachers. I made new friends though, like Tracy, Bryan, Nicholas and others. Suddenly, someone jumped on my back and closed my eyes. And.. it was Iman and Inas. I was really really happy to see them. See? If you really want it, you should put effort in it. Uncle Akmal, Aunty Ana, and Shafiq came all the way to see me. Thank you so much for the support! My parents and all of them went for lunch while I hung out with my new friends, and teacher. Honestly, Ammar's teacher is a bit flirty, well maybe a lot. But, he's hilarious, and funny. I went to meet up with Iman and Inas again cause they were having lunch at Sushi King. We were so lifeless that we went and call some random people, asking where they were and hang up.  Sounds lame? But it got us laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already three thirty, and like, my performance was really soon. Few minutes of practicing, and we're up on stage. Silent night was slow, and it was too fast anyways. Munchen Polka was good and Jingle Bells was too. Well, at least the performance wasn't screwed or anything. My family cheered the loudest, and the most. As usual. Thank God its over and done with! I can't stand anymore extra guitar classes. Not to forget, Sharmaine was there too. She performed on her organ. My parents were talking to her parents for about half an hour! All of the family members went off, and left me with Inas and Iman. We waited for Luqman and Azim to peform. Well, the sound was nice, but one of them was trying really hard to stand out. Instead, he looked like a fool. Haha, and he looks like (insert name here) We went off for lunch at Fridays since I was hungry. They wanted to tell the Fridays people that it was my birthday today. I begged them real hard to not tell all those people, its embarassing. Seriously, I've had it the last year. Not this year, please. I went back after all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from dinner at Happy Days in Taipan with Mama, Papa, Adia, Ayah, Aunty Hana, Mom, Dad and Deena. I love them to bits. The milkshake was really good! Aunty Ana, Uncle Akmal, Shafiq dropped by and gave me my present! It was a Guess handbag/purse! It's really pretty. Thank you, so much. Im supposed to give them my wishlist so that they can consider about buying it. I still don't know what I want from them. Hmm. Anyways, this year was the best year so far! Considering the fact that I've got so many wishes and more presents. I won't ever forget this birthday. Thank you, parents, family, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: It hurts when you remember someone's birthday, and they don't even bother to even call, send a text, or at least, wish on facebook. It really does. Especially when you've even threw a birthday party for them and especially when its your own bestfriend. How, saddening is that? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: Pictures will be uploaded on facebook tomorrow or something. When it's not being so retarded like it always is. 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I was all moody this morning, knowing that Daddy told me that he'll give my present later and my mom will be working tonight. So, I was quite depressed. On the other hand, Affan will take off few minutes before my birthday, and Sha is in Sabah. That's upsetting. Laptop and television was my only company during the day. I spent hours crying because I knew my birthday was going to suck. When clock stroked 12, there was no cake, no balloons, no watch. There was only this Gossip Girl Limited Edition Whole set thingy. I was happy because I still had a present but apart of me was upset because my sister's birthday was so much fun. She got presents and cakes. It was unfair. I told myself to suck it in, and see what happens tomorrow because from Daddy's reaction, I knew there was no surprise. Suddenly, at 1, my mom came home with a bouquet of cupcakes, with the candle, and a box. I hope it was what I wanted, and... yes! It was those gold watches! I was in joy. words can't explain how I felt that moment. I didn't know they did all these, and I thought they loved my sister more. Now I know, we're even. I love family so much. They're everything that a child could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Radzi was the first to call me, followed by Inas, Mama, (all the way from Dubai) Iman Alyssa, Rhyz Ruslan.  I love it how I have to put people on hold, and feel really busy on my birthday. Then texts came in, Affan, Alif, Thinesh, Deera, Kana, Sara, Ammar, etc. The wishes through facebook (Caprice wished me on facebook)  The wishes through Windows Live Messenger. I honestly don't know how to thank all of you people. But from the bottom of my heart, I truly appreciate all of the wishes. Don't forget my presents! Now, I can say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am finally fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feels good. So hows it like being fourteen? I feel old, but most of my friends are older. Im not supposed to feel old, am I? Hoho. Tomorrow's the big da. Its the perfomance. I hope no one I know will come and see. I bet all of the audience who watches my performance will head bang to all of my songs. I should feel like a rockstar when Im on stage! How I wish. Im sure they'll fall asleep halfway through or just walk off. Typical Malaysians. I have to be there before 11 for the soundcheck and stuffs. I sound like a performer. I really don't feel like it. Well, its too late to do anything now. I'll be waiting for more wishes tomorrow! 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Totally forgot about it. It only felt like yesterday, you know? Haha. Today was nice, I finally went out with my family. First, it was to Bangsar to find my aunty's birthday present. Bought a purse from Liz Claiborne. I showed Daddy the Nooka I wanted, it just fits me perfectly. Yes, perfectly. Lol. Had lunch at Delicious, chatted with my parents about stuffs and joked around with them. It's nice, I like it. I got my aldo sandals! I've been saving up for it, its so nice. Went to some small shops there, and got a dress I like. Had a drink at Coffee Bean and then we went straight back home. By the time we got home, it was already 7. It was almost dinner time, changed into something decent, and met Papa and the rest at Kokopeli. My aunty liked the purse so much! Yay me for choosing it! The dinner was good as usual, I love the place. Very comfortable with the dim lights and all. One thing that's so cool about it is we get to draw on the table! Not like I get to do it at home, but I can do it here. So, I scribbled alot of stuffs. I'll be posting the pictures up soon. The desert was heaven. I got sugar high after that. Haha. Im going swimming early in the morning tomorrow. So, yeah. I should be sleeping right now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Happy Birthday Mama! You're old, obviously. I love you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-9183106463068589005?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/9183106463068589005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=9183106463068589005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/9183106463068589005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/9183106463068589005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/12/lies-lies-lies.html' title='Lies, lies, lies'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-4156428475520641215</id><published>2009-12-09T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T05:28:22.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Soir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sx85ycT929I/AAAAAAAABt8/TklNJpJuSUs/s1600-h/tumblr_ku48vaQLvE1qzbqvao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sx85ycT929I/AAAAAAAABt8/TklNJpJuSUs/s400/tumblr_ku48vaQLvE1qzbqvao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413108815878806482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up to the sound of the drill. Some person was fixing my toilet sink, it almost fell down the other day. I had my quick lunch, dressed up and went for my guitar class. Guitar class today was so much earlier, and longer. The people who I'm going to play with are all such losers. Im the only girl. And the only Malay. Yes, I know. I wish there was something I could do about it. I had late late lunch at Sakae Sushi. Yes, alone. Like Thinesh says, no surprise. Haha. Hung around MPH for a bit. Got a new book. Waited for my sister to come for her class, and finally, got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like removing my gold nail polish and changing it to lilac? Yeah, Imma go do that tomorrow, since I'll be home alone. Its 4, and I am blogging. Such an insomniac. Played Reversi with Uzr. Holy smokes, he's good.  I managed to beat him only 1 time. But Im good at Rock, Papers and Scissors. Or is it the other way round? That killed time. I was waiting for someone to call me. Guess he didn't bother to call me up. Total bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-4156428475520641215?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/4156428475520641215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=4156428475520641215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4156428475520641215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4156428475520641215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/12/bon-soir.html' title='Bon Soir'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sx85ycT929I/AAAAAAAABt8/TklNJpJuSUs/s72-c/tumblr_ku48vaQLvE1qzbqvao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-6688945315114791516</id><published>2009-12-07T05:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T05:58:05.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je sens de la merden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sx14-e52CjI/AAAAAAAABt0/dXiprCvZEmo/s1600-h/tumblr_ku69yiz10q1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sx14-e52CjI/AAAAAAAABt0/dXiprCvZEmo/s400/tumblr_ku69yiz10q1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412615342012107314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My weekend was awesome. Having Ammar and Adia over was definitely a way to cure boredom and kill time. They slept over on Friday. Ammar, Deena, and I was staying up so damn late. Ammar brought his guitar along, so we played a couple of songs. I don't know how, but I can play I gotta feeling. Oui, c'est bizzare! Practiced for my performance for 1 hour plus, and gossiped with Ammar. He's really open now. He, and his girlfriend were meant for each other. I knew that Ammar was really into her, no kid. The next day, I went to the bazaar and got a few stuffs there for a quite reasonable price. Im happy with it. Deena's friends went for a swim, so I joined them with Ammar and Adia. Ammar's guitar class was that night, so we left Deena and her friends at home. I got to joined Ammar's guitar class, his teacher is very funny. Made Adia's very own teddy bear, with the birth certificate. (I have one too) Dropped by Sunway since mother had to use some voucher. Okay, then, obviously you know what happened. Dinner, etc etc. Did the same thing that night, minus going online because my internet was being such a b*tch. But, this time, Ammar played his guitar for me until I fell asleep. He's getting nicer, day by day.  Im going for tennis or squash or badminton right now. Au revoir ma cherie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Vos videos ne manquent jamais de me faire sourire!:) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-6688945315114791516?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/6688945315114791516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=6688945315114791516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6688945315114791516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6688945315114791516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/12/je-sens-de-la-merden.html' title='Je sens de la merden'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sx14-e52CjI/AAAAAAAABt0/dXiprCvZEmo/s72-c/tumblr_ku69yiz10q1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-7890492183910758770</id><published>2009-12-03T14:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:48:01.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hard days night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxdcpD9pHJI/AAAAAAAABtE/RnTf-ECKmyU/s1600-h/3123804709_de7ab271b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxdcpD9pHJI/AAAAAAAABtE/RnTf-ECKmyU/s400/3123804709_de7ab271b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410895337817185426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been jamming to The Beatles songs on Wii lately. Yellow Submarine is quite an annoying song I must say. Im parent-less for a while since both of them went to work. Im stuck with 3 annoying people; Ammar, Deena, Adia. But, they're all doing their on stuffs. Ammar's playing with my guitar, Adia's playing Wii, Deena's doing her music homework. Speaking of music, I don't feel like performing on my birthday. 4 fucking boring songs you know? Who'd want to watch it anyway? I'll be having practice for 3 hours next week. My fingers are getting uglier day by day. Damn you blisters! Ammar keeps on complaining that my guitar sucks. Dude, its classical. What'd ya expect? I fucking know la your guitar is worth Rm1000 plus. Who gives a fuck, ha, cousin? Well, you're the one who said my guitar was cool, before you got your own cool guitar. The previous one was so cheapo. Did you buy it at the bookstore or something? Mind me for being a bitch, I can't stand him. He gets on my nerves. Im going to read my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-7890492183910758770?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/7890492183910758770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=7890492183910758770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/7890492183910758770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/7890492183910758770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/12/hard-days-night.html' title='A hard days night'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxdcpD9pHJI/AAAAAAAABtE/RnTf-ECKmyU/s72-c/3123804709_de7ab271b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-7926395949498288418</id><published>2009-12-02T05:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:36:41.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather stay awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbdCm3pjMI/AAAAAAAABs0/0-ClalNEN1Y/s1600-h/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbdCm3pjMI/AAAAAAAABs0/0-ClalNEN1Y/s400/014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410755039195663554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I've been away for ages, I know. My life's been very hectic. Plus, I didn't felt the urge to blog until today. Im sorry blogspot, for the abandonment. I'll try too blog more often. I'll at least try. I've been away for this past few days, and got everyone worried. Even some of em thought I was dead. I needed life without technology for a while, and it was relaxing. I need to do it more often! I've been doing a lot of swimming at night with my new friend, Bryan. And also Sauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2nd of December! Like Imran reminded me, my birthday is 2 weeks away! I want a lot of presents, because I don't usually get them. I will probably go out for a dinner with my friends or something since Im flying off to Dubai few days after. I miss Dubai, and my cousins. I need to shop. Not on clothes, books. Yes, books. Nerdy ain't it? Laugh at me, and I'll laugh with you. Im thrilled to go to Rihanna's concert on New Year's Eve. I'll be celebrating Christmas and New Year's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have to miss Paklong's Christmas Dinner! On the bright side, I could still go ski-ing on Christmas or something? Im sure I'll be occupied. So, I dont have to worry. I might be having my sleeping disorder back. Its 531 am, and Im blogging. Gosh, how in the world am I going to wake up for school next year? I need Heroes episode 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-7926395949498288418?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/7926395949498288418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=7926395949498288418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/7926395949498288418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/7926395949498288418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-rather-stay-awake.html' title='I&apos;d rather stay awake'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbdCm3pjMI/AAAAAAAABs0/0-ClalNEN1Y/s72-c/014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-2585933034134898522</id><published>2009-10-18T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:41:39.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im cool, don't drool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SuZdGjHX8yI/AAAAAAAABrA/51T6DRpfIis/s1600-h/3_jpg_jpg_595.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 437px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SuZdGjHX8yI/AAAAAAAABrA/51T6DRpfIis/s400/3_jpg_jpg_595.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397103570536887074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Boyfriend! I don't care what people think or say about you, I'll always go crazy over you. And faint if I ever get to see you. Which never will happen. But, a girl can dream. Haha.  I love you Zachary David Alexander Efron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'll be away, finals are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-2585933034134898522?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/2585933034134898522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=2585933034134898522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2585933034134898522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2585933034134898522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Im cool, don&apos;t drool'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SuZdGjHX8yI/AAAAAAAABrA/51T6DRpfIis/s72-c/3_jpg_jpg_595.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-5028141322748081773</id><published>2009-10-14T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:47:05.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't got no beef</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StcLVG8digI/AAAAAAAABqw/KZVGnuohKts/s1600-h/DSC_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StcLVG8digI/AAAAAAAABqw/KZVGnuohKts/s400/DSC_0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392791536068823554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 12th Birthday Ammar Sharzzy! You're getting older. Every second. Every hour. Every day. Every year. I like it when you laugh at my stupid lame jokes. Cause you're the only one who does, and I like it when you're clumsy. And you'll end up breaking every single thing. Haha. Im sure you'll enjoy karting later right? Well, have spectacular birthday, cousin! Can't wait for your party! And, pretty please don't be such a pro on the guitars? I'll hate you for that. Seriously. Happy Birthday! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-5028141322748081773?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/5028141322748081773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=5028141322748081773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5028141322748081773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5028141322748081773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/10/aint-got-no-beef.html' title='Ain&apos;t got no beef'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StcLVG8digI/AAAAAAAABqw/KZVGnuohKts/s72-c/DSC_0234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-8873780708985201778</id><published>2009-10-13T15:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:28:13.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Zac Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmz8VNAdI/AAAAAAAABqI/yMiCQ8G468c/s1600-h/zac-efron-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmz8VNAdI/AAAAAAAABqI/yMiCQ8G468c/s400/zac-efron-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391977327679570386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmzs6TtnI/AAAAAAAABqA/4x8ELrLFu6Y/s1600-h/zac-efron-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmzs6TtnI/AAAAAAAABqA/4x8ELrLFu6Y/s400/zac-efron-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391977323540231794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmzPcCLnI/AAAAAAAABp4/CFoC1fJQc-s/s1600-h/zac-efron-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmzPcCLnI/AAAAAAAABp4/CFoC1fJQc-s/s400/zac-efron-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391977315628625522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmdPsGevI/AAAAAAAABpo/Wy1IcpanGZQ/s1600-h/zac-efron-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmdPsGevI/AAAAAAAABpo/Wy1IcpanGZQ/s400/zac-efron-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391976937738894066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmc0h2viI/AAAAAAAABpg/oI4QB53GaA0/s1600-h/zac-efron-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmc0h2viI/AAAAAAAABpg/oI4QB53GaA0/s400/zac-efron-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391976930448162338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmcmggOpI/AAAAAAAABpY/WzjOqT0bjHY/s1600-h/zac-efron-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmcmggOpI/AAAAAAAABpY/WzjOqT0bjHY/s400/zac-efron-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391976926684396178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmcEf59YI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Pli_FVfV5vw/s1600-h/zac-efron-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so going to all bookstore's and find myself a Nylon Guys magazine. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-8873780708985201778?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/8873780708985201778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=8873780708985201778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/8873780708985201778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/8873780708985201778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-zac-attack.html' title='Its Zac Attack'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/StQmz8VNAdI/AAAAAAAABqI/yMiCQ8G468c/s72-c/zac-efron-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-2512527558237944311</id><published>2009-10-11T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:53:51.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got me lifted, shifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I haven't been updating my blog for 15316261739826 years. Every time I open up poor ol' blogspot, and decided to post something up, my fingers keep pressing the backspace button. Well maybe not today. Its been too long. I don't want to abandon it. I've been going out a lot lately, I mean not with my friends. Just family. I slept over at Bonda's place on Saturday and Sunday. Then on Monday, I slept over at Aunty Ya and Paklong's place. I went to Pavillion the next day to get Paklong's present, and Aunty Ya's Juicy Couture top. Paklong got a nice top. On wednesday, I slept over at my grandmother's place, and I finally got home on Thursday. Maria's place was nice, and we sort of celebrated her birthday that day. Nyla and Sara was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday, I went to this acting workshop with a couple of Actors. I don't know why my mom signed me up. I don't see a point in acting. But, they were all so funny. And friendly too. I had fun, and Im getting free tickets too see them act in Istana Budaya, I think. Anyways, I spent some quality time with Uncle Is and Aunty Sha at Hartamas. My grandparents came over, and had dinner. I slept over their place. The next morning, Uncle Adam came and picked me, my sister, and Ammar out to Sunway. He brought us to Converse, and we're supposed to take anything we want. I found a really nice looking leather sneakers. So, I took them. I wanted the ACDC one, but they only have it in size 6. Imma size 4. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, that's it. So now, its back to the books. I really really need to improve my grades. I don't want any red coloured markers in my report card. Im going to work my ass of it. Seriously. Laugh all you want, I don't care. I'll try to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-2512527558237944311?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/2512527558237944311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=2512527558237944311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2512527558237944311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2512527558237944311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-got-me-lifted-shifted.html' title='You got me lifted, shifted'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-6988022345834821079</id><published>2009-09-29T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:04:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>En se désintégrant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SsGGX74IglI/AAAAAAAABno/bnvzHvFVkzM/s1600-h/DSC_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SsGGX74IglI/AAAAAAAABno/bnvzHvFVkzM/s400/DSC_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386734375080067666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bon anniversaire Paklong! Ayez un souffle! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-6988022345834821079?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/6988022345834821079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=6988022345834821079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6988022345834821079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6988022345834821079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/en-se-desintegrant.html' title='En se désintégrant'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SsGGX74IglI/AAAAAAAABno/bnvzHvFVkzM/s72-c/DSC_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-2322119525792938206</id><published>2009-09-24T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:42:15.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you marry me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3YfesFGQI/AAAAAAAABmI/utCq0pAPyf4/s1600-h/DSC_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3YfesFGQI/AAAAAAAABmI/utCq0pAPyf4/s400/DSC_0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385698764730472706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3ZE_v_dEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ySYGJQK7m64/s1600-h/DSC_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3ZE_v_dEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ySYGJQK7m64/s400/DSC_0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385699409260409922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3Z5APFgYI/AAAAAAAABmY/xLYj9i58lg0/s1600-h/DSC_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3Z5APFgYI/AAAAAAAABmY/xLYj9i58lg0/s400/DSC_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385700302744027522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3XaeApsiI/AAAAAAAABmA/VRhEj0FGqBM/s1600-h/DSC_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3XaeApsiI/AAAAAAAABmA/VRhEj0FGqBM/s400/DSC_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385697579137348130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3Vx8benPI/AAAAAAAABl4/0MYU_08pXMA/s1600-h/DSC_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3Vx8benPI/AAAAAAAABl4/0MYU_08pXMA/s400/DSC_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385695783416667378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3VT4TIHVI/AAAAAAAABlw/y_8E3jxVxrY/s1600-h/DSC_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3VT4TIHVI/AAAAAAAABlw/y_8E3jxVxrY/s400/DSC_0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385695266911821138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faris drove me and Iman back home from Sunway today. He drove like !@#$%@! I don't know what to say. Anyways, thanks for bringing me back safe and sound. Haha. Wan did her open house today. So, we were late as usual. I was hungry, straight went to the food, and I ate. The food was actually good, especially the um.. uh.. everything was good! I ate as fast as I could, cause Wan was already calling me to take pictures. Aunty Ya and Paklong was there. I was so happy to see him. I gave Paklong a hug since I dislike his kisses. I got pictures with everyone. Even my grandfather's brother too okay. I actually had the guts to take pictures with everyone. Im happy I did. We played fireworks there, it was the shiz. Paklong brought the chinese crackers. Holy crap, it was loud. Like really loud. Then had the 49 shots, and normal sparkles. Ended up laughing, and talking until it was almost 12. Exchanged our goodbyes. My dad reversed too fast, and his beemer crashed into this person's audi. But, it wasn't that bad Im still in shocked though. But nothing really serious. I'll upload more pictures on fb. The gorgeous boy's coming over tomorrow. I can't wait.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-2322119525792938206?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/2322119525792938206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=2322119525792938206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2322119525792938206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2322119525792938206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-you-marry-me.html' title='Will you marry me?'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr3YfesFGQI/AAAAAAAABmI/utCq0pAPyf4/s72-c/DSC_0460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-7569889957068414824</id><published>2009-09-23T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:27:11.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe there's a way out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up late. My whole family did. I checked the time, and it was already 10. I panicked, and jumped on my parents asking them to wake up. I rushed and got ready, so we left around 11. Reached my grandparents house, and I was surprised to see that no one arrived there yet. So, I panicked for nothing. Few minutes later, Ayah, and the others came. We took our family pictures, and queued to get Raya money! I didn't teared as much as I did last year. I was the photographer for this year. Its well, pretty much tiring carrying the tripod and camera bag everywhere. Relatives came in the afternoon. But, this year's a bit boring without Paklong and Aunty Ya's presence. They went to Johor. I followed my grandparents to my grandmother's sister's daughter's house in Shah Alam. I felt awkward cause Im not close to any of them, and I don't know most of them. But, there's this like really really really gorgeous boy. I cannot stop starring. So, I asked my grandfather who's the boy, and he said he's my cousin and he's my age.  I freaked out for a while, and he was kinda starring at me too. I didn't even talk to him, and I don't even know his name. I just had pictures with him cause he sat beside me. Oh, I have a cousin who's into photography too! Like, finally I have someone to blab about on photography. He has a killer smile, and he's a pilot. But, nah, no thanks. I collected a lot of raya money there. Went back home around 7 plus, then waited for my dad to pick me up home. Papa and the rest came over to watch football. Im so proud of fletcher! He scored 2 goals. And owen for the last minute goal.  I don't like manchester city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found myself awake at 12 in the afternoon, and no one was awake. I always wake up first. So irritating. Mom told to get ready since we're going to Parade to find Adia's birthday present! Walked around Toys 'R Us and finally found a perfect present. A microphone stand with disco balls! She loves singing, so I guess its perfect. I saw Papa, Mama, Adia and Ammar at Toys 'R Us too. What a coincidence. End up hiding the present behind, so that Adia wont see and went to TGIF with them for late evening lunch. Got back home, and accidentally slept for half an hour! Found something nice to wear for her small party. My grandparents arrived early, like super early. So, she blowed her candles, ate. Ate some more. Ayah and Bonda came late cause they went to Malacca. Played monopoly with Ammar, Deena and Bonda. Its the Here and Now edition. I bought the most expensive land and had hotels on it. I have total 8 hotels. Beat that! So, I won monopoly. Did a performance with Ammar. Its not exactly 'raya', but I still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22nd September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was Affan's birthday, so I was the first to wish him. And I was the first to wish Faisal too. I was wide awake, but Affan here, slept early. What's with people sleeping early on their birthdays? I don't get it. Haha. So, I woke up and showered cause we're going to some of the relative's houses. Papa and the gang followed us, so did Ayah. We started our day by going to my grandmother's sister's house, the biscuits was nice. Had a friendly talk for about half an hour, then we went for lunch at SS15. Paid a visit at grandmother's late brother's wife's house in Damansara. There was quite an amount of people there too, but I didn't eat cause I was full. We weren't there for that long. It was already around 5, so we carried on. We all went to my grandfather's sister's house in Kampung Baru. This is the only place which makes me feel that I have a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;. The house is so pretty, and KLCC is like really near to the house. Hazrat was looking good in his shirt. Haha. I ate at Opah's house cause her cooking is just, superb. We wanted to wait for Aunty Ya and Paklong, but they were too late. So, we just drove back home. I read my book, then slept. I had to sleep early cause I was going to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd September 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My alarm clock won't stop buzzing, I kept switching it off, but it won't work. So, I had to drag my lazy ass to the bathroom, and got ready. Waited for everyone to get ready. Got McD for breakfast, then we started our journey, I think I slept too much in the car. Luckily there was no traffic, if there was, I'll sleep even more. ZzZz. After hours of sleeping, I woke up and there I was in Singapore. I was relieved. So, went to my dad's mom's place first. Apologize and all, and had biscuits for tea. There were so many old people, and I didn't know I have a lot of aunts and uncles. Haha. I followed my uncle to a nearby mall, got a top from Zara, and he bought me an Onitsuka shoe. I was so happy. So that was my raya money/present from him. I was starting to get bored there, so thank god for mobile internet! Like, damn saviour la. So, I tweeted a whole lot. We went back around 7, and I got raya money. But its Singapore's money, so if I change it, I'll get double the amount. I didn't sleep on the way home cause of mobile internet and opera mini on bb. I wasn't that bored, but I was tired. Finally got home by 2 in the morning. Is that fast? Or slow? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2073124880532429279-7569889957068414824?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/7569889957068414824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=7569889957068414824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/7569889957068414824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/7569889957068414824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-theres-way-out.html' title='Maybe there&apos;s a way out'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-1840822144919337202</id><published>2009-09-22T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:55:17.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a reason, to keep me from prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2cAzx7NmI/AAAAAAAABlQ/BDyGNSvszzY/s1600-h/DSC_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2cAzx7NmI/AAAAAAAABlQ/BDyGNSvszzY/s400/DSC_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385632267118524002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 3rd birthday Adia! You're the most loudest yet cutest cousin I've ever known. I like the way you say my name, its simply adorable and priceless! And its not like you could even read my post. Haha. Anyways, I love you princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2dfiVO0mI/AAAAAAAABlY/hlMeOtDeQt8/s1600-h/S0DRB410cq5qd5f2dx22reE2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2dfiVO0mI/AAAAAAAABlY/hlMeOtDeQt8/s400/S0DRB410cq5qd5f2dx22reE2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385633894522344034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 14th birthday Affan Ghazi! You're a year older, and can you please stop being so bloody vain? Haha, have fun in Sabah! Happy 15th birthday Faisal Luqman, have a blast on your birthday. And not to forget, goodluck for PMR! Scratch the we love you part, that doesn't make sense. Happy birthday boys. Woves you two! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-1840822144919337202?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/1840822144919337202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=1840822144919337202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1840822144919337202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1840822144919337202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-reason-to-keep-me-from-prison.html' title='its a reason, to keep me from prison'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2cAzx7NmI/AAAAAAAABlQ/BDyGNSvszzY/s72-c/DSC_0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-2323645323771719900</id><published>2009-09-20T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:30:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an apple a day, keeps you away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2VEw2o21I/AAAAAAAABlA/tn34LvmhbE8/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2VEw2o21I/AAAAAAAABlA/tn34LvmhbE8/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385624638471068498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2RiRkug4I/AAAAAAAABko/MFdLOg4D_ZM/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2RiRkug4I/AAAAAAAABko/MFdLOg4D_ZM/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385620747424007042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Eid Mubarak! If I said anything that hurt you or made you feel offended in any ways, I teased or joked with you too much, for the vulgar words used towards you, I sincerely apologize. Have a wonderful weekend. I'll elaborate more when I have the time to actually sit down, and recall what I did. Take care, and don't forget to give me some of your kachings! Pictures on fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-2323645323771719900?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/2323645323771719900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=2323645323771719900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2323645323771719900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2323645323771719900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html' title='an apple a day, keeps you away'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sr2VEw2o21I/AAAAAAAABlA/tn34LvmhbE8/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-3071804407357804265</id><published>2009-09-15T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:52:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zap off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpetheYjHP1qa1vdfo1_500.jpg" alt="Why He’s Hot:   That French boy air is just too alluring. The accent, the clothes, the hair,.. they all come together so perfectly its all too fucking good to be true. Even those shoes. Look at them. Look. They’re perfect. And his hair’s all tousled and shit. He gives Robert Pattinson a run for his money. It makes you want to shove him on top of that piano and make mad cliche love. He is the best of both worlds. He is boyish, but at the same time, incredibly manly and the thought of him just breaking shit all over the house is totally sexy. You know he’s the type that would just do anything for you. Plus he’s got that really wise and experienced look about him, which means he’s damn good in bed. Hell, he’s French. He’s fucking FRENCH. He’s probably the best fuck around. And he’ll whisper sweet french words into your ear that you don’t understand while he’s doing you. The scar on his face really adds to the bad-boyish image. It makes him look all tough and in-need-of-love. He’s the type that would bring you to a chic cafe in Paris and then feel so overcome by love for you that he can’t even not touch you for 2 minutes. In the end, you end up making love in the bathroom and all is good. He is the epitome of unpredictability and a perfect combination of love and lust. He looks timeless and classy. He smokes a cigarette like its nobody’s business. Do I need another fucking reason? No, I didn’t think so.  {submission}" /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why He’s Hot: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That French boy air is just too alluring. The accent, the clothes, the hair,.. they all come together so perfectly its all too fucking good to be true. Even those shoes. Look at them. Look. They’re perfect. And his hair’s all tousled and shit. He gives Robert Pattinson a run for his money. It makes you want to shove him on top of that piano and make mad cliche love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is the best of both worlds. He is boyish, but at the same time, incredibly manly and the thought of him just breaking shit all over the house is totally sexy. You know he’s the type that would just do anything for you. Plus he’s got that really wise and experienced look about him.. Hell, he’s French. He’s fucking FRENCH. He’s probably the best fuck around. And he’ll whisper sweet french words into your ear that you don’t understand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The scar on his face really adds to the bad-boyish image. It makes him look all tough and in-need-of-love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He’s the type that would bring you to a chic cafe in Paris and then feel so overcome by love for you that he can’t even not touch you for 2 minutes. In the end, you end up making love in the bathroom and all is good. He is the epitome of unpredictability and a perfect combination of love and lust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He looks timeless and classy. He smokes a cigarette like its nobody’s business. Do I need another fucking reason? No, I didn’t think so&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-3071804407357804265?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/3071804407357804265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=3071804407357804265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3071804407357804265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3071804407357804265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-hes-hot-that-french-boy-air-is-just.html' title='Zap off'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-3872013020087970530</id><published>2009-09-14T11:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:01:32.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss my book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sq8NPgxEyEI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3c5Q2s-_-d8/s1600-h/57QK9SvrIohzaeb3ubvVq2fOo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sq8NPgxEyEI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3c5Q2s-_-d8/s400/57QK9SvrIohzaeb3ubvVq2fOo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534639875999810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, got your ass beat up today? Aw, I pity &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello bloggers. I dragged my lazy ass to school today. Iman and Sha was absent, so it was just me and Inas. We're so used to it. So, gossiped about people cause it felt like a week since we saw each other! Hmm. Science was a total bummer, she took our recess period. And she didn't even let us talk, even whisper. Learned about hydrostatic skeleton, exoskeleton and endoskeleton (oh my god, i just remembered all that) Nothing much on school today, it was just the same. Ammar broke his fast at home, and we played upwords for a while. Then, started drawing the portrait for Seni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an unexpected call from Imran Shah at 1230. It was weird, cause he was laughing all the way. I have no idea why Im updating this blog. But, for you stalkers out there, I am updating. Its the 14th of September. That means, raya is in 6 more days? Oh my god. Everything is in a rush lately.  Plus, I haven't bought anything. Minus the baking cookies part. I still don't feel the enthusiasm. Just yet. But can't wait to play more firecrackers, and burn people's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Kanye humiliated Taylor Swift on VMA'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-3872013020087970530?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/3872013020087970530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=3872013020087970530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3872013020087970530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3872013020087970530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-my-book.html' title='Kiss my book'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sq8NPgxEyEI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3c5Q2s-_-d8/s72-c/57QK9SvrIohzaeb3ubvVq2fOo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-5104885604341883638</id><published>2009-09-12T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:31:51.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sq8JcREZASI/AAAAAAAABkI/H5v6pYypVmc/s1600-h/DSC_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sq8JcREZASI/AAAAAAAABkI/H5v6pYypVmc/s400/DSC_0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381530460953837858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday M.I.A!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll have a terrific birthday!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-5104885604341883638?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/5104885604341883638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=5104885604341883638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5104885604341883638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5104885604341883638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-m.html' title='Click again'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sq8JcREZASI/AAAAAAAABkI/H5v6pYypVmc/s72-c/DSC_0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-1062620431247062949</id><published>2009-09-12T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:22:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousins and aunty left for Dubai few hours ago. And I cried my heart out. Dramatic? Oh well, there's a big difference with their presence, and without their presence. Say, if their here, I can laugh all day long and go out late night with my aunty. I get entertained everytime after I wake up, and before I go to sleep. Hm, one more year till I get to see them again. I hope I'll be going there end of the year! Anyways, take care! I love you guys. Don't forget to call me okay? I'll always be here for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I went to Sunway hotel and broke my fast with the whole family. Minus Mama, she was busy packing her shit load stuffs that she's going to bring back. The place was packed with human beings, and the food wasn't delicious. It was just so-so. But the marshmellows dipped in chocolate was good. Got back after all hectic at the Sun n' Surf Cafe. But, my grandmother's house was much more hectic than it was at Sunway! Played lots of firecrackers (!) Sorry neighbours, I just felt like burning all of your houses. Around 1030, we left the house. Airport, here we come. I followed my cousin, he drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's tall, braces, good looking too! Haha. In the car was quite awkward, then he started talkingn and stuffs. He drove my aunty's beemer. I love airports and planes! Perfect combination man. I was feeling pretty much sad already when we got there. Knowing the fact that I won't be seeing them till next year. They checked in around 1 in the morning, and that was the time I cried. Especially when Mama hugged me. And, no more Aysara! That's just so sad. Oh well. After all that, went to burger king with my cousin, cause he was hungry. My parents and the others went back first. So talked with him until it was like, 3? Yeah, that long. He drove me back home, didn't talk much. Cause I fell asleep. Hehe. Reached home around 4. Had something to snack on and slept back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Lucas Till has a killer smile makes me want to eat him up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-1062620431247062949?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/1062620431247062949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=1062620431247062949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1062620431247062949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1062620431247062949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/sex-on-fire.html' title='Sex on fire'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-4557886140251995005</id><published>2009-09-11T05:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:43:27.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But now Im hungover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SqrDnp2ATvI/AAAAAAAABkA/nTX3CNC_xNU/s1600-h/chace_crawford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SqrDnp2ATvI/AAAAAAAABkA/nTX3CNC_xNU/s400/chace_crawford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380327790862159602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SqrDhyEVgDI/AAAAAAAABj4/U8JpRVp5Qcs/s1600-h/robert_pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SqrDhyEVgDI/AAAAAAAABj4/U8JpRVp5Qcs/s400/robert_pattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380327689990537266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SqrC5MCENPI/AAAAAAAABjw/7eT4Hij86TA/s1600-h/justin_bieber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 460px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sqj5tzCiC6I/AAAAAAAABio/NLFudwCojkg/s400/2agnqxv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379824320084315042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of the posts are dealing with boyfriend/girlfriend romantic love and relationships. I think an extremely special form of love has been left out.The love I am referring to is the love you have for a best friend. It’s unique and so important to have. It’s more than just affection for someone; it’s a deep underlying connection. The comfort of knowing I can tell them everything, and not have worry about being judged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person I tell when something exciting happens, or when something scary happens. The person I turn to when I need to vent. The person I can laugh at because they will just laugh back at me. The person I need to tell things to so your brain doesn’t explode. The person who can make me feel better when Im having a tough day, the one I turn to for advice. The person I can have full conversations with by merely exchanging glances. And maybe most importantly, the one I tell all your secrets to, especially boy secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me they thought it was creepy how my best friends and I said “I love you” to each other often. I told them: I think when you love someone; you can’t help but sound at least a little creepy. Love is love. No matter if it’s for my Mom, my cat, a boy, or my best friend. Im lucky enough to have people to love, and be loved, I need to to let them know how thankful I am for that, and how much I love them back. I don't know where I'd be without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-723946152325002213?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/723946152325002213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=723946152325002213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/723946152325002213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/723946152325002213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-lot-of-posts-are-dealing-with.html' title='Lend me a hand, will you?'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sqj5tzCiC6I/AAAAAAAABio/NLFudwCojkg/s72-c/2agnqxv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-1099979283931794645</id><published>2009-09-09T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:54:44.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me at the hotel room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sqj263kVBnI/AAAAAAAABig/g1Uj7yqj39c/s1600-h/tumblr_kp88gocEpx1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sqj263kVBnI/AAAAAAAABig/g1Uj7yqj39c/s400/tumblr_kp88gocEpx1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379821246103225970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start of by saying happy 090909! Its a pretty cool number. Today is Wednesday. The weather's perfect to just sleep all day long! I slept at Royale Chulan hotel in Kuala Lumpur yesterday night. So, that explains why Im not in school. At first, we just went there to break our fast but ended up staying there for a night. The place is just beautiful. Go and see it for yourself. I went to Craft Complex just now, and did Batik painting with the cousins. Minus Ammar and Adia. After that, I followed my mom to her ex boss' house at The Mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I was amazed by the large and beautiful houses there. I wanna live there when I grow up. So, as my mom parked her car in front of her boss' house, I was truly shocked, cause it was so huge okay. Plus the gate's really cool and the cars, haih. I do not know what to say. She has a porche, 2 bmw's, 2 audi's, and a golf kart. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? THE MAID HAS HER OWN BMW. F!@#$%&amp;amp;#@! RICH I TELL YOU! PLUS, SHE HAS NO KIDS. The view from the house is so calming, with the green grass across, and pool by the side. Very calming. The house reminds me of Zac's house in 17 again. Sigh, Im so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar class is getting harder week by week. But, I made a promise to myself I won't quit. Classical class is full of plucking. I hate it. I bought 2 new magazines today. I bought Nylon and Anna Paquin's on the cover with the interview about True Blood, then Teen Vogue's October issue. Taylor Lautner's on the front page. Yumm! I guess that's all for today. I still need a tv in my room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-1099979283931794645?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/1099979283931794645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=1099979283931794645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1099979283931794645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1099979283931794645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-me-at-hotel-room.html' title='Meet me at the hotel room'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sqj263kVBnI/AAAAAAAABig/g1Uj7yqj39c/s72-c/tumblr_kp88gocEpx1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-55350699063209292</id><published>2009-09-07T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:26:16.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double the looser</title><content type='html'>Lalalala. Don't know why Im updating my blog. Everything's normal lately. Nothing bizarre. I went to Paklong's house today. Finally told him all my problems. My family members and I had this guitar hero battle. So I was teamed up with Paklong, Daddy, Aneeq and Bonda! We were the first team. Mama, Mommy, Deena and Ayah was in a different team. Played Paklong's new guitar hero 5. Its so bloody cool. It has KINGS OF LEON, Arctic Monkeys, Muse, Wolfmother, Coldplay, Nirvana, Bon Jovi, Vampire Weekend. I got 100% on guitars for A-Punk by Vampire Weekend (hard) and I got 99%  on singing for Brainstorm by Arctic Monkeys (expert) Yay! So.. my team won. As predicted. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was the bomb I tell you! I stuffed myself with lots of food. Jason came by since I was there. Played Tap tap revenge with him. Gossiped for a bit and he went off already. Sobs!  Okay, so that was it. Im at the condo right now. Im so dead bored. I think I should bake honey cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Goodluck for UPSR tomorrow, Ammar! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-55350699063209292?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/55350699063209292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=55350699063209292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/55350699063209292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/55350699063209292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/double-looser.html' title='Double the looser'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-4488221975232631997</id><published>2009-09-03T03:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:53:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obliterated heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SqAWW4agswI/AAAAAAAABhI/1DpFcvT9hvU/s1600-h/tumblr_kpet2rm7tz1qzarwl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SqAWW4agswI/AAAAAAAABhI/1DpFcvT9hvU/s400/tumblr_kpet2rm7tz1qzarwl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377322537436885762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin Bieber, Its On with Alexa Chung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to say, Im in no mood to blog a long post. But just for the sake of updating my blog, I will. Well, here goes nothing. I feel so lazy to wake up in the mornings that I'd have to ask someone to call me and wake me up. But, it still won't work cause I'll end up sleeping again. I hate it when I have trouble sleeping. I always do, everyday. Its irritating to the maximum extend. My eyes bags are getting worst. I should start sleeping early, that's if I can. Sadly, I can't. I think I should go to the doctor and check? Or is it normal? I hope I can start sleeping early by the end of the year 'cause well I have to wake up in the morning. That's the worst part. FML. FML. FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-4488221975232631997?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/4488221975232631997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=4488221975232631997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4488221975232631997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4488221975232631997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/justin-bieber-on-its-on-with-alexa.html' title='obliterated heart'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SqAWW4agswI/AAAAAAAABhI/1DpFcvT9hvU/s72-c/tumblr_kpet2rm7tz1qzarwl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-1366770848503030976</id><published>2009-09-02T04:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:52:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somedays, Im a super bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7XaZOAe3I/AAAAAAAABg4/J-qVUpTcG8Q/s1600-h/tumblr_kordnz8r1c1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7XaZOAe3I/AAAAAAAABg4/J-qVUpTcG8Q/s400/tumblr_kordnz8r1c1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376971853573159794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realize now that it was never me you wanted, just a relationship, someone to be there, some security. And there I was. It seemed perfect to you. At times, it even seemed perfect to me. But after being lied to so many times I’ve gotten to the point where nothing matters anymore. So go ahead and say it’s easy to walk away, because I don’t believe it for a second. You will never find no one like me. Trust me, I’m not that easy to get over&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eletheowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading quotes online for the past few hours. And it made me realise so much. No kid. I puked today. It was because of Iman, she said something really disgusting, I ended up puking when I saw the thing. Well, don't expect me to mention it here because I never will. Its just waay too sick. I feel that Raya is heading towards us very fast now, and I haven't bought anything yet. Mom just had to change the theme. I chose greem, but she decided to change it to turquoise. Well, its not a bad colour after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You're damn dirty minded. Act your age, can?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-1366770848503030976?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/1366770848503030976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=1366770848503030976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1366770848503030976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1366770848503030976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-realize-now-that-it-was-never-me-you.html' title='Somedays, Im a super bitch'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7XaZOAe3I/AAAAAAAABg4/J-qVUpTcG8Q/s72-c/tumblr_kordnz8r1c1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-6139814043147665980</id><published>2009-09-01T03:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T04:06:26.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it really makes me wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7P3lKjiGI/AAAAAAAABgo/UYXIWldpcPg/s1600-h/DSC_1079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7HBxXmrFI/AAAAAAAABf4/JHrunqOo7zA/s400/DSC_11128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376953838373088338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7MyIh1FXI/AAAAAAAABgY/s49l5yr7Ftg/s1600-h/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7MyIh1FXI/AAAAAAAABgY/s49l5yr7Ftg/s400/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376960166781850994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7Kvr5OFBI/AAAAAAAABgQ/3beTo_ur-gQ/s1600-h/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7Kvr5OFBI/AAAAAAAABgQ/3beTo_ur-gQ/s400/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376957925712335890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7JUtoYFDI/AAAAAAAABgI/lKaPHXAy-VI/s1600-h/DSC_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7JUtoYFDI/AAAAAAAABgI/lKaPHXAy-VI/s400/DSC_1152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376956362810463282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7H3QupeSI/AAAAAAAABgA/IsPjfu1var8/s1600-h/DSC_1087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7H3QupeSI/AAAAAAAABgA/IsPjfu1var8/s400/DSC_1087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376954757324306722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-6139814043147665980?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/6139814043147665980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=6139814043147665980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6139814043147665980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6139814043147665980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you.html' title='And it really makes me wonder'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sp7P3lKjiGI/AAAAAAAABgo/UYXIWldpcPg/s72-c/DSC_1079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-3195046617920348628</id><published>2009-09-01T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:25:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the game better</title><content type='html'>Internet is starting bore me. Im pretty much bored with it. Okay, I just lied. It won't ever bore me. I just don't feel like communicating with any human beings. I need some time alone. Its already September. I can't believe it, few more days to Raya! I've been going out a lot lately. No, not with my friends. With my family. Broke my fast outside for 4 days in a row already. But, I sort of like it. I finally met Uncle Nuar after months not seeing him. His hair is getting curlier. But he is getting funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hm, first day of school was as usual. I was looking forward to it, but it turned out a total bummer. Although we did some artsy stuffs, while most of the teachers were absent. Nothing happened after that, wasn't in the mood for going to bazaar or anything. Everybody was rushing to get ready, and we got lost somewhere in Bukit Jelutong. Finally arrived and ate there with the rest. Uncle Nuar gave me a long hug. I was sitting in a corner playing with the iTouch. They wanted to go to Taipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed Uncle Nuar is his Porche. Daaamn, I want a porche. Camwhored with the little kids, and finally got home around 2 plus. Not sure. So hm, yeah. Im too lazy to change my clothes. I'll just sleep in it then. I'll upload the pictures later. As in after this blog post. Or maybe later. My internet is so damn slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-3195046617920348628?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/3195046617920348628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=3195046617920348628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3195046617920348628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3195046617920348628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/09/play-game-better.html' title='Play the game better'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-5251554093256944243</id><published>2009-08-29T05:00:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:53:50.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not worth it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpmbtQZ3QMI/AAAAAAAABeY/YenwqhyoiO4/s1600-h/tumblr_koegluTkkv1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpmbtQZ3QMI/AAAAAAAABeY/YenwqhyoiO4/s400/tumblr_koegluTkkv1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375498832043262146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UTD! GLORY GLORY MAN UTD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept over at Ayah's place yesterday night, so I guess that explains why I didn't go online. Didn't get to play Rockband cause Aneeq and Aqeem wanted to play Street Fighter. Hmmm. Affan flew off to Jakarta this evening, that's what he told me. But, I didn't bother to ask when he's coming back cause, well, you wouldn't want to know why. I broke my fast at my mom's spa with a whole lot of people. I got a very good shot in my camera. I think I want to start taking pictures of bubble's. Its really pretty, especially when it comes out as bokehs. Gonna post it up on flickr soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family was in jerseys watching the match between Manchester United and Arsenal. Well, the first half when Arshavin scored, I was scared cause I made a bet with my uncle's. RM 150 okay, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt;. When Rooney scored the penalty, I felt safe. And then, Diaby here went and scored in his own goal. Smart arse. So that explains why he's in arse-anal. Get it? No? Okay, nevermind. Anyways, thanks Diaby for scoring! Thank God the last goal wasn't in. If not, byebye kachings! Poor Wenger. Not. Twitter's fun, I think. Maybe cause I get to stalk Bieber there. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: I tweet a lot lately. Tweet tweet tweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-5251554093256944243?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/5251554093256944243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=5251554093256944243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5251554093256944243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5251554093256944243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_30.html' title='Not worth it'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpmbtQZ3QMI/AAAAAAAABeY/YenwqhyoiO4/s72-c/tumblr_koegluTkkv1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-2505534678131853507</id><published>2009-08-27T05:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:57:41.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You better watch me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpcAeRpqsyI/AAAAAAAABc4/wjfCreBsV5I/s1600-h/Nooka_Supreme_front.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpcAeRpqsyI/AAAAAAAABc4/wjfCreBsV5I/s400/Nooka_Supreme_front.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374765200424219426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpcABEqghOI/AAAAAAAABcw/w9uYiJ2TgWM/s1600-h/nooka_undrcrwn_front.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpcABEqghOI/AAAAAAAABcw/w9uYiJ2TgWM/s400/nooka_undrcrwn_front.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374764698721879266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spb-83TR9VI/AAAAAAAABcY/kaOJ5qaRInQ/s1600-h/nooka_zenh_stp_front.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spb-83TR9VI/AAAAAAAABcY/kaOJ5qaRInQ/s400/nooka_zenh_stp_front.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374763526903690578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spb-p-w-GfI/AAAAAAAABcQ/N7i8pKeZnHo/s1600-h/nooka_zenh_hs_front.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spb-p-w-GfI/AAAAAAAABcQ/N7i8pKeZnHo/s400/nooka_zenh_hs_front.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374763202489752050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penn Badgely has one of these nooka's. Why don't they have nice designs like this here? I want to design watches. I love watches. Especially white ones. It stands out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-2505534678131853507?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/2505534678131853507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=2505534678131853507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2505534678131853507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2505534678131853507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='You better watch me out'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpcAeRpqsyI/AAAAAAAABc4/wjfCreBsV5I/s72-c/Nooka_Supreme_front.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-3357149593745579566</id><published>2009-08-27T03:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:26:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lime green with pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spbz1f5o8ZI/AAAAAAAABb4/4IkETYDKBb8/s1600-h/3671843214_f2aaef548e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spbz1f5o8ZI/AAAAAAAABb4/4IkETYDKBb8/s400/3671843214_f2aaef548e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374751305735139730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ten reasons why I'm a weirdo, by Thinesh :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wanna bite Justin Bieber up cause his HAIR is nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You actually go to a Ramadhan bazaar and NOT buy a thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You spend practically the whole holiday making-over your room. You sleep in it but you sacrifice sleep for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You like guys with watches and braces (Thinesh) HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know this is a bit off the term 'weird' but you're actually so lame and you can't watch 18+ movies cause they wouldn't sell me the tickets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You sang 'Lucky' ALONE, in front of a crowd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You study sejarah. Seriously. (not really)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You rap and lay down COOL rhymes (unlike thinesh) Yes ME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You DON'T sleep in class or skip class. You've never skipped a class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're totally LAME, you laugh at my own jokes and you think you're the coolest kid everr, when in fact, you're NOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-3357149593745579566?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/3357149593745579566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=3357149593745579566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3357149593745579566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3357149593745579566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/ten-reasons-why-im-weirdo-by-thinesh.html' title='Lime green with pink'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spbz1f5o8ZI/AAAAAAAABb4/4IkETYDKBb8/s72-c/3671843214_f2aaef548e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-5799690871290669769</id><published>2009-08-26T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:22:01.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid muggle, juggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spbo0qXOaVI/AAAAAAAABbQ/8tw9j6IGG2g/s1600-h/DSC_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpbhFLbnpgI/AAAAAAAABZ4/4C2LONakZYk/s400/DSC_0721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374730684397495810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spbj8UtaZfI/AAAAAAAABag/EmtT9Bqhv-g/s1600-h/DSC_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spbj8UtaZfI/AAAAAAAABag/EmtT9Bqhv-g/s400/DSC_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374733830804104690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spbi9rHixXI/AAAAAAAABaQ/KZvRGuMMc3Y/s1600-h/DSC_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spbi9rHixXI/AAAAAAAABaQ/KZvRGuMMc3Y/s400/DSC_0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374732754487526770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpbiFU9uwxI/AAAAAAAABaA/FeIvwgUec7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpbiFU9uwxI/AAAAAAAABaA/FeIvwgUec7Y/s400/DSC_0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374731786468115218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpbnLpwG1xI/AAAAAAAABbI/NPri9PmvmxU/s1600-h/DSC_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpbnLpwG1xI/AAAAAAAABbI/NPri9PmvmxU/s400/DSC_0858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374737392685471506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpbfyB4DySI/AAAAAAAABZw/tpwYwwEagbY/s1600-h/DSC_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpbfyB4DySI/AAAAAAAABZw/tpwYwwEagbY/s400/DSC_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374729255903283490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger's being a real big bitch. Egh. Stupid. I'll upload more. As soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-5799690871290669769?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/5799690871290669769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=5799690871290669769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5799690871290669769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5799690871290669769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloggers-being-bitch.html' title='Stupid muggle, juggle'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Spbo0qXOaVI/AAAAAAAABbQ/8tw9j6IGG2g/s72-c/DSC_0882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-4799708229464228215</id><published>2009-08-26T02:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:30:04.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet tweet tweet, tweeter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't forget yesterday. Never will I forget. At first, it was really complicated 'cause the plans keep on changing over and over again. So finally around 2 in the morning, our plan was confirmed. Iman called me up in the morning, waking me up and reminding me about out plan. So did Inas. Iman called Sha, and had to cancel our plans for Sunway since we had a better idea thought. Sha was basically crying, and locking herself up in the room. We felt quite bad at first. But in the end, we know she'll love us for doing all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver picked me up after picking Inas and Iman. Headed to Arina's place and picked her up. I was so excited about going to Balloon Buzz at Taipan. So, we went to balloon buzz and chose some decorations. It costs more than 100 bucks. Damn. We didn't even buy anything much. We were so blank on what to serve the guests. So we bought pasta, and ordered pizza. Finally, reached home and started blowing up the balloons. Suddenly, Marina told us that Sha didn't want to go out. She won't even leave the room. So, it was a big problem. We almost panicked, but luckily Marina told Sha a very good excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her friend, and boyfriend were either fighting or making out downstairs, so she better not go down. Hahahah. So, we felt like robbers sneaking in and out from the back door and trying not to back a sound. Filled up the house with lots of balloons with the help of Ajm, Ariff, Nzf (not really, he was making a lot of noise) Affan, Nabil, Faisal, Imran and the others. So, Ariff came up with this idea which was he'll go up and surprise Sha with the card. I bet Sha's heart was beating really fast when she saw Ariff at her door. Aww, so sweet. Haha. So we forced Ariff to talk to her for a bit while all of us got ready with the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha came down a few minutes later. She was in total. utter. shock. She didn't expect that we would so such things. She thought we were so mean cause we bailed her on her birthday. You really think that we would do that Sha? Seriously? We love you to death. And that's why we threw a surprise party. She almost teared up. So everyone had fun, some of them were playing guitar hero. Did I tell you Imran is a Guitar Hero? He nailed it I tell you. On expert. Daamn, he's really good. Nabil's a camwhore, lately. And same goes to Azree. Affan was, uh, way beyond annoying? Seriously. I was so damn bloody annoyed with him. Sorry I ignored you okay? Alyssa was not herself on that day. No idea why :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Im glad Sha had fun. Im sure I enjoyed myself there too. Thank you Aunty for the kachings. Thank you Marina for helping us out. Thank you friends, for coming. Read Inas' blog as she elaborates more. Im too lazy for all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-4799708229464228215?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/4799708229464228215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=4799708229464228215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4799708229464228215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4799708229464228215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/tweet-tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet tweet tweet, tweeter.'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-5302213596896428759</id><published>2009-08-25T07:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:55:41.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue blood</title><content type='html'>Not only my bestfriend's birthday is today, its also my favourite bunny, Fifi Lapin's birthday! Happy Birthday Fifi Lapin. Can't wait to see what you'll be wearing for your party tonight. And oh, Rupert Grin's birthday was yesterday. Happy Twenty-First Birthday! My mom and dad gave me the green light to go out today. Yay! Im so happy. I'll be going out with the bestfriends. Its been ages since we met, so I guess, this is it. Not sure about breaking fast there yet. Probably just walking back and forth. I mean its Sun-lame-way, nothing thrilling. I really really want to watch UP 3D. I hope we can watch it tomorrow cause all of my family members watched it without me. This is why I love them so so much. Sarcasm is a way to go, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kana, what happened to Liverpool? Thought they were so pro? Aston Villa won 3-1. In your face Liverpool fans. Im happy that the fact that, they actually lost! I still can't fast. I don't like it, but it doesn't make a difference anyway. I still don't eat anything in front of anyone. Drink is an exception though. I love party shops, with the balloons, decorations and banners. Don't party shops excites you? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-5302213596896428759?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/5302213596896428759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=5302213596896428759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5302213596896428759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5302213596896428759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-blood.html' title='Blue blood'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-8400086051035792416</id><published>2009-08-25T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:46:33.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peachy, radical, shiznit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpLDGYwBssI/AAAAAAAABZg/SPnl3ofluK4/s1600-h/DSC_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpLDGYwBssI/AAAAAAAABZg/SPnl3ofluK4/s400/DSC_0602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373571819896943298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know where to start. These two years, have been a blast. I know, if I didn't meet you last year, my life would be such a bore. Without you, there's no fun, there's no one to be honest about everything,  no one to fool around with, no one to call up and say what's up even after seeing each other in school, no one to scare, no one to hang out with, no one to play dress up with, no one to call up at 3am, no one to crap around, no one to listen to my unnecessary problems, no one to make up the lame jokes, no one to get all hyped up, no one to talk about boyfriends, exes, crushes, no one to call up and ask how much is this and that,  no one to annoy me,  no one to laugh at my lame jokes, no one to go gaga over lady gaga,  no one who'd be there for me, other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha, I know I've only known you for approximately 1 year and 7 months, but we click in so well. That, I couldn't agree more.  I know you get annoyed with me at times, Im very sorry. Thank you for being there when I am in need of a friend, thank you for helping me when I feel stupid and in need of ideas, thank you for coping with me. I love you, Nur Arisha Abdullah. I don't care whatever happens, you'll still be my bestfriend. Last thing, you've been the most great, tight, nice, wicked, sexy, hip, super, fantastic, radical, excellent, fresh, fly, popular, outstanding bestfriend anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fourteenth Birthday! Its your day, hope you have blast and hope it'll be your most memorable birthday. Ai lev yu blur friend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-8400086051035792416?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/8400086051035792416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=8400086051035792416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/8400086051035792416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/8400086051035792416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-where-to-start.html' title='peachy, radical, shiznit'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SpLDGYwBssI/AAAAAAAABZg/SPnl3ofluK4/s72-c/DSC_0602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-550734810392594198</id><published>2009-08-22T15:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:56:39.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So-v4xCj1gI/AAAAAAAABXg/i3MGXnFPh-M/s1600-h/saturday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So-v4xCj1gI/AAAAAAAABXg/i3MGXnFPh-M/s400/saturday.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372706270247900674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its Saturday, so it marks the first day of Ramadhan. Im thrilled to celebrate it. If I can, I would fast the whole month without even leaving one day. Unfortunately, I can't. Blame the bloody period. Eh, that's right. Bloody period. Bahaha. I was up until sahur yesterday, and went back to sleep 7 in the morning. Yes, 7. And guess what time I woke up? I was awake at 3. I know its late, but I didn't realise what time it was until it was 3 in the afternoon/evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of puasa, is always the best day. My whole family will be coming to my house, and we'll be breaking our fast together with loads and loads of food. No kid. I love home cook. Especially my grandmother's. Its almost 5, and I can't wait. I want to go the bazaar. But I don't think I'll be buying anything due to the h1n1 virus crap. I miss my Sharzzy. I haven't seen him for 2 weeks already. Cousin, you are coming later right? Please come! I smell food, I smell food. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So-vRvZypUI/AAAAAAAABXQ/C1puoeZV7z0/s1600-h/londonsml2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So-vRvZypUI/AAAAAAAABXQ/C1puoeZV7z0/s400/londonsml2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372705599793571138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fifi Lapin in London&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So-vjPhAecI/AAAAAAAABXY/Cd-JfP5_J6s/s1600-h/new+yorksml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So-vjPhAecI/AAAAAAAABXY/Cd-JfP5_J6s/s400/new+yorksml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372705900471548354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fifi Lapin in NewYork&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/2073124880532429279-550734810392594198?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/550734810392594198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=550734810392594198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/550734810392594198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>coast, its time for a post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;:    I lost my mug, I need a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;:  Spontaneous and coolness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;:    Hey miss, you owe me a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;:  i can cope, that makes me dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;:    Polaroid got me paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: rick doesn't have a dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: that anyone would actually lick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: due to the fact it's sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: if you don't like my art,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;:you won't like my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: tisya's so funny, she'll end up owing me money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: i like addition and subtraction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: but i hate expedition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: you've influenced me so bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: i think i'm going mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: the aliens in the attic are so romantic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: i'm becoming a fanatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: you're romantic, and im in the attic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: john mayer's a player with half a ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: Thinesh has a rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: at laying rhymes, i do crimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: when we kiss, its a bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: i hate late fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: dont be late on your date cause i hate, and its fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: shisha tisya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: fuck, you're a duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: damn, you look like pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: dude, you're rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: no i'm not, i'm so hot, i sleep in a cot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: you're smarter and better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: go sleep, don't weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: shut up fool, think you're so cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: shut up la idiot, beside me, you're just a midget (HAHAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: stop the rhyme, its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinesh&lt;/span&gt;: hear that bell, that's me taking you to hell, as well, need some gel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TISYAA&lt;/span&gt;: why don't you wanna loose? damn, you're a goose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. Slut up. Thinesh is way better than me. Happy Thinesh?  Damn, he stole my rhyming talent. I need ideas, with surprises in it. Fresh new ideas. Better start reading a whole shit of books. I hate you, Thinesh :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-6924097166301522941?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/6924097166301522941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=6924097166301522941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6924097166301522941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6924097166301522941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/tisyaa-i-lost-my-mug-i-need-hug-thinesh.html' title='coast, its time for a post'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-958003668295955709</id><published>2009-08-21T16:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:38:18.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn, clover's a book lover</title><content type='html'>Affan likes hanging up on me. Its soo damn bloody annoying. I really don't feel like updating my blog lately. Im skipping school the whole week, except for Monday, cause I went to school already. Oh yeah, did I tell you that Aunty Hana, or maybe, Bonda is fucking pregnant? I don't know whether its a good news or a bad news for me. Maybe a little bit of both. Bad news, Ayah won't love me and he won't be close to be as he was back then. Good news, I'll have a new cousin? I really hope its a boy. Too many girls. Girly. Haha. I went to Pizza Uno, and broke my fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im eating Mars right now, and the Mars just said "Hi Inas" Anyways, more birthday shout outs! There are just so many August babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 20th, so it was not other that, Alif Ainudin's birthday. The most loudest classmate in history. Plus, he's such an annoying spammer! Happy fourteenth birthday buddy! Have a blast, and quit spamming. X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Julia's birthday yesterday. Happy birthday Julia. 4 more years 'till legal. Damn you. You're so lucky with all the surprises you got. I guess I won't have to give you anything since you got everything you wanted. Haha. Happy fourteenth birthday! X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, its Haieqal Raiza's birthday. Guess what? You've only got 2 more years till you're out of school dude. Haha. Have a blast on your day dude. Happy sixteenth birthday! Stop being so damn vain okay? X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-958003668295955709?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/958003668295955709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=958003668295955709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/958003668295955709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/958003668295955709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-clovers-book-lover.html' title='damn, clover&apos;s a book lover'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-502230673963274109</id><published>2009-08-19T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:44:10.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i talk about your brother everynight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So5VGOVvB8I/AAAAAAAABVo/Pi5SbpoIbCQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kok1goymSK1qzsb5eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So5VGOVvB8I/AAAAAAAABVo/Pi5SbpoIbCQ/s400/tumblr_kok1goymSK1qzsb5eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372324970916415426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school today, and I skipped yesterday too. School's such a bore lately. I don't feel like going, plus the H1N1 thingy is spreading fast. Very fast. So yeah, that explains. I've been replacing my fast, and there's 2 more days to go. I love fasting so much, and I hate it when my period comes. Total bummer. I can't fast the whole month. That is just sad. I really can't wait for Raya, I need to collect a whole lot of kachings. Can't wait. Can't wait. Can't wait. And as usual, my dad won't give me money, he'll usually give me presents. So, I already chose what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is the 19th, and I think someone's birthday is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So5UTelt1II/AAAAAAAABVg/wr3XQCOALNw/s1600-h/DSC_0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So5UTelt1II/AAAAAAAABVg/wr3XQCOALNw/s400/DSC_0445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372324099105084546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday Nylo! Woves you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-502230673963274109?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/502230673963274109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=502230673963274109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/502230673963274109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/502230673963274109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-talk-about-your-brother-everynight.html' title='i talk about your brother everynight'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So5VGOVvB8I/AAAAAAAABVo/Pi5SbpoIbCQ/s72-c/tumblr_kok1goymSK1qzsb5eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-281141001562180204</id><published>2009-08-17T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:33:09.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sparkling and dazzling</title><content type='html'>My day started off with Iman calling me at 10 in the morning, asking me to wake up. And exchanged our morning gossips as usual. After hanging up, I accidentally went to sleep back, and found myself awake at 1130. I almost fell off the bed. Had my shower, and my quick lunch. Daddy forced me to stay at home, but I skipped school for 3 days, and Im already missing my friends, and classmates very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was school. I haven't laugh real hard for quite some time. Iman's lame jokes, never fails to make me laugh. Especially today, when she talks about... Nevermind, don't bother asking. It's just plain disgusting. It was raining heavily in school, I should have skipped. The perfect time to lay down on my bed, and zZzZ. I don't know why Radzi didn't talk to me in school. Its weird. I miss Sha's place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-281141001562180204?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/281141001562180204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=281141001562180204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/281141001562180204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/281141001562180204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/sparkling-and-dazzling.html' title='sparkling and dazzling'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-1498615633346391354</id><published>2009-08-17T09:33:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:15:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>set me free on my knee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So5Xf1kmctI/AAAAAAAABVw/IVodJ7QRZMU/s1600-h/1501076067_3dcf3731c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So5Xf1kmctI/AAAAAAAABVw/IVodJ7QRZMU/s400/1501076067_3dcf3731c2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372327609967735506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday Muhammad Radzi! You're 14, at last. You've been the weirdest friend ever, yet so damn fun to tease. Especially teasing you about your gap. Hahah. Yes, I did not forget the GAP tee you wanted. Well, its your day. Have a blast. Go out, have fun. Stop playing games. You know I love you, weird friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-1498615633346391354?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/1498615633346391354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=1498615633346391354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1498615633346391354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1498615633346391354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/set-me-free-on-my-knee.html' title='set me free on my knee'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/So5Xf1kmctI/AAAAAAAABVw/IVodJ7QRZMU/s72-c/1501076067_3dcf3731c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-9124124588916762639</id><published>2009-08-16T00:48:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:56:56.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost my mug, i need a hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SomZIab0BFI/AAAAAAAABUQ/p3Hf0kO3sFs/s1600-h/tumblr_koixtfadjE1qzwq04o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SomZIab0BFI/AAAAAAAABUQ/p3Hf0kO3sFs/s400/tumblr_koixtfadjE1qzwq04o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370992400430007378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sort of a movie marathon for me. I watched two movies in a row, and no, not at home. At the cinema. At first, we're only planning to watch Aliens in the Attic. They movie was great by the way. Tom's eyebrows is so cute, and snuggle lumps too. It was pretty much funny too. We had our long queue at Ikea, but a very quick lunch. Total bummer, we were late for the movie. And we had to walk all the way from Ikea, to Cineleisure and it was raining heavily. Got in for the movies right on time. Met up with Aunty Riny, Uncle Adam, and Nadine, decided to go to One Utama for another movie. Watched G.I Joe this time. The volume was too loud I tell you. Overall, the movie was very thrilling and packed with actions. I like their hi-tech gadgets, and Channing Tatum. Got home around 11 o'clock. I got some cheap magazines at Curve just now and a new ring from four skin. Dope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy 14th Birthday Ammar Ariff! 4 more years 'till legal. Hope you had a blast. Stop being so perverted will you? Haha. Happy birthday again! Loves, xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-9124124588916762639?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/9124124588916762639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=9124124588916762639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/9124124588916762639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/9124124588916762639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lost-my-mug-i-need-hug.html' title='i lost my mug, i need a hug'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SomZIab0BFI/AAAAAAAABUQ/p3Hf0kO3sFs/s72-c/tumblr_koixtfadjE1qzwq04o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-1648642619238985757</id><published>2009-08-15T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:55:22.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>play the lead, shove the heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SohPP-lYgLI/AAAAAAAABUI/_upUfOw0OGQ/s1600-h/2w9XXXqFFqern5orQwUC1RcJo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SohPP-lYgLI/AAAAAAAABUI/_upUfOw0OGQ/s400/2w9XXXqFFqern5orQwUC1RcJo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370629691555741874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Tyson Ritter, Nick Wheeler, Mike Kennerty, Chris Gaylor, Martin Johnson, Paul DiGiovanni, Bryan Donahue, John Keefe and Pixie Lott. Thanks to Revolution's magazine editor, which is my uncle, for giving me tickets to the rehearsal. I wasn't that sure in the first place. And lucky me I changed my mind and I went. The first time my eyes met Tyson's eyes, my jaw dropped. I didn't knew his eyes were that blue, and he was so God damn bloody hot. He was there, chilling on the sofa with Nick Wheeler. I didn't have the guts to go and say Hi and first. I kept on staring, and staring, and yeah, staring. So he noticed that I was staring, he came up to me, and approached me first. I was so happy. He came up, and said "Hey young lady, why don't you come and join me over there?" I was in total utter shock. I followed him, and sat beside him. He asked me a few questions, after a while I was used to it. So, I got all of them laughing at my joke. Tyson's really nice, so I asked him to sing me a song. Live performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Nick Wheeler asked, "Which song do you know?" I said, "I know all of 'em." Tyson said, "I guess you're a crazy fan of us too? (laughs)" I laughed and nodded. So they sang, I wanna, and it was awesome. No kid. Tyson was looking at me when he sang. I was slipping down from my seat. They asked me to sing-along. I did, but well, I was quite shy. His voice was so hot, and sexy. I want to kidnap all of 'em home. Hehe. After the song, we chit-chatted for a while, and I wanted to meet the rest of the people there. Tyson asked, "don't want to give me a hug?" I quickly said, "I would love too Tyson" (grins) He bend down, and gave me a tight hug, and I got to kiss him on the neck. And I was way beyond happy? I said I'll come back after this to them. They all smiled, and Tyson winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Moving on, I saw Martin from Boys like girls, they looked bored, so I came up to them and said, "Hello there, Im a big fan" (well not really, im not. not at all) Martin gave me a wide smile, and asked me a few questions like, how old I was and all. I answered it all. They made this really lame joke, that got me laughing real hard. They're funny. Got them to sign a few stuffs, and took pictures with them. So basically, the photog followed me everywhere. I went back to Tyson cause I left my phone with him. And he signed my bag. Im framing it up. Haha. Got a few autographs, and loads of picture of him. He's a camwhore too, I suppose? Nick Wheeler gave me a hug before I went home, and so did Tyson. I said, "Bye Tyson, I hope to see you soon" He replied, "Bye tisya. We could hang out sometimes" (winks)   He even said my hair was nice. Sorry for bragging, its just that, I don't know. Im still in shock. By the way, revo's photog, can I have the pictures soon? Cause I know you'll give me, like what? Next month? -.-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-1648642619238985757?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/1648642619238985757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=1648642619238985757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1648642619238985757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/1648642619238985757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/play-lead-shove-heat.html' title='play the lead, shove the heat'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SohPP-lYgLI/AAAAAAAABUI/_upUfOw0OGQ/s72-c/2w9XXXqFFqern5orQwUC1RcJo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-2228336263835535863</id><published>2009-08-14T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:40:39.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no cars, no go</title><content type='html'>My trip to Perak was the bomb. I'll write it down in points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I woke up very early since I was very excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All 12 of us went, in different cars. I followed Mama, Adia and Aysara. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read up LA Candy on the way there, and the story line was dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It only took 2 hours to get there cause all of 'em were driving fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The villa is so fucking nice. I want to live there. It costs a bomb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a jacuzzi in the villa. Plus, there's plasma tv in it. Cool ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The food was awesome, there's wifi there. Thank god for Blackberry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went up on a scary looking octopus slide. It looks like it going to eat me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now I know mountain waters are super cold. It soo fucking cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandfather finally got in to the pool. Which was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adia and Aysara fought a lot with me. Little kids, Troy Bolton is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played pictionary, and I was good. No, I am good. I can draw really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papa guessed some really hard words, like, bumper to bumper, etc etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was sadwhen I left the villa, it was so cosy, how I wish it was my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept all the way from Perak until the rest area. Had a quick lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah, that's basically it. I had so much fun there. I shall go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love family bonding. I love all of my family members. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-2228336263835535863?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/2228336263835535863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=2228336263835535863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2228336263835535863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/2228336263835535863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-trip-to-perak-was-bomb.html' title='no cars, no go'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-5954497806547627942</id><published>2009-08-12T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:16:08.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red sequins with disco balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SoIlbNziw8I/AAAAAAAABT4/FxsqZ80lL8A/s1600-h/dqg93s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SoIlbNziw8I/AAAAAAAABT4/FxsqZ80lL8A/s400/dqg93s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368894855271596994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im going to Perak in a bit. Take care. Don't miss me too much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-5954497806547627942?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/5954497806547627942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=5954497806547627942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5954497806547627942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/5954497806547627942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-sequinss-with-disco-balls.html' title='red sequins with disco balls'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SoIlbNziw8I/AAAAAAAABT4/FxsqZ80lL8A/s72-c/dqg93s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-8050399846934350997</id><published>2009-08-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T04:32:07.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the sprinkles on my doughnut</title><content type='html'>I am sick. Im starting to cough. My throat feels very itchy. Must be the sore throat coming I assume. Its been quite a while since I started my post with a hey/hi/hello! And so, Im going to do it in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello bloggers! How are you guys? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, after a while. I've been fasting for the past 2 days and no, I didn't cheat. I feel so good. 6 more days to go. My school's been infected with the H1N1 disease. If Im not mistaken, 4 of 'em are H1N1 positives. The problem is, its test day today, and half of the school were absent. Mostly form 2's though. I was forced to go, although I begged so hard. It didn't work. Firstly, Im scared that if I might get infected or something. Secondly, I didn't study a thing for the exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that explains why I wanted to skip. But, the test was pretty much a piece of cake. History was too. I felt like such a loner today. I know I've been a loner for several times, but today, it felt different. As if, I never even had friends before. On the bright side, I have Affan and Alif to entertain me. Especially Alif with his lame jokes. Ikmal and Ammar was so kind today that they accompanied me home. Yes, all the way home. The conclusion is, school today was boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im skipping school tomorrow, and Thursday. Im going to Perak for 2 days. Im not sure whats the occasion, but hey, we're going to stay at a villa! And its quite pricey. I must go. The whole family is going, I wouldn't want to stay at home all alone by myself would I? I don't think so. I googled up the villa and its look nice. I can't wait. I haven't been going on a holiday for so long. I guess this the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I hate it when you have to feel the guilt. I hate feeling guilty. I hate guiltiness. I hate people blaming everything on me. I hate being the only one who has to say sorry. I hate myself for arguing with everyone. I hate everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-8050399846934350997?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/8050399846934350997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=8050399846934350997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/8050399846934350997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/8050399846934350997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-sprinkles-on-my-doughnut.html' title='you are the sprinkles on my doughnut'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-3659862280029759069</id><published>2009-08-11T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T04:32:35.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big trouble is here to trouble you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SoHURVKF1iI/AAAAAAAABTw/I0RqWxZiPJ8/s1600-h/14dgh14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SoHURVKF1iI/AAAAAAAABTw/I0RqWxZiPJ8/s400/14dgh14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368805625004676642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bloody stupid piggy flu. Go away, don't come another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-3659862280029759069?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/3659862280029759069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=3659862280029759069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3659862280029759069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/3659862280029759069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/trouble-in-world-run-away.html' title='big trouble is here to trouble you'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SoHURVKF1iI/AAAAAAAABTw/I0RqWxZiPJ8/s72-c/14dgh14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-7139604849444782648</id><published>2009-08-09T04:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T04:16:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I don't care if he's overrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn8txasmoJI/AAAAAAAABTg/UYMaXcjS00s/s1600-h/rurwoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn8txasmoJI/AAAAAAAABTg/UYMaXcjS00s/s400/rurwoj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368059607852163218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn8tqBJENQI/AAAAAAAABTY/KqTqW7YOIdg/s1600-h/25gvytf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn8tqBJENQI/AAAAAAAABTY/KqTqW7YOIdg/s400/25gvytf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368059480733136130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother turned 65 today. So, Happy Birthday Grandmother! I hope you had a blast. And lastly, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my grandmother's birthday at Royale Bintang with the family members. Mom and Dad couldn't make it. So I was parent-less for a while. The food there wasn't as nice as I expected it to be. Not much choices of food. Everyone was frustrated. MPH'S having their last sale today, my aunty wanted to buy some books for them cousins. Headed to Parade, and I got myself a Lauren Conrad book. The cover's really nice. As for dinner, we went to Sheraton. The food there was so much better that Royale Bintang's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been having trouble with sleeping. I guess sleeping is not my thing. I can't get enough sleep. Yesterday, I slept at 7.30 in the morning. I need to go for check-ups, pronto. I hate it when it comes back. Lucky me, I have someone to accompany me throughout the day. Im fasting tomorrow, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-7139604849444782648?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/7139604849444782648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=7139604849444782648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/7139604849444782648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/7139604849444782648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-i-dont-care-if-hes-overrated.html' title='And I don&apos;t care if he&apos;s overrated'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn8txasmoJI/AAAAAAAABTg/UYMaXcjS00s/s72-c/rurwoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-6068274020612641912</id><published>2009-08-08T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:49:02.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Style over fashion, cigarettes over food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn3xxGwg_JI/AAAAAAAABR4/zDH8AsIpEK0/s1600-h/25fhmwp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn3xxGwg_JI/AAAAAAAABR4/zDH8AsIpEK0/s400/25fhmwp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367712156825484434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn3xooeGpKI/AAAAAAAABRw/eM5DFRx8AkA/s1600-h/20g16hf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn3xooeGpKI/AAAAAAAABRw/eM5DFRx8AkA/s400/20g16hf.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367712011256243362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the hairdo + jacket + belt. Its different from others, what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-6068274020612641912?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/6068274020612641912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=6068274020612641912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6068274020612641912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6068274020612641912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/style-over-fashion-cigarettes-over-food.html' title='Style over fashion, cigarettes over food.'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn3xxGwg_JI/AAAAAAAABR4/zDH8AsIpEK0/s72-c/25fhmwp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-9159627430307406209</id><published>2009-08-07T05:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:03:25.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That basstard is all mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ Guys are like roses, watch out for the pricks  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-M.I.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its fry day. Finally got my geography folio done. For the first time in history, I passed it up on time. Woohoo. History! I had my dinner with the awesome cousins at Curve just now. I wasn't even ready to go out. Last minute plan. I hate last minute plans. School today was fun. That was a lie. Had the fire exercise thingy, wasted like half an hour for the stupid thing. It was very hot, and I was sweating. But on the bright side, we skipped Maths period. Everyone was glad. No Maths for the day! I keep on forgetting that my test is next week. I need to keep it in mind. Anyways, Gossip Girl season 3 is coming out on the 14 of September. Which is approximately in 38 more days. I can't wait to see more Chuck and Blair scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I did not sleep yesterday. Screw headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-9159627430307406209?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/9159627430307406209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=9159627430307406209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/9159627430307406209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/9159627430307406209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-basstard-is-all-mine.html' title='That basstard is all mine'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-4847607793354038738</id><published>2009-08-05T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:47:14.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont talk when your mouth is full of shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn4AU5a09OI/AAAAAAAABSI/8nQPfwOUrzo/s1600-h/57QK9SvrIohzaeb3ubvVq2fOo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn4AU5a09OI/AAAAAAAABSI/8nQPfwOUrzo/s400/57QK9SvrIohzaeb3ubvVq2fOo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367728164882937058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering. Who is this A.B.C guy that Alyssa likes? She wont tell me, neither will she tell Inas. But she's been texting this guy the whole day in school. Which was annoying cause she'll end up giggling all alone, and I'll just ignore. Can you imagine the whole day texting and giggling and bragging about how funny he is? I can't staand. I feel like strangling her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Im still clueless about what to do with my new room. Should I go all white or all black?Its hard to make desicions. Everything's so pretty. Test is in a few days, and guess what? History is on the first day. Can't the test get anymore better? Sigh. There's also form 1 chapters in our August test. Its silly dude. Its only August for crying out loud. Maths is okay, but Im not good at Geometrical Constructions. It confuses me. Okay, maths is confusing. But, whatever. I need to start studying. Like pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-4847607793354038738?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/4847607793354038738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=4847607793354038738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4847607793354038738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4847607793354038738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-talk-when-your-mouth-is-full-of.html' title='Dont talk when your mouth is full of shit'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sn4AU5a09OI/AAAAAAAABSI/8nQPfwOUrzo/s72-c/57QK9SvrIohzaeb3ubvVq2fOo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-4511693406000852258</id><published>2009-08-03T00:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:01:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of me you seek, yes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sncg4lArYDI/AAAAAAAABMY/2iw8fUhAjDA/s1600-h/3275431314_69c6ea1ec3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sncg4lArYDI/AAAAAAAABMY/2iw8fUhAjDA/s400/3275431314_69c6ea1ec3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365793637414953010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SncgxUrWYlI/AAAAAAAABMQ/vz7GBRgCXLg/s1600-h/2468552226_0e2637a0dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SncgxUrWYlI/AAAAAAAABMQ/vz7GBRgCXLg/s400/2468552226_0e2637a0dd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365793512771445330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practical teacher, made the whole class listen to a conversation between two girls. And obviously, its the teacher's voice and probably her friend. Come on, we know. One of 'em was Serena and the practical teacher was BLAIR. HAHAHAHA. Inas, Iman and I were laughing real hard. She kept on repeating the conversation over and over and over again. It cracked us up real hard. But english was fun :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it was normal. Iman designed a bunch of hilarious clothes -and got us laughing again. I was so thirsty in schoool, I don't know why. I even felt like drinking the pipe water. I couldn't stop drinking after recess. Anyways, Julia recently opened up her blogshop where she sells her pre-loved clothes online. Its new, so be patient as she updates her blog for more wonderful stuffs. Click &lt;a href="http://slacksandthecity.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 3rd of August, which means it Nabil's birthday. Happy 14th Birthday dudee! Your stupid jokes never fails to make everyone laugh. Stay cool. Hahaha. Happy Birthday Red Devil Fan! (6)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-4511693406000852258?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/4511693406000852258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=4511693406000852258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4511693406000852258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/4511693406000852258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/piece-of-me-you-seek-yes.html' title='A piece of me you seek, yes?'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/Sncg4lArYDI/AAAAAAAABMY/2iw8fUhAjDA/s72-c/3275431314_69c6ea1ec3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-6595227374203971978</id><published>2009-08-02T23:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:22:55.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black bandana, sweet lousiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnW8r8bp3UI/AAAAAAAABLg/Asi1tIHhxmE/s1600-h/09rRvcYCjqc0z8uzob8fOJ5wo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnW8r8bp3UI/AAAAAAAABLg/Asi1tIHhxmE/s400/09rRvcYCjqc0z8uzob8fOJ5wo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365401994224328002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap. Its the 2nd of August already? I guess time didn't listen to my advice. Haha. It never will. Playstation 3 accompanied me last night. Everyone was out, I was locked up in Aunty Hana's place. Not locked up, just they decided to leave me at home. I was singing and dancing 'cause there was a birthday party with a DJ near by the pool? How awesome is that. Wait till you guys come to my party. Haha. Months to go, but I already started planning. I guess Im just too exciteeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I played rockband on my playstation 3 and went swimming with my uncle. I keep on pressing backspace for no reason. Which is so annoying. I need to start reading back. My vocabulary is getting worse. Yes, I deleted my old chatbox/cbox. I wonder why these people are so lifeless? I mean its my blog, my say. True? If you don't like it, there's always the x button up there. You can just click it, and poof* you're gone. Easy enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote is soo true- You know although it’s just a crush or whatever, at least you have someone to look at and to think about. It’s way better than having none.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073124880532429279-6595227374203971978?l=hi-i-bite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/feeds/6595227374203971978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2073124880532429279&amp;postID=6595227374203971978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6595227374203971978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073124880532429279/posts/default/6595227374203971978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hi-i-bite.blogspot.com/2009/08/black-bandana-sweet-lousiana.html' title='Black bandana, sweet lousiana'/><author><name>Tisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01261161250179358515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SxbRyiFczcI/AAAAAAAABrk/0bFsBx9oKTY/S220/DSC_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnW8r8bp3UI/AAAAAAAABLg/Asi1tIHhxmE/s72-c/09rRvcYCjqc0z8uzob8fOJ5wo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073124880532429279.post-8052484245361665457</id><published>2009-08-01T04:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:40:21.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love me, tease me, leave me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNZ3xrNDsI/AAAAAAAABK4/KdUafts8F2o/s1600-h/DSC_0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNZ3xrNDsI/AAAAAAAABK4/KdUafts8F2o/s400/DSC_0529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364730395890618050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNZOnmR-aI/AAAAAAAABKw/RHxFtDLWALM/s1600-h/DSC_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNZOnmR-aI/AAAAAAAABKw/RHxFtDLWALM/s400/DSC_0583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364729688810977698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNYTOsYV3I/AAAAAAAABKo/d62UxRIWLN8/s1600-h/DSC_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNYTOsYV3I/AAAAAAAABKo/d62UxRIWLN8/s400/DSC_0658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364728668513392498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNahNDHftI/AAAAAAAABLA/FMgkf9t9gtA/s1600-h/DSC_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNahNDHftI/AAAAAAAABLA/FMgkf9t9gtA/s400/DSC_0744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364731107613310674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNVhJyeq9I/AAAAAAAABKg/GNSVDajEBlM/s1600-h/DSC_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRqhiJLzTYI/SnNVhJyeq9I/AAAAAAAABKg/GNSVDajEBlM/s400/DSC_0556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364725609180081106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Proud enough?" What's that suppose to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granduncle's birthday was super nice. I forgot how old he turned today. The decorations are arranged neatly and the place is so colourful. Sort of tropicaaal. Most of the guests were wearing flower-printed tops. Guys too. Its so cool. I performed a song. Played the keyboards while singing. Paklong gave me a rose while I was singing. Aw, he's so nice. It was boring halfway because we had to hear all those rich people shouting their lungs out. They can't even walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're old, face it. Haha. There was also games. I suck at it. My granduncle's good in shooting lizards using a rubber band. He can even aim the flying fly. He's real good. He had to shoot down the jelly beans on those bottle caps, and he managed to do so. All 15 of em. The cake was Durian flavoured. I mean like, what the crap? Durian? With chocolate? Sick. I want to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lamb was nice, and the chocolates were nice. Patchi will always be my favourite. My grandaunty never fails to get me a whole box of it. Uncle Hafiz can sing really well. And Aunty Sha can too. The whole's family talented. Hm. I need to re-edit most of the pictures in my canon. My grandaunty wants it. She paid me as well. Its four thirty in the morning, and I should be going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: MY DAD ORDERED ME A POLAROID ONLINE. 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