<?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-8746630130668903339</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:18:50.354+08:00</updated><category term='meme'/><title type='text'>Go on, read on</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-8775357513550530676</id><published>2010-09-26T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:29:23.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really starting to lose my patience</title><content type='html'>With myself especially. Today. I just get angry so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-8775357513550530676?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/8775357513550530676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-really-starting-to-lose-my-patience_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8775357513550530676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8775357513550530676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-really-starting-to-lose-my-patience_26.html' title='I&apos;m really starting to lose my patience'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7901904065239083002</id><published>2010-09-12T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:39:34.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bracing myself</title><content type='html'>Prelims is going to be a serious flop. I feel it, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, please be ready for a major meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;I'm, bracing myself for a horrid week. Then followed by another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I'm really starting to miss you... If it comes to 3 weeks, I don't know wtheck is gonna pull me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-7901904065239083002?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7901904065239083002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/09/bracing-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7901904065239083002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7901904065239083002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/09/bracing-myself.html' title='Bracing myself'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-8109561739603114625</id><published>2010-08-15T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T10:46:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lost" (Faith Hill) Kara DioGuardi, Mitch Allan David Hodges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After the Kara vs bikini girl on AI, I always thought "Oh, kara can sing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now. I have a new found respect for Kara Dioguardi, seriously. Listen to this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/gBKszP4ZGJw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBKszP4ZGJw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBKszP4ZGJw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. Pitch perfect and everything. I wish I could sing like that :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-8109561739603114625?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/8109561739603114625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-faith-hill-kara-dioguardi-mitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8109561739603114625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8109561739603114625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-faith-hill-kara-dioguardi-mitch.html' title='&quot;Lost&quot; (Faith Hill) Kara DioGuardi, Mitch Allan David Hodges'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-4971863810540432167</id><published>2010-07-29T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:39:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Cs for Prelims, please.&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirahim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-4971863810540432167?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/4971863810540432167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/07/countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4971863810540432167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4971863810540432167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/07/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-4823756278801230674</id><published>2010-07-25T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:38:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a leeetle bit more</title><content type='html'>Yayy (: I see you got the message ey, math?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for passing :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-4823756278801230674?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/4823756278801230674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-leeetle-bit-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4823756278801230674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4823756278801230674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-leeetle-bit-more.html' title='Just a leeetle bit more'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1429706857285683968</id><published>2010-06-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:24:02.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Math, why are you such a bitch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/TCnXowyr8zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/INy9BirVdlo/s1600/math.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/TCnXowyr8zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/INy9BirVdlo/s320/math.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Why? We're such frennemies and I can't stand that cause frennemies are for lame girls who really are bitchy but wanna pretend like they're nice. We could be friends, you know? Just work with me, man! Seriously, try it just once. I think you'll like it ('cause I'll treat you real nice, I promise!). But say you hate it for whatever reason, could you just stay good till &lt;b&gt;12 November 2010, 11.30 AM&lt;/b&gt;(in case my paper gets delayed)??? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-1429706857285683968?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1429706857285683968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-math-why-are-you-such-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1429706857285683968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1429706857285683968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-math-why-are-you-such-bitch.html' title='Dear Math, why are you such a bitch?'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/TCnXowyr8zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/INy9BirVdlo/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6174929984089326650</id><published>2010-06-24T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:10:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/TCL00qJBpwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IxdRdkBSYoc/s1600/Image0078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/TCL00qJBpwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IxdRdkBSYoc/s320/Image0078.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/TCL07b-kzlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1AYDelDehLM/s1600/Image0079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/TCL07b-kzlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1AYDelDehLM/s320/Image0079.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6174929984089326650?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6174929984089326650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/06/ego-meter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6174929984089326650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6174929984089326650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/06/ego-meter.html' title='Teehee'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/TCL00qJBpwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IxdRdkBSYoc/s72-c/Image0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-292637145173576657</id><published>2010-06-16T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:55:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long as you got me, you won't need nobody</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've been wanting to blog about a few things, but now that I'm here, I've lost the motivation to write in proper narrative prose, so I'll just cut to the chase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I miss Syafiq, Fads, Has, Fawaz and Zul a freakin' hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hehe did anyone notice the lyrics in TI's "Whatever You Like"- "Brains so good, could've sworn you went to college" HAHA it cracks me up x)&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh btw, the cover my Anya Marina is much cooler, go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't remember ever mugging this much. I kinda like it actually, mugging. Just not the fact that I have an exam to ace. Otherwise, studying's pretty fun, I'd say (:&lt;br /&gt;5. I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; have to bake soon. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Serious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;6. I wanna shop real bad too.&lt;br /&gt;7. I think I'm falling sick...&lt;br /&gt;8. I've been trying to save money.&lt;br /&gt;9. Things at home have been getting much better, Alhamdulillah (:&lt;br /&gt;10. The weather today is awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I'm done for now. Turra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-292637145173576657?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/292637145173576657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-long-as-you-got-me-you-dont-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/292637145173576657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/292637145173576657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-long-as-you-got-me-you-dont-need.html' title='Long as you got me, you won&apos;t need nobody'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-8248536171831086192</id><published>2010-05-26T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:26:06.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S_00voYCoGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/H8umZZm3bAo/s1600/looking+out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S_00voYCoGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/H8umZZm3bAo/s400/looking+out.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there (:&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq pointed out that I haven't blogged in forever, and well, yeah, I haven't. I actually much prefer putting happy things up here that I'll read maybe 10 years from now (considering Blogger still exists), reminiscing my silly "growing up" years and maybe laugh at myself and my equally silly friends (hi fads, hi has!). But I noticed the previous posts have been pretty sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad face is common these days. Maybe I try too hard to be too many things... Or kinds of persons, to please so many different people (myself included). That probably isn't the way to live, but as of now, there seems to be no other option. My circumstances are vastly different from others', and well, yea obviously I wished they weren't. Maybe I'm asking for too much, maybe I am unreasonable. But somehow, something inside me insists that I get it eventually. Be it a want or a need... Ah heck, its a want, I want it. I want to be a better daughter. I want to be a better Muslim. I want to be a better student. I want to be a better girl for you. I want to be a better friend. I refuse to give up any because each and every one of those relationships are so dear to me. Each has a treasured spot in my life and giving any of those up would just be devastating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I was doing Asar, I knocked my head against my wooden mirror and it hurt real bad. I started to tear cause it hurt, but slowly, the tears felt like they were pouring from a different source. I felt pain in me, like something I couldn't get out of me. Not even crying out loud eased it. At that moment a thousand different thoughts literally swarmed me. It was just overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need retail and baking therapy... That would make it all better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now, turrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-8248536171831086192?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/8248536171831086192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-syafiq-pointed-out-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8248536171831086192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8248536171831086192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-syafiq-pointed-out-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S_00voYCoGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/H8umZZm3bAo/s72-c/looking+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-2247202837030536078</id><published>2010-03-21T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:27:04.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta run, run, run!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mugging's a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It made me fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-2247202837030536078?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/2247202837030536078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/03/gotta-run-run-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2247202837030536078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2247202837030536078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/03/gotta-run-run-run.html' title='Gotta run, run, run!!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-3210101058397018069</id><published>2010-03-20T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:47:07.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So obnoxious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S6ReZDCqFEI/AAAAAAAAANk/-clqkxI1olk/s1600-h/clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S6ReZDCqFEI/AAAAAAAAANk/-clqkxI1olk/s400/clock.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of time. But I've reached that point in my mugging efforts where I just get sooo darn freaking boreddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna study after this, don't worry... I will conquer history. Gosh, you have no idea how bored I am. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S6RfzfQakVI/AAAAAAAAANs/MEjpR5eOAXo/s1600-h/face+shop+br801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S6RfzfQakVI/AAAAAAAAANs/MEjpR5eOAXo/s320/face+shop+br801.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's my new friend, heh. She's kinda smelly though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, my nails are gonna look like that soon (: and I realised that its brown-ish which is so... expected. Of me haha. Not that I looove brown, but the colour just naturally drew me to it. Ah well, happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You can do whatever you want with yourself, honestly. Whatever makes you happy"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;teehee, lovelove&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&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/8746630130668903339-3210101058397018069?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/3210101058397018069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-running-out-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3210101058397018069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3210101058397018069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-running-out-of-time.html' title='So obnoxious'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S6ReZDCqFEI/AAAAAAAAANk/-clqkxI1olk/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7044295960453178017</id><published>2010-03-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:41:46.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd make my perfect boyfriend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nah, I'm just your BFF, who'll know you better than any of your boyfriends will"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love you loads!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&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/8746630130668903339-7044295960453178017?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7044295960453178017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/03/youd-make-my-perfect-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7044295960453178017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7044295960453178017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/03/youd-make-my-perfect-boyfriend.html' title='You&apos;d make my perfect boyfriend...'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7122408899696514475</id><published>2010-02-25T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:01:00.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We gotta fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4umc87T5UMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4umc87T5UMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anything that's worth having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Is sure enough worth fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quitting's out of the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When it gets tough gotta fight some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If it's worth having, it's worth fighting for&amp;nbsp;♥&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/8746630130668903339-7122408899696514475?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7122408899696514475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-gotta-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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wonderland and I worry, because I wonder if it'll ever come back and stay for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm J2 for goodness sake, J-freaking-TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only February, I know, but I know myself more than anyone else and I know that I have to start now. So don't tell me to chill and take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to be an A-student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6705284089128463668?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6705284089128463668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-back-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6705284089128463668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6705284089128463668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-back-here.html' title='Get back here!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6340480501658859644</id><published>2010-02-01T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:08:34.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, gorgeous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S2W4RJ-kQ_I/AAAAAAAAANc/KIh_2mVKLDs/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S2W4RJ-kQ_I/AAAAAAAAANc/KIh_2mVKLDs/s640/IMG_0468.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6340480501658859644?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6340480501658859644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-gorgeous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6340480501658859644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6340480501658859644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-gorgeous.html' title='Hello, gorgeous!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S2W4RJ-kQ_I/AAAAAAAAANc/KIh_2mVKLDs/s72-c/IMG_0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1680902470606863327</id><published>2010-01-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:15:23.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That twitch, it twitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S2GT6LFyS9I/AAAAAAAAANE/bMBUAnuMorA/s1600-h/chill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S2GT6LFyS9I/AAAAAAAAANE/bMBUAnuMorA/s640/chill.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny. My feet have been twitching a lot recently. A lot. I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I was going to say...&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing familiar faces around school, bumping into people I know, people who make me smile just with their presence.&amp;nbsp;I miss bus rides home, I miss the 4th floor lockers, I miss solat room talks, I miss fads screaming her head off being scared, I miss family gatherings, I miss sitting around doing nothing, watching others mugg their brains dry, although all I did was distract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 2009. Already. And January isn't even over yet. (I miss the monkeys and pandas, damn it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird not being able to call or text bffs "hey, where are you?" and minutes later, they appear. After a year, you'd think I'd be more familiar with the school, but guess what? School is eerily unfamiliar to me. People are always my motivation for school. But now the best are all gone, far far away. Dispersed like...&amp;nbsp;dandelions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me 2009 back.&lt;br /&gt;Classmates are awesome, but nothing beats the best we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys :(&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/8746630130668903339-1680902470606863327?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1680902470606863327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-twitch-it-twitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1680902470606863327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1680902470606863327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-twitch-it-twitches.html' title='That twitch, it twitches!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S2GT6LFyS9I/AAAAAAAAANE/bMBUAnuMorA/s72-c/chill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-2572055169593682358</id><published>2010-01-17T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:28:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S1MsCS47wuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Pwqc58eqO0k/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S1MsCS47wuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Pwqc58eqO0k/s640/IMG_0352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm baking again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Makes me happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect chocolate cake, indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-2572055169593682358?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/2572055169593682358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/yumm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2572055169593682358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2572055169593682358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/yumm.html' title='Yumm!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S1MsCS47wuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Pwqc58eqO0k/s72-c/IMG_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-292207533789206494</id><published>2010-01-08T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:55:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S0aefDEHUuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uJOCpFzwMaQ/s1600-h/pave+shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S0aefDEHUuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uJOCpFzwMaQ/s640/pave+shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Screwed up big time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye awesome life.&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/8746630130668903339-292207533789206494?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/292207533789206494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/yikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/292207533789206494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/292207533789206494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/yikes.html' title='Yikes'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/S0aefDEHUuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uJOCpFzwMaQ/s72-c/pave+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-4600325622482858434</id><published>2010-01-02T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:24:45.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you even know?</title><content type='html'>I hope that it was just your poor grasp of the meaning of the word. &lt;br /&gt;Because otherwise, that really hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Like the many other times.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-4600325622482858434?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/4600325622482858434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-even-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4600325622482858434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4600325622482858434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-even-know.html' title='Do you even know?'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7049789016542502452</id><published>2010-01-01T19:45:00.050+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:45:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sz3ERCXUIbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RNCOCNaQjyc/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sz3ERCXUIbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RNCOCNaQjyc/s640/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here. Whether we like it or not, we've entered 2010 in every time zone around the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wished that somehow, I could stop time, turn it back or fast it forward, so that every mistake and every wrong I did could be corrected. But sadly, that's not the way the world is created. We've got to pick ourselves up and grow stronger with every mistake, to learn from it and make what's to come alot better than what has already happened. &lt;br /&gt;It's what I've been living with. But sometimes, just at those lowest points, you really wished you didn't&amp;nbsp;make that mistake, that your history was alot bringhter than it is. &lt;br /&gt;I guess Allah won't throw me something He thinks I can't handle. So I'll embrace this new year, with all its challenges thrown at me. I'll find the time, strength and faith to pull through and for all you know, I just might&amp;nbsp;be a better me. &lt;br /&gt;I also wished to play with time so that every wonderful moment would last for as long as I want it to. But I guess too much of a good thing isn't good for one. I say it time and again, 2009 has been THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;So if I had a choice, I'd want to stay in 2009 for as long as&amp;nbsp;I can. Everything that mattered most to me just fell right into place and suddenly, I feel whole. Like a part of me that's been missing for the past 16 years came to pay me a little visit. I just hope it doesn't go away anytime soon because I need that part of me, now that I know what I've been missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank &lt;strong&gt;YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know who you are... All 5 of you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to 2010! &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/8746630130668903339-7049789016542502452?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7049789016542502452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7049789016542502452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7049789016542502452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sz3ERCXUIbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RNCOCNaQjyc/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-8483802885644789063</id><published>2009-12-28T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:26:09.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made new friends today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Szh3gNxS9QI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GADAohs0lY8/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Szh3gNxS9QI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GADAohs0lY8/s640/IMG_0303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say hello to my new friend, Elle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's gonna be sticking aroung for a while cause I love her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes its just fate, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so anyway, while I was bonding with Elle, we made another friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Szh4HakqEBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3kddmeNSpI0/s1600-h/IMG_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Szh4HakqEBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3kddmeNSpI0/s400/IMG_0335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not a very smart one, though, this friend of ours. He was stuck in my room for nearly 2 hours, banging on every glass panel in my room. I tried talking to him, hoping to inspire him to get down and fly out. But nah, it was too much for him to handle. So&amp;nbsp;I decided to let him stay and just leave the lights on for in case he finds his way out. And he did, finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Szh4uxdnCfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ii3mTyvMD14/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Szh4uxdnCfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ii3mTyvMD14/s400/IMG_0343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Silly bird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-8483802885644789063?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/8483802885644789063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-my-new-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8483802885644789063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8483802885644789063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-my-new-friend.html' title='I made new friends today'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Szh3gNxS9QI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GADAohs0lY8/s72-c/IMG_0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-5491293455883749902</id><published>2009-12-21T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:27:47.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sy7dGhuh3mI/AAAAAAAAAME/5fmMLvX-ziQ/s1600-h/curtain.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sy7dGhuh3mI/AAAAAAAAAME/5fmMLvX-ziQ/s640/curtain.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stand myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really sorry, I really am...&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/8746630130668903339-5491293455883749902?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/5491293455883749902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5491293455883749902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5491293455883749902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sy7dGhuh3mI/AAAAAAAAAME/5fmMLvX-ziQ/s72-c/curtain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-4374085375746020879</id><published>2009-12-19T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:36:12.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy-Faced-Kid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErMWX--UJZ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErMWX--UJZ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sooo cute! x) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little 5 year old Jap boy who's only been playing a year. Awesome kid (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mraz says:“I am most impressed with the diminished chord this little genius plays at 1:07. Not many people care to hit this chord when covering the song. It is often overlooked. But nary is the case here… And if anyone knows the kid, give him a high five for me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would totally high-five the kid and give him a cuddly hugg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-4374085375746020879?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/4374085375746020879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/itchy-faced-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4374085375746020879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4374085375746020879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/itchy-faced-kid.html' title='Itchy-Faced-Kid!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7918648612962063707</id><published>2009-12-13T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:41:58.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SyPHL-OcG4I/AAAAAAAAALs/AVa5tVVc-fE/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SyPHL-OcG4I/AAAAAAAAALs/AVa5tVVc-fE/s640/IMG_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good to know&amp;nbsp;you liked it, and I hope it made you happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of making you mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want it to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you try?&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/8746630130668903339-7918648612962063707?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7918648612962063707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-pa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7918648612962063707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7918648612962063707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-pa.html' title='happy birthday, pa'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SyPHL-OcG4I/AAAAAAAAALs/AVa5tVVc-fE/s72-c/IMG_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-3914731045051263463</id><published>2009-12-06T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:08:01.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SxvPIzGfZFI/AAAAAAAAALk/kmAWQfePJtQ/s1600-h/weather.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SxvPIzGfZFI/AAAAAAAAALk/kmAWQfePJtQ/s640/weather.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't perfect, but your tears for me mean more to me than anything&amp;nbsp;in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you. &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/8746630130668903339-3914731045051263463?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/3914731045051263463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-wasnt-perfect-but-your-tears-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3914731045051263463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3914731045051263463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-wasnt-perfect-but-your-tears-for-me.html' title='I&apos;ll smile'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SxvPIzGfZFI/AAAAAAAAALk/kmAWQfePJtQ/s72-c/weather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-636313866958411111</id><published>2009-12-05T14:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:45:21.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>555. HENSHIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SxoAQPaASOI/AAAAAAAAALU/c40CrItTAhs/s1600-h/Photo0110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SxoAQPaASOI/AAAAAAAAALU/c40CrItTAhs/s400/Photo0110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling on the beach is so FUN OMG YOU SHOULD TRY IT! Although you kinda get a bad headache after that, who cares? Fun ttm! Video please, Zul? Thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(OH, HAHA, we discovered some physics behind it but heh go figure it out yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Fawaz finally got his birthday surprise that I totally bet he thought we didn't plan! He sang for a bicycle aunty (damn merdu ttm, btw), became king of the world for a day and got completely smashed with chocolate cake hehe xD But then rain happened and we got chased out so Syafiq couldn't throw me into the sea HAHA x) You'll always have other chances, boy. Don't worry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, you have no idea how STOOPID we look moving out stuff and tents. I looked like a complete idiot dragging the tent and Has... is damn strong! Hehe kudos girl, for carrying everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SxoAbu6fgKI/AAAAAAAAALc/E2VpusJh5vM/s1600-h/Photo0109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SxoAbu6fgKI/AAAAAAAAALc/E2VpusJh5vM/s400/Photo0109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here's the tragic tent that pains Syafiq's Odacian heart x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our first baking session together was awesome :D We're so totally awesome, heh (tak tahu malu). Our chocolate meringue cake went through so much, though, but it still survived and came out pretty well... Still gotta figure out the perfect baking time. Anyway, we were all happy so it was all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun at prom today, guys! I bet you'll all look &lt;b&gt;SMASHING &amp;amp; DASHING! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh and Fawaz for Mr Funny/Hilarious/Kelakar TTM!&lt;/b&gt; (whichever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turra, luvs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-636313866958411111?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/636313866958411111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/555-henshin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/636313866958411111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/636313866958411111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/555-henshin.html' title='555. HENSHIN!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SxoAQPaASOI/AAAAAAAAALU/c40CrItTAhs/s72-c/Photo0110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1248436110051062963</id><published>2009-12-02T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:24:17.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel this is all a retribution from God for not being a good enough Muslim. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a lousy person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Allah, just please make it all better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-1248436110051062963?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1248436110051062963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/dayum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1248436110051062963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1248436110051062963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/12/dayum.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-3456153666496928095</id><published>2009-11-29T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:21:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What  would my daddy say?</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA STORY OF MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81-eLoXKMaE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81-eLoXKMaE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so good, I'm super jealous. But anyways, isn't it so apt? Heh. Oh well, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-3456153666496928095?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/3456153666496928095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-would-my-daddy-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3456153666496928095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3456153666496928095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-would-my-daddy-say.html' title='What  would my daddy say?'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-589172930891217180</id><published>2009-11-13T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:32:41.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; your hands gonna gimme gimme that high five!</title><content type='html'>Haha I realised today that my blog isn't as low profile as I thought it was. Scary ah, you guys x) Well at least you're my 'family' so its not so scary. Not that I have anything to hide, but just, you know?? Nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this was&amp;nbsp; from Singfest 08 which I didn't go for (silly exams). Can i just make myself clear? JASON MRAZ IS GENIUS! Every time I watch him, I swoon. For real. No exceptions. Every. Single. Time. :D Makes me so happy ((: The ONE guy who makes me swoon like no other &lt;i&gt;(bella lunaaaa)&lt;/i&gt;. And just listen to this lyrical genius at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPYk8UC05d0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPYk8UC05d0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbODzOupy4I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbODzOupy4I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his awesomeness continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mc7XzL0hs0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mc7XzL0hs0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't at Singfest but soooo awesomeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSYMDc5Bx3g&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSYMDc5Bx3g&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW NOT TO SWOON, TELL ME!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm happy now. Goodnight! ((:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-589172930891217180?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/589172930891217180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-hands-gonna-gimme-gimme-that-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/589172930891217180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/589172930891217180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-hands-gonna-gimme-gimme-that-high.html' title='&amp; your hands gonna gimme gimme that high five!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1240869053096143164</id><published>2009-11-11T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:58:01.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seconds, hours, so many days</title><content type='html'>You know what you want but how long can you wait?&lt;br /&gt;Every moment lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;When you feel you've lost your way&lt;br /&gt;What if my chances were already gone?&lt;br /&gt;I started believing that I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me one good reason&lt;br /&gt;To fight and never walk away&lt;br /&gt;So here I am still holding on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-1240869053096143164?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1240869053096143164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/11/seconds-hours-so-many-days-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1240869053096143164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1240869053096143164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/11/seconds-hours-so-many-days-you-know.html' title='Seconds, hours, so many days'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-9057451084855891365</id><published>2009-11-11T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:00:24.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SvolICDmO4I/AAAAAAAAALM/4lvXDboSCF0/s1600-h/jen+body.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SvolICDmO4I/AAAAAAAAALM/4lvXDboSCF0/s400/jen+body.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO FKING BAD ITS UNBELIEVABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not even kidding. I don't understand why people even make movies like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Diablo Cody, seriously?!?!? From Juno to this?? Why oh whyy?&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/8746630130668903339-9057451084855891365?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/9057451084855891365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-fking-bad-its-unbelievable-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/9057451084855891365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/9057451084855891365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-fking-bad-its-unbelievable-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SvolICDmO4I/AAAAAAAAALM/4lvXDboSCF0/s72-c/jen+body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1473836196959583974</id><published>2009-10-17T07:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:34:36.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriouslyyy....</title><content type='html'>I cried enough to turn my eyes red this morning. Thanks alot. &lt;br /&gt;Its not gonna change anything. Am still who I am. I don't like that we're like this, but does it look like you're trying to fix it? So what's the point if I do but you don't? Nothing I do pleases you, so there's no point trying right? Its my life and I want to live it the way I do. Too bad if you don't like it. Its not your choice. Deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-1473836196959583974?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1473836196959583974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cried-enough-to-turn-my-eyes-red-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1473836196959583974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1473836196959583974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cried-enough-to-turn-my-eyes-red-this.html' title='Seriouslyyy....'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1524574557603275403</id><published>2009-10-13T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:18:34.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionistas know their limits</title><content type='html'>It sucks to get a taste of the best and a few months later it gets taken away. It's one thing when one person leaves, another when they ALL do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be dreading 2010 more. God save my soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-1524574557603275403?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1524574557603275403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/fashionistas-know-their-limits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1524574557603275403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1524574557603275403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/fashionistas-know-their-limits.html' title='Fashionistas know their limits'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-4718596447435072358</id><published>2009-10-10T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:47:02.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone with $10,000?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/StAe3hkNIQI/AAAAAAAAALE/MXQPg6eV6bY/s1600-h/julien+macdonald1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/StAe3hkNIQI/AAAAAAAAALE/MXQPg6eV6bY/s400/julien+macdonald1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-4718596447435072358?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/4718596447435072358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/anyone-with-10000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4718596447435072358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4718596447435072358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/anyone-with-10000.html' title='Anyone with $10,000?'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/StAe3hkNIQI/AAAAAAAAALE/MXQPg6eV6bY/s72-c/julien+macdonald1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-5800366647657842701</id><published>2009-10-07T21:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:09:13.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I. WANT. THIS. BAG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn it, why doesn't money fall from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SsygyXWXWLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YBjfaY0FLmk/s1600-h/fendi1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SsygyXWXWLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YBjfaY0FLmk/s400/fendi1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, I just want this bag to fall&amp;nbsp;into my arms. Its not from the latest&amp;nbsp;season so its not in stock&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;wtheck I WANT IT. It shall be my first bag. Somehow. I'll get it. &lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll get a Birkin. HAH. &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/8746630130668903339-5800366647657842701?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/5800366647657842701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5800366647657842701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5800366647657842701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/i.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SsygyXWXWLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YBjfaY0FLmk/s72-c/fendi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-3266514882700536449</id><published>2009-10-06T21:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:17:46.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DIE. OMG I DIE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS. IS. BANANAS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Omfg. Seriously. Best collection from Paris to date in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Geniuses you are, Tommaso Aquilano and Roberto Rimondi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absoloutely insanely beautiful I wanna roll in them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstQLBpjNaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cmk-wYxo2GI/s1600-h/aquilano.rimondi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489529430422946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstQLBpjNaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cmk-wYxo2GI/s400/aquilano.rimondi1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstQKvCeIUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WDIifSwci1U/s1600-h/aquilano.rimondi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489524434673986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstQKvCeIUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WDIifSwci1U/s400/aquilano.rimondi2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstQKQBtVwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bIK-lkNhmdI/s1600-h/aquilano.rimondi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489516109977346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstQKQBtVwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bIK-lkNhmdI/s400/aquilano.rimondi3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstPhC0dBNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cjobgB3OLCg/s1600-h/aquilano.rimondi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389488808190084306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstPhC0dBNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cjobgB3OLCg/s400/aquilano.rimondi4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstPgggB02I/AAAAAAAAAKM/03QtIYBPxhc/s1600-h/aquilano.rimondi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389488798977610594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstPgggB02I/AAAAAAAAAKM/03QtIYBPxhc/s400/aquilano.rimondi5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstPgWsDQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/81rALcRqilc/s1600-h/aquilano.rimondi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389488796343682018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstPgWsDQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/81rALcRqilc/s400/aquilano.rimondi6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstPf8icBQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PLuAcymt36A/s1600-h/aquilano.rimondi7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389488789324039426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstPf8icBQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PLuAcymt36A/s400/aquilano.rimondi7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bliss (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-3266514882700536449?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/3266514882700536449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-die-omg-i-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3266514882700536449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3266514882700536449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-die-omg-i-die.html' title='I DIE. OMG I DIE.'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SstQLBpjNaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cmk-wYxo2GI/s72-c/aquilano.rimondi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-3711061803300910277</id><published>2009-09-20T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:49:08.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, friend (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SrZOcMudEiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SND94P7nmqs/s1600-h/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383576650927378978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SrZOcMudEiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SND94P7nmqs/s400/starbucks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED STARBUCKS THERAPY ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-3711061803300910277?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/3711061803300910277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3711061803300910277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3711061803300910277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-friend.html' title='happy birthday, friend (:'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SrZOcMudEiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SND94P7nmqs/s72-c/starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-867448616492833285</id><published>2009-09-02T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:04:50.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry, Hungry, Shoot!</title><content type='html'>Same window, same trees, same sky, same sun. Different day.... Love it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp54rMUe_5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/9F-izUC8GEQ/s1600-h/IMG_2778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376867688563802002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp54rMUe_5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/9F-izUC8GEQ/s400/IMG_2778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376867679467799058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp54qqb1AhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TUoNCSEPtls/s400/IMG_2776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376866623502570994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp53tMqGVfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QUhaXBFPCzU/s400/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376866614982120642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp53ss6qlMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RcMKQ0hxBKM/s400/IMG_2792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp53tlvc-EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1M54w37RYFc/s1600-h/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376866581352304962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp53qvosUUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Pzq_xD3glos/s400/IMG_2794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376866596898863250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp53rpjR-JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/okHX3Mzdbrg/s400/IMG_2793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who knew hideous free notebook + newsweek = ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376867707124883202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp54sRdynwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/w1S8TwSA5pg/s400/IMG_2803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376867698644855122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp54rx3_qVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VfQIUrx39aw/s400/IMG_2807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha ok you can ask me why love is victory another time x) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodbyee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-867448616492833285?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/867448616492833285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/09/angry-hungry-shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/867448616492833285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/867448616492833285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/09/angry-hungry-shoot.html' title='Angry, Hungry, Shoot!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp54rMUe_5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/9F-izUC8GEQ/s72-c/IMG_2778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-8054079443312464125</id><published>2009-09-01T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:27:36.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; I, we're jumping happily in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp0u7-klKOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4C_XT1qHTJ4/s1600-h/up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376505138093828322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp0u7-klKOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4C_XT1qHTJ4/s400/up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr M has a problem with fb album titles like that haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss Rg. For its people. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ya I know your mata terbeliak for a while, heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The teachers, the girls... It has such a different, more welcoming environment compared to Rj. Like syah said, Rj is just a &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;. Rg is something more. BUT I'm not saying its better. It might not be. I remember suffering a HELL lot in Rg, especially in sec 3 &amp;amp; 4. Wanted to DIE, I swear. The system seriously needs to improve before Rg girls start dying. I'm not kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My parents asked me if I was happier this year, in Rj. They say that I appear to enjoy myself alot more. I guess its true. I am happier. I think I'm the happiest I've been in a while... Many things that happened this year and they made me realise how much I've been missing out on this whole entire time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fads and Has have got to be the greatest things that have happened to me in the past few years. I don't know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; I would do without both of you. Its with them that I laugh till I cry, call for a hug, lament to and annoy the hell out of sometimes hehe x) It does surprise me how close we've gotten in such a short period of time, but I'm not complaining. I wouldn't trade the both of you for ANYTHING in the world. I'll miss you two! :) &lt;em&gt;But I'll save that for later cause its too early for goodbyes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And off course I can't afford to leave &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; out of this post. I did say its surreal having someone care for me as much as you do, but I didn't say I couldn't get used to it. I'm pretty sure you're part of the reason I'm so much happier (: As messy as we are right now, we'll work it out soon enough. &amp;amp; soon better come quick cause you're not the only one waiting. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to let you know this. Soon enough.&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/8746630130668903339-8054079443312464125?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/8054079443312464125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-i-were-jumping-happily-in-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8054079443312464125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8054079443312464125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-i-were-jumping-happily-in-sun.html' title='You &amp; I, we&apos;re jumping happily in the sun'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sp0u7-klKOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/4C_XT1qHTJ4/s72-c/up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6672776037781185917</id><published>2009-08-31T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:29:59.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melayu, dokk!</title><content type='html'>Seandainya kau tahu&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya kau mahu&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Tak tertarik pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Yang terpapar&lt;br /&gt;Di mindaku&lt;br /&gt;Setiap detik waktu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6672776037781185917?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6672776037781185917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/09/seandainya-kau-tahu-seandainya-kau-mahu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6672776037781185917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6672776037781185917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/09/seandainya-kau-tahu-seandainya-kau-mahu.html' title='melayu, dokk!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7423208636262800236</id><published>2009-08-18T00:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:07:26.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emma &amp; my baby steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was going through my SD card and realised that all the effort i put into getting decent shots should go somewhere, right? So genius struck me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(heh)&lt;/span&gt; and i decided to put some up here. I mean, my attempted product shoot of the body shop perfume took me forever! So here's the results of it all! Its not pro or anything, but I'm happy (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunset to night in my room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972792263820146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomHTEUsQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/tXj8kQCnJ10/s400/IMG_2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomHThOzArI/AAAAAAAAAHM/s_UYobYqNrs/s1600-h/IMG_2755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972800023724722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomHThOzArI/AAAAAAAAAHM/s_UYobYqNrs/s400/IMG_2755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loved my hazelnut hot choc. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomHSnrVybI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BVB9qM9d48E/s1600-h/IMG_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972784574187954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomHSnrVybI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BVB9qM9d48E/s400/IMG_2685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG5koPPtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HtSZlzk6sz4/s1600-h/IMG_2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972354259140306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG5koPPtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HtSZlzk6sz4/s400/IMG_2018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG5AHwEZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DEGxUDD71Eo/s1600-h/IMG_2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972344459202962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG5AHwEZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DEGxUDD71Eo/s400/IMG_2687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG4lygkGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vb4ruZxayHQ/s1600-h/IMG_2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972337390784610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG4lygkGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vb4ruZxayHQ/s400/IMG_2638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG4KrT-jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1vYh8sRkfWg/s1600-h/IMG_2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972330112842290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG4KrT-jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1vYh8sRkfWg/s400/IMG_2629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All time favourite &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thus far, heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG3ondfzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G1_xjXUQrl4/s1600-h/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972320969883442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomG3ondfzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G1_xjXUQrl4/s400/IMG_2637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-7423208636262800236?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7423208636262800236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/08/emma-my-baby-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7423208636262800236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7423208636262800236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/08/emma-my-baby-steps.html' title='emma &amp; my baby steps'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SomHTEUsQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/tXj8kQCnJ10/s72-c/IMG_2659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1260142342801493445</id><published>2009-08-16T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:20:07.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melayu power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought 'Arif Budiman' was a person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cikgu &amp;amp; kak yani would both be soo proud (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-1260142342801493445?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1260142342801493445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/08/melayu-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1260142342801493445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1260142342801493445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/08/melayu-power.html' title='Melayu power!'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-623535517897752063</id><published>2009-07-16T21:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:57:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nervous beat .  .  .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know, I have this thing that I call my nervous beat. I get this weird queazy feeling in my tummy and my heart starts to beat with a weird rhythm. It usually comes when I'm anticipating something, scared or simply nervous. It's not so bad, though, when I'm nervous or scared cause then I actually know what it is that I'm worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh like last year when there was alot of stuff &lt;em&gt;(more like work, heh)&lt;/em&gt; that I didn't do, leaving alot of room for trouble. Every night I would get the nervous beat before I slept and it drove me crazy! So I'd try &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; hard to ignore it and just sleep it away, heh. &lt;em&gt;(That's &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt; though, really bad. Don't do it. I warned you.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But when it's just out of the blue, it's &lt;strong&gt;so annoying&lt;/strong&gt; cause I have no clue what it's about! So I'll keep wrecking my brain trying to figure out what it is that I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be worried about. Whether there's something I didn't do, or whether I'm in trouble I'm unaware of, or.... I dunno!! And that's what's SO frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just got it a while ago so I'm asking myself all these questions and its driving me crazy. Is it the math assignment I don't know how to do? Or the fact that I have two 'S's, lost my B AND my D? Or is it something else that I don't want to explain here? PFFTT. It is sooo idoubleritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s. heh no one really cares, I know, but whatever, pfftt. just wanted to let whoever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's something to say, something I should know, please let me know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's killing me; being left in the unknown dark. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you think it'll make things alot easier?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-623535517897752063?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/623535517897752063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-nervous-beat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/623535517897752063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/623535517897752063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-nervous-beat.html' title='My nervous beat .  .  .'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6773562925081198039</id><published>2009-07-12T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:23:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ditto liy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT! that it's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; ok if you're not gonna pay us. You know why? Well I'll tell you why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our internship was &lt;strong&gt;offered&lt;/strong&gt; and so was the pay. We accepted. &lt;em&gt;Meaning,&lt;/em&gt; an agreement was made. A promise. &lt;em&gt;(I still have the printed email btw, just in case you forgot.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months is truly stretching it. We know this is common occurrence but we're not gonna let it go. Whether subtle or blunt, we'll let you know we do want it because we've earned it, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, just fix this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6773562925081198039?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6773562925081198039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-months-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6773562925081198039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6773562925081198039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-months-and-counting.html' title='8 months and counting'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-2393435729853537571</id><published>2009-07-10T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:20:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resort 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is soooo overdue, its a fashion crime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But anyway, here are some favourites from Resort 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3.1 Philip Lim&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356846861069158786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldX1p4xiYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-8yEYEZ6cC0/s320/3.1+phillip+lim6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356846871000806290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldX2O4qc5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/6A5tq_2eeRY/s320/3.1+phillip+lim7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356846862454694386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldX1vDHIfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oRpgKHXHzK8/s320/3.1+phillip+lim8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BCBG Max Azria&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356846873236495538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldX2XNsXLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NAiykD8pqlc/s320/bcbg+max+azria9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356850591780324178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldbOz3oQ1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/utVCLS0wW74/s320/bcbg+max+azria10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356846879479982450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldX2ueQaXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kkrlVyQ3IL0/s320/bcbg+max+azria11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marchesa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;; always a must see&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356848549616030674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldZX8NuE9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/lLsp9LmkLkQ/s320/marchesa8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356848550720287586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldZYAU_s2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/D-_-ZxdoHwY/s320/marchesa9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356848555826280850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldZYTWW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KggFkzaoHv4/s320/marchesa10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356848563352918290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldZYvY2WRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JYHpsUs7iFw/s320/marchesa11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Temperley London&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356848567709479330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldZY_niMaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7cC-dv0cTnk/s320/temperley+london9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are a few more, but this resort did not have me swooning like the previous one did. Oh well... Fall/Winter 2010 here we comee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-2393435729853537571?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/2393435729853537571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/07/resort-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2393435729853537571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2393435729853537571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/07/resort-2010.html' title='Resort 2010'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SldX1p4xiYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-8yEYEZ6cC0/s72-c/3.1+phillip+lim6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-2007307391810109607</id><published>2009-06-27T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:28:39.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember crying when first heard this song 2 years ago. Then I showed it to diy and she loved it too, so one day we let our class listen to it but they got bored. wth right?&lt;br /&gt;The song is beautiful and beyonce knowles is amaaaaazing... I would &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; for a voice like hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3b20Au1lmLM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3b20Au1lmLM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, before I go, (&lt;em&gt;i doubt any of you is gonna read this but i'm gonna put it out here anyway...) &lt;/em&gt;kudos to Syarif and Alyph for the new album ClassiQ. Alyph did a good job with the songwriting. Plus, Syarif's vocals have gotten better and more swoonable for the fans, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a great effort and a far cry from the first, so good job guys! And off course the lady behind the scenes deserves her share of the kudos too, so well done kak jihan! We all know the sweat and lost sleep you endured to get these guys out there and so you deserve every success that comes your way. All the best! and rock APM in jakarta xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-2007307391810109607?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/2007307391810109607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-crying-when-first-heard-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2007307391810109607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2007307391810109607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-crying-when-first-heard-this.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6168326380348424713</id><published>2009-06-26T09:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:10:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who knew the day would actually come... He was one of the first few singers I ever knew of and his influence to music globally is just so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P M. J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The world will miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Dm2iHdqNq8&amp;amp;hl=en&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/7Dm2iHdqNq8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6168326380348424713?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6168326380348424713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-it-actually-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6168326380348424713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6168326380348424713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-it-actually-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1065058052021542803</id><published>2009-05-28T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:57:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was diy's note on fb but I thought I'd waste my time here instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP ONE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spell your name with songs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;F: For You I Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I: I'm Yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L: Love Lockdown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Z: &lt;em&gt;have eh?&lt;/em&gt; Zig-a-zig-ah! hehe x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A: &lt;em&gt;(First thing I thought, in the Ayerr) &lt;/em&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;H: Heartless (love it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP TWO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Name: Filzah Diyana Rahman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Birth date: March 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nickname: filz, zah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eye Color: Dark brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hair Color: Jet black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zodiac Sign: Aries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP THREE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The shoes you wore today: My new sneakers (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your weaknesses: Too many to mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your fear(s): God and the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your perfect pizza: I like lots! But a good crust and lotsa lotsa mozarella cheese is good, mmhmm (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP FOUR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your best physical feature? Hah, I dunno, you tell me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your bedtime? Around midnight or 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Missed memory? Carefree primary school days when I felt like I could do whatever I want. Not anymoree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP FIVE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This Or That…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pepsi or Coke? I don't usually care, cause I can't tell the diff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King? Depends on my mood, but usually, BK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea? Lipton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla? Both, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cappuccino or coffee? Neither. Frappe please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP SIX:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do You…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Smoke? nope, nice and clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sing? Sumbang pun jadi lah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dance? Secretly, heh. But since I just said that I guess its not so secret anymore, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take a shower everyday? Yea, DU-OH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a crush? Who doesn't?! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you think you’ve been in love? Don't really think so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Want to go to college? I guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like(d) high school? I think technically I still am in it, right? Well I don't love it or hate it so like it? Maybe? I dunno, I'm not making sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Want to get married? Yes, pleasee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get motion sickness? Not usually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think you’re a health freak? Not in the slightest meaning of that term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get along with your parents? Depends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP SEVEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gone to the mall? Yup yup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos? How do you survive a WHOLE box? gelojoh, kapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eaten Sushi? Yes! Thank God for japanese creations (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been on stage? Yup. I miss drama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gone skating? Nope. The last time I did was when I was 10 or smth, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Made homemade cookies? Omg, I haven't. Why haven't I?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gone Skinny dipping? In my tub? heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stolen anything? I don't think so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP EIGHT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing? uh... NO?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If so, was it mixed company? `sniggers`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flashed anyone? No, omg what is this?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been beaten up? Not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shoplifted? Nooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP NINE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Age you hope to be married? Oh, uhm, 20ish, maybe? before 28? Don't ask why, it just looked like a nice number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Numbers of Children? Uh, 2, I think. 3 max. My tolerance level not very high, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding? Oh wow. Interesting qn. I'll let you know when the right guy comes along... x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What country would you most like to visit? Too many. I wanna travel the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP TEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the opposite sex..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Best eye color? Natural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Best hair color? Natural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Short hair or long hair? short pls. At most short-ish ah, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Height? I dunno... Not like the tallest guy in the world but also not miniature ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP ELEVEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life? A few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of CDs that I own? A number..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of tattoos? Oh! I used to have this national day tattoo thing when I was about 10 ish, and I rmb my dad making a big deal out of it. pfftt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of piercings? None yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who were you with yesterday? Odac, kevin, and 2 new neighbours whose names I can't seem to spell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What woke you up this morning? My mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day? I hope so, LAST DAY OF SCHOOL, BAYBEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you like anybody? haha many many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever thrown up in public? Don't rmb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Passed out because of alcohol? nope, probably never will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW? Are they gonna DIE!! (heh watching prison break)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What kind of home would you like? Oh, I have my fantasies... x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? When I grow up, I wanna be famous, wanna be a star, wanna be in movies! heh, nooo lahh. I don't wanna be all that. I do wanna be behind all that, though. Basically in media and entertainment, and you can't say nothin' that's gonna change this mind of mine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Still stuck with this thing called academic education but hopefully by then, completing uni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you like candy necklaces? You mean those big, chunky, colourful, cutesey cutesey ones? Uh, no thanks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When was the last time you fell over or ran into something? Probably recently. I do that alot. I rmb last year, I knocked into a signpost. A &lt;em&gt;freakin' &lt;strong&gt;signpost!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you listen to music every day? Uh-huh, can't live without. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you still go trick or treating? Still? I never did. See what I miss out on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was the last thing you ate? some chocolate wafer thing called karee which i still find very odd, but delish, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you a fast typer? I guess... I told my mom chatting is good practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whats your favorite type of soda? KIWI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever moved? Yup, once only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever won an award? Yea, but its not common occurance, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you listening to music right now? Nope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How long ’till your birthday? 9 months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When were you the saddest in your whole life? Oh, I rmb, but you don't have to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What time is it? 9.44pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you use ebay to buy or sell? Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who makes you mad? Go figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever heard a song written about you? OMG! Fizzy goes pop, fizzy goes smth then more about me poping and fizzying I can't rmb but yi an and val teo used to sing it to me in sec 2 &lt;em&gt;all the timeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something you want to happen in 2009? Alot, actually. But most of all, for them to let me go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HONESTY SECTION &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i dunno what happened to qn 4,5,7 and 16. maybe diy pg rated it. heh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Honestly, what color is your underwear? Why would I tell you this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind? I want a goood piece of cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now? This meme while watching prison break. damn exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Honestly, have you done something bad today? I didn't do pw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone? kakak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? uhm, maybe, but I don't even know whyy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time? parent, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Honestly, do you bite your nails? heh, since we're being honest... yes i do but very occasionally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder? HAH noo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment? many many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Honestly, are you keeping a big secret now? I don't think sooo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Honestly, do you have a friend you don’t actually like? mmhmm, oopps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Honestly, are you in denial? Maybe, I wouldn't know, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. Honestly, do you get up in the middle of the night and eat? no, malas to go down to the kitchen and climb all the way up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Honestly, do you like anyone? kan I said MANY MANY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. Honestly, does anyone like you? Hah, I don't think so... my life has been pretty sadd for a while, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGER SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. What do you do when you’re mad? Get damn pissed and start bitching about you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? Ok dark side, dark side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad? Can't rmb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Do you swear when you’re mad? obviously !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRYING SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.When was the last time you actually cried? About 2 weeks ago when I made myself by watching Ayat-ayat Cinta. Cried like madd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Ever cried yourself to sleep? Yea, emo kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Do certain songs make you cry? Uh-huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. What usually makes you cry? Confusion, sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Are you usually a happy person? I guess so. But recently alot of peple have been asking me if I'm ok out of nowhere. Maybe all the frowning from drama didn't wear off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. What makes you the happiest? Friends and the girls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Do you believe in yourself? Yupp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. When people say they think you are good looking/pretty, do you get happy? Oh nooo nooo nooo not at ALL! pffftt. Everyone jumps a little(or alot, depends) when people say they're pretty, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, that was rather pointless but isn't that what memes are all about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School has been weird lately. I've been lazy in every single aspect. I don't even have daily dossage of JJ, that's insane! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, I can't wait for the holidays now! :D Joy and happiness awaits! See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-1065058052021542803?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1065058052021542803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-was-diys-note-on-fb-but-i-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1065058052021542803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1065058052021542803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-was-diys-note-on-fb-but-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-2783982880561751330</id><published>2009-05-11T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:08:01.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sggi3gop6QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oC4eRlUXTa4/s1600-h/IMG_2466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334552095668955394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sggi3gop6QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oC4eRlUXTa4/s320/IMG_2466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they said it went well... Some disagree, though. I can't say anything much myself but one thing's for sure.; we had a TON of fun rehearsing, preparing and spending late nights together. BIG shoutout and thanks to the crazy awesome cast, even more crazily awesome bunch of directors who managed to make rehearsals alot less of a drag. All their lame jokes/smses/emails and raise eyebrow moments really make me smile sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audience was a weird bunch, though... They laughed like crazy when husaini revealed my affair to iqah. I was like, wth! I think most of them took our act as a comedy more than anything else, but ohwell. There were other weird moments they laughed at and when they were supposed to, they didnt. There was no reaction to qayyum's "girl, kau nak dada ayam ke.. paha ayam?" I crack up at that line, k! But still, thanks to all who came and spent your friday night with us. Much appreciated! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that it's over, I guess its time to focus on my studies again. Econs test tomorrow and I HAVE to pass it to avoid remedial. God, please help me pass! I don't want remedial! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-2783982880561751330?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/2783982880561751330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-they-said-it-went-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2783982880561751330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2783982880561751330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-they-said-it-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/Sggi3gop6QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oC4eRlUXTa4/s72-c/IMG_2466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7119268194908146705</id><published>2009-04-28T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:38:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH EMM GEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have have HAVE to listen to this boy. Lotsa people love Susan Boyle but &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; boy is my &lt;strong&gt;favourite! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't embedd it but &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYDM3MIzEHo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Must! He's like a mini archuleta if you watched the video of him when he was 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shaheen Jafargholi is 12 and AMAZING! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love him loads. &lt;strong&gt;Watch it!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-7119268194908146705?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7119268194908146705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-emm-gee-you-have-have-have-to-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7119268194908146705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7119268194908146705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-emm-gee-you-have-have-have-to-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-2182658831421636806</id><published>2009-04-25T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:12:41.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that hard to trust me? To give me that little bit of freedom to do what I want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like it or not, Sir, one day, you're gonna have to let me go. And please don't tell me that day will be the day I get married. Cause if so, what's the point? I get freed from your hands of control and fall into my husband's! I just need those few years of life to myself, to do what I want. To live my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you not realise that I have my own set of morals that I abide to? I know for sure what's right and what's wrong and I learned it all from you. Are you not sure enough of the values and morals you imparted to me, to trust me to live my own life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for school, I learned my lesson. Trust me, I'm doing alot better than I was doing before. Just in case you haven't noticed, I do &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; of self reflection. I think about EVERYTHING I did that day and analyze myself. I'm psycho like that, but I think it's doing me good. At least I'm aware of myself and what I'm doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think you need to realise that others have moved on and you have to, too,  soon enough. You don't need to be there 24/7 controlling me. Yes, I know it's because you care and because you want to protect me. But Sir, everything comes in moderation. And so should your control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm 17 now. I think it's time to let loose a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-2182658831421636806?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/2182658831421636806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-really-all-that-hard-to-trust-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2182658831421636806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2182658831421636806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-really-all-that-hard-to-trust-me.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-5516956225286459201</id><published>2009-04-20T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:31:07.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh PANTAT ah! The biggest pantat in the enitre world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not blogged for the loongest time, geeeezz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo effing tired. These past few weeks have been getting crazier and crazier with drama and pw and the increasing workload and whatever other mepaka stuffums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate drama, but its taking a hell lot of my time. We're not even having proper rehearsals yet, you tahu?&lt;br /&gt;PW has also started and I'm taking centuries to finish up my PI which has 20% weightage. I mean, wth!? Plus, my group is quite power in the sense that they're damn on and on task so I might have a hard time keeping up. Somehow, &lt;em&gt;for whatever reason&lt;/em&gt;, my class thinks that I'm very on task or something. Don't even ask why, cause I myself am baffled &lt;em&gt;(I think I might have created that word. Too lazy to check dictionary.com, you can do that...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term essays are very draining too. The international history paper keps me awake for 24 hours. Straight. Amazing, no? Hopefully I get the SEA paper done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I need a math tution partner. Anyone up for it? Soon please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-5516956225286459201?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/5516956225286459201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh-pantat-ah-biggest-pantat-in-enitre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5516956225286459201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5516956225286459201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh-pantat-ah-biggest-pantat-in-enitre.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-2080472361329392658</id><published>2009-03-30T22:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:52:28.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my goodness gracious me, I am soo tireddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Training today was intense, my God! Not doing pt for nearly 2 weeks is bad I tell you, baaaaaddd! We have a hike this wed so that should take a toll on me too. Ahhh, lotsa fazz to work off and lotsa muscle to gain (so that I can hopefully pass ipu! :S). I can't stand how my top is so weak. AAHH ok enough about my bodehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up really early today, for a Monday. Went to Dian's house in the morning with balloons and breakfast while Dian was still in her jammies! Heheh, don't you just LOOVE surprises? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we played around, talked alot of nonsense and noticed how silly fads sounded saying that the prada phone was so malay friendly cause it had her name 'fads' and words like 'jakun' in dictionary. Heh if you take a look at the new prada phone, there's no such thing as dictionary cause there's a keypad! You type the alphabets individually! Ok fine it sounds so anti-climax here but when you figure it out, IT'S DAMN FUNNY! x) Joke of the day, you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hah so after that, decided that we all should just be late for school and just pon assembly. Obviously the temptation to pon the whole day came to me cause I only had GP and math lecture. I mean, c'mon, who wouldn't want to pon right! But nooo, we decided to be good students and just go for lessons anyway. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I did something totally spontaneous and unplanned, which is quite unlike me. Went to catch Confessions of a Shopaholic! Finally. Has was saying how she was bored by it blah blah blah. So not boring k! It was funny and entertaining and provided ALOT of eye candy but I was disappointed on how much content they changed. First of all, they're supposed to be British, not New Yorkers. Secondly, they changed how Luke and Becky met and all the important scenes between them. What happened to the lunch and luggage shopping! Oh and Luke is a magazine editor. How is that! He is not an editor! Brandon Communications was already there from the start. Urgh. That annoyed me. And the dancing with the fan and all was super funny but it was not in the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess this is how Harry Potter fans feel when they watch the movie. Maybe its hard to adapt every written scene into the movie but SIGH. It was kinda disappointing. I didn't feel the chemistry between Luke and Becky and it didn't make me swoon like the book did. Heh, see lah, swoon over&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; fictional, non-existent characters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How very twilight of me xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived for training late, did knots, some of which I have already forgotten by now. I suck, heh xD Orienteering, which I passed, I think. At least I got back bearings right! Oh and there was math involved. WHY! It was some calculation thing and I forgot it was called pythagoras theorem. How very me. Then, pretty intense pt and hence I'm tired now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, that was a pretty long and wordy post. I shall go self study binomials cause right now, &lt;strong&gt;my math is like a submarine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Credit to mr ang, my sec sch math teacher who came up with that after he called me a NOOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-2080472361329392658?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/2080472361329392658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-goodness-gracious-me-i-am-soo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2080472361329392658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2080472361329392658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-goodness-gracious-me-i-am-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1198856722520507276</id><published>2009-03-26T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:57:44.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am 17, seventeen, tujuh belas tahun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was initially scared of turning 17 and wanted to stay 16 forever cause 16 is such an age of carefree-ness and young-ness and fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But boyy did it go well. Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes and hugs and everyting else. Hopefully the year goes just as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;My class was pretty awesome, running out to j8 to get me a very wonderful cake (: Thank you! And sorry abu for giving you a hard time. I didn't know what to do! Left me hanging there like an idiot. But you know I love you guys so thanks again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So many other people share the same birthday as me in school. I felt special for a while, then, dangit! Haha but happy birthday to the others too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Believe it or not, I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; planning to have a party, but that didn't turn out (and &lt;em&gt;noo&lt;/em&gt; fads, I'm not having a one girl party in my room alone). But anyway, had dinner cum teeny weeny double birthday celebration at my aunt's. Gooood food completed my day and my aunt makes me tear up everytime with her wishes. Always tau, but I love you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt; having a proper outing with dian and fads tomorrow. We must must must watch Confessions of a Shopaholic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know, after I read the book a few years back, I wanted to write to someone somewhere in the film industry, just anybody, to produce the book into a film with suggested castings and all. Never got to sending it out (cause got no address, heh), but I guess they read my mind. &lt;strong&gt;Geniuses!&lt;/strong&gt; Now it better be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dian's birthday is coming up soon too and since she doesn't know of the existence of this blog, its safe to say we have a surprise for you, yes we do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need to do math now so thank you again everyone for welcoming the 17th year of my life so wonderfully... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-1198856722520507276?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1198856722520507276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-17-seventeen-tujuh-belas-tahun-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1198856722520507276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1198856722520507276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-17-seventeen-tujuh-belas-tahun-i.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-4196589367192178994</id><published>2009-03-16T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:38:37.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Math is the universal God of EVIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. That &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; is eviiillll. And it never goes away! Apparently no where around the world can you drop math out of your life. Even in Dubai, Zaff says. People should come to the realisation that math is not all that important. I mean, come on, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out right?&lt;br /&gt;How many people really apply trigonomenty and P&amp;amp;C and poisson and binomials or whatever in their lives? How many? Really! I want to know. Cause for me, I'm pretty sure it's not gonna be relevant at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be math. I'm sure its more hated that Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway, I started off today with a GOOOOD cup of hazelnut hot chocolate from starbucks. I'm telling you, that thing drops from the gates of heaven. It's amazing. See, a good cup of starbucks can totally make my day cause today didn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my econs essay by 12 then waited a loong time for the rest but nvm. Had lunch with classmates, talked nonsense and more nonsense. I mentioned that I liked my class, right? I hope we got a spot for ophir camp cause MacRitchie is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;l-a-m-e! Might as well camp on school field or smth. No diff right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then... ok fine some bad things happened. My necklace snapped cause it got stuck between tables then all the beads went rolling all over the place. Then I missed 410 cause I was busy flicking away the stupid red ants crawling all over my feet and shoes. So that means I took nearly an hour to reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it was still a good day. I was happy and so was my tummy cause we got starbucks to make us happy! Heh, that was like a rhyme! I should be a starbucks ambassador (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-4196589367192178994?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/4196589367192178994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/math-is-universal-god-of-evil-i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4196589367192178994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4196589367192178994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/math-is-universal-god-of-evil-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-1537827694609880891</id><published>2009-03-15T21:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:35:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think its emo time. I haven't emo-ed in a VERY long time and that is an accomplishment in itself but cannot ah, I cannot tahan. Feels so empty and surreal when life doesn't feel like it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe its because these past few weeks I've been walking on sunshine (like diy was, heh), going through lessons, pretending like I understand, going for training, feeling damn good after PT and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is when I think about it, everything isn't so sunshine-yy after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;completely, utterly, tremendously LOST&lt;/strong&gt; in math. I don't even know the name of the topic we are at right now. That's how bad it is. I only know &lt;em&gt;poisson&lt;/em&gt; which sounds &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; like &lt;em&gt;fish&lt;/em&gt; in french but I doubt there's any connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And although I &lt;em&gt;somewhat&lt;/em&gt; enjoy (emphasis SOMEWHAT) my other lessons cause they're not sciency and require alot of thinking that my brain is incapable of, they're very artsy and require alot of memorising and remembering of facts and terms and blahblahblah which my brain is not very capable of doing either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth is wrong with my brain, why is it so useless??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And at odac training, although it feels damn good after pt, I look back and realise my stamina sucks shitballs. I'm freaking weak ah. w-e-a-k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhh.................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and did I mention? I've become damn conscious about my body now. Not that I wasn't before, I'm just more conscious now, I can't help it. I suddenly realise why people say I'm damn thin and yes, friends, I agree, I do&lt;em&gt; look &lt;/em&gt;thin and I really don't know what I can do about it cause nothing seems to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I almost want to give up. You know, I really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hate it when everything feels so screwed up and you just want to STOP time to think or try and make things right but you just can't? I really hate that. If there's one thing I wish I could do, it would be to stop time and travel back in it to correct things cause doing something wrong kills me. It really does cause when I think back on it, I feel like crap. I think to myself "Why did I do that? What's wrong with me? Why am I so bad at being a good person (or heck, just being)? Why can't I just do things right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm gonna stop cause lamenting is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This goes out to Zaff:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gonna miss you Zaff! Although we've not spent the most time together and have not been the closest of all friends, you've been such a presence amongst us and it killed me to have been there to witness you leave but I would not have missed it for the world. Yes, sometimes I avoid doing the silly things you guys do but that's just me and that's just you and I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; you for it. I wouldn't have learnt to have let myself loosen up a little if it wasn't for you guys who just know how to have fun. You need to know that you've made an impression in my life and I thank you and the rest of our batchmates for it. I love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I don't know why on earth these words never came to me while I was writing the letter to you. Maybe its cause I was nervous and filled with anticipation. Anyhoos, you know now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-1537827694609880891?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/1537827694609880891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-its-emo-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1537827694609880891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/1537827694609880891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-its-emo-time.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-4663004643358269982</id><published>2009-03-07T21:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:17:24.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED WEIRDO REPELLENT!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why God, WHY!? Why do I attract weirdos? First was a pri sch almost stalker (but thankfully we cleared that up) then now its some j3. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was on 410, going home like any other day and alighted at the first stop after rj. While I was waiting for my other bus to come, this random guy suddenly came walking from the direction of the next bus stop and sat beside me and asked "Hi. Do you remember me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I was thinking, am I &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to know this guy? Then he says "I'm the guy on the bus just now. I came back &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; to find out what your name is." (?!?!?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okaaayyyy.... like dian said, "So NOT smooth!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So he starts introducing himself and talking about random things. I was already feeling very uncomfortable, praying so darn hard, hoping my bus comes. And when it finally did, he asked if he could call me sometime. Off course I came up with a substitute for &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;! I mean, I know it was pretty mean and wtv, but seriously dude. It doesn't work like that. I'm pretty freaked out, seriously. Can you imagine!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Plus, someone's actions have been pretty inappropriate. And I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;IN-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-APPROPRIATE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Mr, &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE STOP&lt;/strong&gt;. IT'S JUST VERY WRONG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a lighter, much happier note, &lt;strong&gt;JASON MRAZ LIVE IN CONCERT WAS AMAZING :D &lt;/strong&gt;Thank God (and my parents) I finally got to watch this amazing person entertain us in the flesh and sharing with us the great talent and gift he has! I bet this is gonna be one of the bestest things of this year. I can feel it already. I love this man. Really, alot! Keep doing your thing, dude! Don't let the world miss out on what you have to offer. WE LOVE YOU TRUCK LOADS! &lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-IACF9E4zE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-IACF9E4zE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So school has been alright so far. I'm surviving. ODAC is fun but we (our batch) need to work on it. I'm sure we'll have loads of fun. Kinda disappointed that the j2s won't be joining us for expeditions or anything cause they're leaving soon. I mean, they add so much fun and entertainment! Yes, we embarrass ourselves alot in front of them but wtheck, who cares?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've got loads of social happenings this month. &lt;em&gt;Chehh, macam aku ni social sangat eh? xD&lt;/em&gt; But really! Alot of my weekends are taken up. I actually like it like that. &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm 16 turning 17 and I'm living it! :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-4663004643358269982?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/4663004643358269982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-weirdo-repellent-why-god-why-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4663004643358269982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4663004643358269982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-weirdo-repellent-why-god-why-why.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-5141578321817834126</id><published>2009-02-19T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:29:29.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husaini just told me that when he sees me, or other thin people, he feels like splitting us into two! Then he visualises it and laughs. Wtpong husaini! Now I'm damn conscious lah wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ignoring husaini's ideas, im in odac! Hopefully I'll be less thin and more BUFF heh. Like that's possible. My ass ached like crazy after our hike to bukit timah. Sounds damn lame, but really! Maybe I'll get used to it and get a toned ass. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lathiga and I thought that after sec 4, we'd be done with firelighting and pitching tents, but nooo. Still on with it in jc. But its not a bad thing, I don't mind. It's kinda fun. But when I tell people I'm in odac they look at me like an alien. It's not that hard to believe right? No it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new found friend who does the same stupid things as I do online! I love that Lucy knows shopbop, net-a-porter and all the other random fashion sites and spends hours on it like i do xD If you don't know shopbop then..... you probably are not as cool. heh. no lah. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;The two of us are nonsense, really! ELL was us entertaining ourselves with hangman and 6th vowels and a being irritated by a certain classmate who happens to be &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; active in class. I'm not even kidding when I put VERY in caps. You should meet him. I swear someday I will shoot him. I already did today. Imaginarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that I'm Maimonah (or wtv her name is) for drama this year? Husaini's my husband and Iqah's my delinquent daughter. She embezzles money. Sounds interesting? I also dunno. I'll wait for rehearsals to start before I say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I go, Fall 2009 has been going down runways these past few weeks! I'm so excited to check new shows everyday! Marchesa is amazing as usual. Anyway, gorgeousness will come in the next post, so get ready to feast on gorgeousness! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-5141578321817834126?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/5141578321817834126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5141578321817834126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5141578321817834126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6427543860091699111</id><published>2009-02-09T21:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:11:42.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you ditch your blog for more than a week, there's this temptation to stop blogging, but I won't do that. I'll attempt to keep this blog alive for whoever's benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've ditched this blog for orientation this past week. MR12 provided ample entertainment for the week. Abu, Jan, Nad, Vanessa, Hui Qi, Charmaine, Jamie, Si Hui, Lucas, Mark, Erdong, Yi Da, Jowie, Kang Jie, Marcus, Gregory, Eldwin and Zhu Chong were tons of fun! Top it off with OGLs Julian, Lydia and Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to J2s who organised orientation O'TIERO 09. It was pretty enjoyable overall and Strip Me If You Can has got to be one of the best games ever invented, really!&lt;br /&gt;So now for pictures, kudos to Jowie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR 12!&lt;/strong&gt; (We own the back of the hall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZA8VqR0DDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rLPgXZP4k6k/s1600-h/gp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300803104238996530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZA8VqR0DDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rLPgXZP4k6k/s320/gp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark our scout&lt;/strong&gt; (with the flag flying high)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZA8Vsx5G3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/y-R5KOw3Tyk/s1600-h/mark1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300803104910416754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZA8Vsx5G3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/y-R5KOw3Tyk/s320/mark1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, he flew it alot higher throughout orientation. Especially in public xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian, Lydia and Danny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZBAXulMgXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fVMbYztSvwU/s1600-h/ogl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300807537800282482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZBAXulMgXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fVMbYztSvwU/s320/ogl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girls!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZBApSLcXuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yWMHJxEy5wg/s1600-h/orientation6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300807839413722850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZBApSLcXuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yWMHJxEy5wg/s320/orientation6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is my favourite picture of the week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZBAX53zpsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6NNDa2mFPcY/s1600-h/jg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300807540831135426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZBAX53zpsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6NNDa2mFPcY/s320/jg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. He might kill me for that but dude, you made my week with that picture! For someone who shys away from cameras, you give pretty darn good HILARIOUS shots! Priceless, no? We love your slack ways at orientation and appreciate it very much! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday after orientation week was MCS orientation. Our Baboonez group came in 3rd! Not bad eh? Considering the ruggers took zamans to solat and we took uncountable breaks at Starbucks and McCafe and some mamak shop. I like slack amazing races. So much more fun, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that Marina Barrage is a very nice place to spend the day and that malays suck at kite flying. Seriously, we suck. Ask the mats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! One more thing. I need to mention that I am grateful for my class. Thank you you wonderful ppl for making up 10A01C. I know it's a little early in the year to start loving classes but seeing how others are dealing with it, I realised I should be thankful. I feel a good year coming on... Kak Jihan says I should appreciate being a student while I'm still one cause I'll miss school once work starts. I don't know if I want that to be true or not but heck ah! I'm gonna enjoy life NOW! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6427543860091699111?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6427543860091699111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/02/orientation-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6427543860091699111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6427543860091699111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/02/orientation-09.html' title='Orientation 09'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SZA8VqR0DDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rLPgXZP4k6k/s72-c/gp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-8415436133314036738</id><published>2009-01-30T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:26:45.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today in school, we practiced our muka-nak-kena-sepaks!&lt;br /&gt;You know lah, what we do during out free time right? Iqah and Diy champion man. Betul-betul nak kena sepak. Syah said her tangan terangkat to sepak Iqah. Really scary, you know! Syah's is just funny. Like you lah syah, funny also xD. There was one part where she raised her eyebrows and it just looked so &lt;em&gt;WRROOOONGG! &lt;/em&gt;Then she also did something with her nose but we keep that a secret yea? xD&lt;br /&gt;Kak mary says I have a naturally bitchy look. No need effort to have muka-nak-kena-sepak. &lt;em&gt;Kurang asam! (hehe) &lt;/em&gt;I don't even know how to reply to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Diy and I started off the morning with ponning ideas since sex ed was not inviting at &lt;em&gt;all.&lt;/em&gt; Call here call there, Husaini and Faizal decided to pon, then we went to find Liy and ended up in the class anyway. We suck like that. Always step terror nak pon then tak jadi. &lt;em&gt;Haizzz&lt;/em&gt;... kita niii...&lt;br /&gt;But at least the course wasn't all that bad. It turned out not to be a sex ed course, Thank Allah! More about relationships and communication and it was actually pretty funny. Our trainer was great entertainment especially when she &lt;em&gt;shiok sendiri&lt;/em&gt; drama in front of all of us while we laugh our asses off. It's hard to think someone like her had self esteem issues. It's even harder to think someone could be banned from plastic surgery due to her multiple surgeries already and yet say that she barely even started. I really feel for her. It really is a big problem I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talk we were rather awake not annoyed like we usually are. Wasted time, lunch at RI, muka-nak-kena-sepak practice then more wasting of time on my side but it was a good way to end JIP. I'm not really prepared for orientation. But whatever, I usually live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Nadal WON!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I was watching tennis simultaneously and homagozz five hours and fourteen minutes. 5h14mins. That's damn long. Nadal and Verdasco played seriously well, both deserved to win but Nadal takes all, man! I'm excited for the finals. A Federer and Nadal game is always a game to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be warned, "If you give us trouble, watch out! We have our muka sepak ready! And Husaini too!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-8415436133314036738?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/8415436133314036738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-in-school-we-practiced-our-muka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8415436133314036738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8415436133314036738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-in-school-we-practiced-our-muka.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7674908304560332491</id><published>2009-01-29T21:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:18:23.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This needed immediate posting thanks to Khidhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlfhoU66s4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlfhoU66s4Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;We Will Not Go Down (Song for Gaza) by Michael Heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A blinding flash of white light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People running for cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not knowing whether they're dead or alive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They came with their tanks and their planes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With ravaging fiery flames&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And nothing remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will not go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the night, without a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But our spirit will never die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will not go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Gaza tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Women and children alike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Murdered and massacred night after night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While the so-called leaders of countries afar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Debated on who's wrong or right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But their powerless words were in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the bombs fell down like acid rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But through the tears and the blood and the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will not go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the night, without a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But our spirit will never die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will not go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Gaza tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will not go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the night, without a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But our spirit will never die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will not go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the night, without a fight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will not go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Gaza tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SYG3rkARyoI/AAAAAAAAADs/rqCMkFczXUU/s1600-h/how+many+more+must+die.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296716595791514242" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SYG3rkARyoI/AAAAAAAAADs/rqCMkFczXUU/s320/how+many+more+must+die.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got this off Janz blog. Although he doesn't know me, I don't think he'll mind since I'm spreading the message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I watched this particular video at I thought it was very meaningful and good.&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=115814165491&amp;amp;ref=nf#/video/video.php?v=44138254129&amp;amp;oid=115814165491"&gt;OUR PAINT FOR THEIR PAIN:For The Children Of Gaza.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I can't get the vid. Check it out at facebook if you can)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a simply a video of 2 graffitti artiste in Singapore,Sketch One and Kilas sharing their thoughts about the recent bombings in Palestine.The both of them collaborate and draw out their thoughts on the wall.To me,it was interesting especially the punchline "How Many More Must Die.".Simply dope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I also like about the video is Sketch One comments;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks everyone. While the Gaza conflict is a long complicated one, this video is not a political statement. To Kilas and me, No matter whether you're a Muslim, Jewish, Christian or even Atheist, once you kill children or women, you are a Terrorist to us. Its simple as that. FB has the habit of deleting my videos citing copyright issues on the audio tracks I used, so if you like your friends to view this video, feel free to tag yourself on it while it last. As Roni said, Let's there be PEACE. Thank you for the love everyone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I received a note from someone who asked me to stop what I'm doing, here is my reply;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making a political statement bro. Like most people I'm truly affected by the killings of innocent children in any conflicts. Its nothing to do with political statement or religion affiliation. Some of the pics I featured in the video made me cry in the office like I lost my own, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. While I'm not rich to donate large sum to Mercy Relief who are currently organising a donation drive, this is what I do best, painting. And no, I don't think I'm the one who should stop doing what I'm doing. Im just an artist with a spraycan, tell that to those with weapons. Thank you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-7674908304560332491?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7674908304560332491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-needed-immediate-posting-thanks-to_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7674908304560332491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7674908304560332491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-needed-immediate-posting-thanks-to_29.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SYG3rkARyoI/AAAAAAAAADs/rqCMkFczXUU/s72-c/how+many+more+must+die.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-5679917994159969045</id><published>2009-01-29T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:50:13.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't supposed to have school today, but my kaki gatal so I decided to pop by and hang out with friends. RI has become our new hangout place cause RJ is just SO not right. Most of us feel so much more comfortable in RI. It doesn't bother us that we're the only girls there, what the heck, who cares?! And you know we just cannot resist good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read this on Kak Am's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seriously ok, sit in the canteen and watch some of these J1s act like they are damn hot and strut around like they own the school. EXCUSE ME TAK SEDAR DIRI. BARU J1 &amp;amp; STILL IN RG/RI UNIFORM, clearly not as cool as you think you are, hello?!?!? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how she's so blunt about it. Looks like we aren't the only ones noticing it. It's been only what? 2 weeks? 2 weeks of school, not even proper school, just induction programmes and some people are already different. It's disturbing, you know? Especially if one of those people used to be a good, close friend of yours. You barely look at me anymore let alone say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys think you're so cool (having fake friends and all), I wish you all the best cause the only people looking up to you is yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-5679917994159969045?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/5679917994159969045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wasnt-supposed-to-have-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5679917994159969045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5679917994159969045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wasnt-supposed-to-have-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-4250282143527140952</id><published>2009-01-29T10:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:45:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Spontaneous Idealist (SI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spontaneous Idealists are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;inspires others and sweeps them along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(haha!)&lt;/span&gt;. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential. Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;very amusing and gifted entertainers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what?!)&lt;/span&gt;. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(so true!)&lt;/span&gt;. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others&lt;/span&gt;. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you have a Spontaneous Idealist as your friend, you will never be bored; with them, you can enjoy life to the full and celebrate the best parties. At the same time, they are warm, sensitive, attentive and always willing to help. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If Spontaneous Idealists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;have just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(haha!) &lt;/span&gt;and their new partners are showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for them once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for them so that many Spontaneous Idealists slip from one affair into another. However, should the partner manage to keep their curiosity alive and not let routine and familiarity gain the upper hand, Spontaneous Idealists can be inspiring and loving partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adjectives which describe your type:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;spontaneous, enthusiastic, idealistic, extroverted, theoretical, emotional, relaxed, friendly, optimistic, charming, helpful, independent, individualistic, creative, dynamic, lively, humorous, full of zest for life, imaginative, changeable, adaptable, loyal, sensitive, inspiring, sociable, communicative, erratic, curious, open, vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Iqah warned me that the first try might not be accurate, so I did it again and got the same results and it actually sounds quite accurate! Especially the part about work. So true! xD But the part about me being a great entertainer, I'm not so sure about. Maybe because I can't decide if I'm an introvert or extrovert. I feel like I'm a little bit of both. Possible right?! And the whole falling in love thing, I don't quite know yet. We'll see, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Take the test &lt;a href="http://ipersonic.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8746630130668903339-4250282143527140952?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/4250282143527140952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/spontaneous-idealist-si-spontaneous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4250282143527140952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4250282143527140952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/spontaneous-idealist-si-spontaneous.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6794958271365487400</id><published>2009-01-25T17:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:50:16.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a potential psycho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just totally blew my top when my internet kept giving me problems. But how not to get angry, you tell me! Singtel, Starhub, all lah! Never ending problems. I called customer service and what it said was "our lines are busy blah blah blah... If you're having internet problems, please go to www.starhub.com" (!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If my internet is having problems and I can't get connected, how am I supposed to go to the website??&lt;/strong&gt; GENIUS much?! So anyway, they worked it out and I'm connected now. The internet is my lifeline. Without it, I might just go crazy, like today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been starting on the whole "geek" thing and it's working out pretty well... &lt;em&gt;(cheyy, macam real gitu xD)&lt;/em&gt; Until I saw dy/dx on my calculator and realised I have no freaking clue what it is! I completely forgot. I know its something about gradients but other than that, I have no idea. DIE. Oh and did you know? We actually need to &lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt; how to use the calculator. And I genuinely don't know how to use it. Yet. I will learn. Yes, then conquer math. &lt;em&gt;(hah, yea right!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I forgot what I had planned to post except I had durian yesterday (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TTFN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6794958271365487400?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6794958271365487400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-potential-psycho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6794958271365487400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6794958271365487400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-potential-psycho.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-3997254715285791127</id><published>2009-01-23T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:29:33.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As much as I wanted to leave the stadium the moment I stepped in, I didn't. Instead, I tried out for soccer. &lt;em&gt;HAHA.&lt;/em&gt; Up till now, I wonder why I even bothered. But it's ok, I had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach was funny. After seeing the turnup for the trials, he said "If you don't get into soccer, its ok. There's still library!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kurang asam.&lt;/em&gt; haha. He started teasing us before we even started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was the 15 min mini game. We were like entertainment for the guys as they did their rounds. I hate guys watching us play soccer because they will always laugh at us! And my dad says "Who wouldn't?". We're not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad, are we? But after the game I was panting away, thinking to myself how I was ever going to survive a full 90 min game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we had other station trials plus the run which officially maxed me out. I'm such a bum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After trials,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Coach, I think I join library ah"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Good choice!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-3997254715285791127?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/3997254715285791127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-much-as-i-wanted-to-leave-stadium-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3997254715285791127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3997254715285791127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-much-as-i-wanted-to-leave-stadium-as.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7763194753985293253</id><published>2009-01-20T15:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:14:08.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will start using titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerrfwens got nuu way of toking. Dey owaes ack lyk ah lian one lorh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok that's about as far as I can go. They are SO into it! And they go on for hours! I don't know how they sustain it that long. I get goose-bumps listening to them xD. Plus, Sheila can then swing to the other extreme and be totally minah/mat whatever gender she wants to be. Friends, friends. Education baik baik, tak appreciate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, school has been pretty useless. I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm pretty ready for lessons to start. I feel like I've been rotting too long so I need to come back to life. Not that school brings me to life or anything, but at this point of my life there really isn't much that can keep me occupied other than school. I just need activity, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School's been about introductions and tryouts and boys apparently, since the school keeps giving us sex education and talks to us about boys. It gets quite irritating after a while because it's not as though we have been isolated from guys our entire lives. They're not a new species, you know?! But truth is, we live with nonsense like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Floorball tryouts were insane. About 100 turned up and only about 10 will make it to the team so obviously I didn't. Ran 1.6km after being idle for 3 whole months. Can you imagine the agony? But I felt good after the run. (: I reached home at around 10pm and saw a certain someone (that looked like a bio teacher from RG) drive past me. Soff thinks I hallucinated. I don't think so, Soff! I'm not that crazy yet. I swear it was him! I will find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I shall stick to Youth Club although it sounds like the geekiest thing in the world. It's not actually! They organize events and concerts for thousands. Not so geeky right? I suggest they change their name, though. There's got to be something better than Youth Club! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and one more thing, Thank Allah! I was nervous about not getting my 11 units but the Dean was a nice and reasonable lady and she made it work for me. I've already made a promise to myself that I will be a good and studious student. I will ignore all the negative thoughts in my mind that could possibly make me break my promise. But I need abit of slack lah, right? So maybe like termly bursts of emotions won't hurt, right? I convinced myself to be happy with my life right now &lt;s&gt;(although part of it still sucks)&lt;/s&gt; because I have come to realize how lucky I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't be a whiner. Promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-7763194753985293253?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7763194753985293253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-start-using-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7763194753985293253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7763194753985293253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-start-using-titles.html' title='I will start using titles'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-8974333785136542057</id><published>2009-01-15T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:43:22.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;School started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well yesterday was RI/RJC's open house and frankly, it was D-to the-U-to the-L- to the other damn big-L. DULL. If I were a student looking for a school to go to, the open house was a total turnoff. Actually, it was a turn off for me and I'm &lt;em&gt;already &lt;/em&gt;a student there. It feels more and more awkward roaming around the school partly because it does not feel welcoming at ALL. Plus the fact that RJ architecture is booorriingg. Diy says its 'zen'. Liy's mom thought the library was under construction! &lt;em&gt;HAHA.&lt;/em&gt; Just across, RI feels so much more homey and welcoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;But anyway, on the slightly brighter side, I signed up for soccer! Haha! What a joke right? My dad laughed at me. Imagine me on the soccer field. JOKE! I resisted the urge to sign up for volleyball, but I also signed up for floorball cause hockey's just not my thing. OH! and I also signed up for The Youth Club or something like that. They do event/concert organisation which is almost perfect for me but now I have a dilema cause I wanna play florball too. So we'll just see how things go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then on to today. First day at school... that kinda sums it up. Me and abu and practically the whole row of us had a good laugh in LT. I pray to God I'll get a better lecturer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then it was off to SPH to collect our pay. There's lots more to come and I hope they come fast. I need the ka-ching. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alrighty, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-8974333785136542057?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/8974333785136542057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-started-well-yesterday-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8974333785136542057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/8974333785136542057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-started-well-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6138190704860638264</id><published>2009-01-13T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:31:43.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted to post about how my brother's edusave scholarship was a total waste of my sunday morning and how it was almost like a PAP rally, but I'll stop myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's all learn 100 facts about me in this meme. (I just learned that meme is a french word and that it means about me or something like that. Well, that's better than my previous theory.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name → Filzah Diyana Rahman&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)→ filz&lt;br /&gt;003. Star sign → Aries&lt;br /&gt;004. Male or female → Female&lt;br /&gt;005. Elementary → Peiying Primary School&lt;br /&gt;006. Middle School → Raffles Girls School (Secondary)&lt;br /&gt;007. High School → Raffles Junior College&lt;br /&gt;008. Hair color → Jet black&lt;br /&gt;009. Long or short → It's gonna be long soon enough, I hope...&lt;br /&gt;010. Loud or Quiet → In between?&lt;br /&gt;011. Sweats or Jeans → To wear out? Jeans, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;012. Phone or Camera → Phone &lt;em&gt;(p.s: I want the iPhone pls, daddy!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Health freak → HAHA no! I'm queen of sinfully good food/dessert.&lt;br /&gt;014. Drink or Smoke? → Neither&lt;br /&gt;015. Do you have a crush on someone? → Secret, haha&lt;br /&gt;016. Eat or Drink → Depends on my mood. But I like both.&lt;br /&gt;017. Piercings → None.&lt;br /&gt;018. Tattoos → Zilch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;019. Been in an airplane→ A couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;020. Been in a relationship → If you consider &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; one...&lt;br /&gt;021. Been in a car accident → A mini one, no one died or anything.&lt;br /&gt;022. Been in a fist fight → Hehe, with my brother maybe. He's 11. (Don't judge) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing → Never had one.&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend → Lynn in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;025. First award → Something in kindergarten, I think.&lt;br /&gt;026. First crush → I don't remember!&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation → My goodness, I dunno! Maybe it was London. I was 3. Or maybe Australia. Can't remember lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;029. Last person you talked to → I'm talking to Lynna Gilmore xD&lt;br /&gt;030. Last person you texted → Sheila&lt;br /&gt;031. Last person(s) you watched a movie with → In the cinema? Nick and Norrah's with zaff and diy.&lt;br /&gt;032. Last food you ate → Peanut butter and chocolate cookies&lt;br /&gt;033. Last movie you watched → Keith. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;034. Last song you listened to → Reluctantly, Fly on the wall. &lt;em&gt;(which is as good as sneakernight, in my opinion. go figure.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. Last thing you bought → Java chip (: Satisfied my cravings&lt;br /&gt;036. Last person you hugged → My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES:&lt;br /&gt;037. Food → I'm a sucker for dessert, really. Especially if its presented goorgeously. I die for it, I do.&lt;br /&gt;038. Drinks → I like lots of drinks. From fancy ones to simple apple juice, I like 'em all!&lt;br /&gt;039. Clothing → Oh wow. This is a tough one. Oh! The ones I can't afford. hah.&lt;br /&gt;040. Books → I'll be honest, the Shopaholic series. C'mon, who doesn't love it?!&lt;br /&gt;041. Musics → I'm pretty flexible. I love everything from emotional Beyonce to dancey Britney to feel good Keane to classical Celine Dion to lyrical Jason Mraz and The Script to rocking Daughtry to cool Jesse Mccartney and Chris Brown to hypnotizing Rihanna and sooo many more.&lt;br /&gt;042. Flower → Rose. I'm old fasioned that way. hehe&lt;br /&gt;043. Colors → Deep red&lt;br /&gt;044. Movies → Too many to mention. But Ugly Betty is my ULTIMATE favourite TV show.&lt;br /&gt;045. Positions → huh? what?&lt;br /&gt;046. Subjects → Social Studies. But honestly, ... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 2008..... I&lt;br /&gt;047. [ ] kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;048. [ ] celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;049. [ ] had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;050. [x] went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;051. [ ] someone questioned your sexual orientation &lt;em&gt;(HAHA!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. [x] came out of the closet &lt;em&gt;(literally. cause mine's a walk-in. so i do it everytime, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. [ ] gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;054. [ ] had an abortion &lt;em&gt;(ish, ish, ish)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. [x] done something you've regretted &lt;em&gt;(oh yeah, i have)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. [x] broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;057. [x] hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;058. [x] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;059. [x] met someone who changed your life &lt;em&gt;(more like something)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. [x] pretended to be sick &lt;em&gt;(ohh boyy. sick bay's our friend)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061. [x] left the country&lt;br /&gt;062. [x] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it &lt;em&gt;(anime press conference! xD well i didn't exactly like it but it was eye-opening)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;063. [x] cried over the silliest thing&lt;em&gt; (a movie... hehe i'm such a girl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;064. [ ] ran a mile &lt;em&gt;(why haven't i??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;065. [x] went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;066. [x] stay single the whole year &lt;em&gt;(haha yes i did! surprise, surprise!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;067. Eating → Peanut butter and chocolate cookie&lt;br /&gt;068. Drinking → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;069. I'm about to → Waste my time on the computer cause I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;070. Listening to → We Cry by The Script&lt;br /&gt;071. Plans for today → Watch Ellen, have dinner, walk around the house until I'm tired, sleep. Shoot me, someone.&lt;br /&gt;072. Waiting for → Something interesting to brighten my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;073. Want kids? → Yea, I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;074. Want to get married? → Omg I hope so too. As in hope to get married, not hope to &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to get married. Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;075. Careers in mind → Media and entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY?&lt;br /&gt;076. Lips or eyes → Both? &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Shorter or taller? → Taller, please...&lt;br /&gt;078. Romantic or spontaneous → Both? Omg, I'm such a terrible girl!&lt;br /&gt;079. Nice stomach or nice arms → Omg both again!&lt;br /&gt;080. Sensitive or loud → Oh ok, I know this one. Sensitive but not overly lah. But definitely not loud, please, no.&lt;br /&gt;081. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship&lt;br /&gt;082. Trouble-maker or hesitant → Uh, I'm not sure. Neither?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;083. Lost glasses/contacts → Don't wear either one.&lt;br /&gt;084. Ran away from home → Never.&lt;br /&gt;085. Hold a gun/knife for self defense → Uh, againt my brother, maybe? hehe, &lt;em&gt;IT WAS ALL IN GOOD FUN!&lt;/em&gt; I wasn't going to kill him, or anything! It was a tiny knife anyway... Again, don't judge. hehe&lt;br /&gt;086. Killed somebody → Oh god, no.&lt;br /&gt;087. Broken someone's heart → Apparently so...&lt;br /&gt;088. Been arrested → Thankfully no. Otherwise I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;089. Cried when someone died → Not really. No one I'm really close to has left yet. OH! I cried when Keith died. Heh, does that count? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;090. Yourself → Kind of, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;091. Miracles → Oh ya, definitely. It happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;092. Love at first sight → Not &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;093. Heaven → Off course. I hope I get there.&lt;br /&gt;094. Santa Claus → I don't have a chimney, so I guess I'll never know! xD&lt;br /&gt;095. Sex on the first date → uh, NO. Not happening...&lt;br /&gt;096. Kiss on the first date → &lt;em&gt;(ditto diy) &lt;/em&gt;you think I who horr? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yes. Many, actually.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → &lt;em&gt;Seriously?&lt;/em&gt; Um, not really. I'm partly happy, not entirely. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be here but that's ok, I'm not gonna quit.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God → Yes!&lt;br /&gt;100. This is the 100th and last. &lt;em&gt;(huh? wait is this... OH! It's the 100th fact! I get it! haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so there it is. I can't wait to get my pay this Thursday (hopefully) then dash to sistic to get tickets to Jason Mraz. I NEED to watch him live. It's a need, not a want. Seriously. We will find and get our way. That guy is just too amazing to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Starts in 2. Fasten your seatbelts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6138190704860638264?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6138190704860638264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanted-to-post-about-how-my-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6138190704860638264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6138190704860638264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wanted-to-post-about-how-my-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-2971080861455357976</id><published>2009-01-01T10:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:02:59.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it finally happened. 2009 is here.&lt;br /&gt;2008 wasn't all that bad, just the fastest year I have ever experienced. Still, batchmates and being 16 made it all better and wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top moments of the year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Meeting Jason Mraz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is amazing! He just has this amazing aura and personality, and you really feel him as a person. Deffinitely the top moment of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Massive FAM sleepover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was amazing. Pre FAM was filled with activity and nonsense like taking 3 hours to curl Zaff's hair xD. After FAM we hung around Orchard, had Starbucks and Macs till near midnight. When we got back to my place, we talked and gossiped and prank called until we rolled off the bed laughing then finally slept at 4 am. Top it all off with a massive lunch at mamak stall outside my estate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Beats &amp;amp; Breaks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but this night was quite significant for me. Although I was initially dragging my ass there then grumbled cause we got stuck in the rain, the show made it one of the best nights. That night, I just got to meet and talk to so many people in local hip hop and when you do, you feel the passion and love that they have, it's infectious! Especially Rauzan and Freaky Z. They really made my long days at intern feel worth, when Rauzan said that we need to keep doing what we do, or they will not survive. Kind of gave me a glimpse of what I want my future to be like. Plus, Syarif, Alyph and Kak Jihan were all there, so yes, it was a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. BH Intern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really gave me so many experiences and made me do so many things I never thought I would ever do, like attending Anime Festival Press Conference (which was eye-opening, btw). xD It made me consider journalism for real but not in Malay off course (for obvious reasons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Getting an A in Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big deal ok!! I think I almost cried, considering that it was my only A in math in 4 years! xD It was only for one paper lah, but still! Let's work for more As in math, ya? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to continue with a happy new year post because the world is not very happy. I'm sorry if I'm dampening anyone's mood, but if you have been alive and aware, half way around the world, people are suffering and dying. Of hunger, violence and so many other problems.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm living my life so normally, without being affected at all by all these things going on. The economic crisis, which happens to be really bad (think Great Depression), the war that's still going on all over the place (it's not just Iraq anymore), the hunger and diseases in another continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it bug you that right now, other people are living in conditions that you read about in history lessons? It disturbs me.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, in my nice house, watching TV, blogging and eating ice cream while just a few thousand kilometers away, people are fighting for their lives, running for shelter from the air raids. It feels like we are living in different eras. When was the last time you heard about air raids? For me, it's during history lessons, learing about World War 2. It's easily WW3 now, we just haven't officially declared it.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching BBC yesterday and saw live footages of the air raid in Gaza. It's insane. It's as though the human population has not learned from history and progressed. Bombs drop onto Gaza just like they did in previous World Wars. Still, we call ourselves the modern generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am excited (not so much anyway) for 2009, I don't think we have a very good start. Hopefully, 2009 will bring out the human in all our beings so that violence will stop and the world will be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-2971080861455357976?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/2971080861455357976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-it-finally-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2971080861455357976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/2971080861455357976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-it-finally-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-5037563021211998386</id><published>2008-12-30T08:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:00:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dreamt of Shah Rukh Khan! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe. Can you believe it? I'm not even like a big fan or anything. Ok so this is how it went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shah Rukh Khan was coming to Singapore for something, I can't remember. And there was this amazing thing online that can track people and where they are (Maroon 5 was at Singapore Zoo playing with octopuses) . So we used that to try to stalk Shah Rukh Khan! xD So somehow, we stalked him sampai Bagdai, suupposedly in India. I don't even know if Bagdai exists! Probably not, but never mind. Kata dream, kan? So anyway, I had an unidentified female friend with me. I think we ran all the way from the airport to the middle of nowhere and found Shah Rukh Khan on a bicycle!! Hehe. A green bicycle! So then he got blocked by something so me and my unidentified friend caught up with him and took pictures all. Can you imagine?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not even over yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I can't remember how it got to this part, but then Sheila was with me walking down Orchard with Shah Rukh Khan. xD Maybe she was my unidentified friend who went all the way to Bagdai with me to stalk Shah Rukh Khan. Possible, right? xD So anyway, we were talking, then suddenly, there were crazy fans running after him, screaming his name. Then he grabbed both of us and ran into a building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While running there was this cute hockey player who was wearing a navy blue shirt with the words BIG in caps. Sempat eh? While running away from crazy Shah Rukh Khan fans?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So then, I don't remember what happened, but then Diy appeared and both she and Sheila had pet dogs. Sheila's was cute, it was white with black patches and the ears flopped. Hehe. Oh and Shah Rukh Khan disappeared, I don't know what happened. I woke up. Haha I think it was too merepek to handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I never knew I had such a wild imagination. In fact, I rarely remember my dreams because they are usually so lame and uncreative and insignificant. This time, I woke up laughing. Gosh, I should have more interesting dreams. It's a good start to a day when you wake up laughing. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-5037563021211998386?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/5037563021211998386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dreamt-of-shah-rukh-khan-xd-hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5037563021211998386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/5037563021211998386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dreamt-of-shah-rukh-khan-xd-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-4801154010672131979</id><published>2008-12-29T14:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:20:09.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Resort 09 was amazing for some. I was rolling all over the place for the gold badgeley mischka dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Badgeley Mischka Resort 09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhurvnHGmI/AAAAAAAAACM/jLQqfmloG1E/s1600-h/badgeley+mischka11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285095860513217122" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhurvnHGmI/AAAAAAAAACM/jLQqfmloG1E/s320/badgeley+mischka11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhurVHymxI/AAAAAAAAACE/T1vqigwJCZY/s1600-h/badgeley+mischka9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285095853402528530" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhurVHymxI/AAAAAAAAACE/T1vqigwJCZY/s320/badgeley+mischka9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3.1 Phillip Lim Resort 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhurHpefmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tYNasaluuUA/s1600-h/3.1+phillip+lim5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285095849785720418" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhurHpefmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tYNasaluuUA/s320/3.1+phillip+lim5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhuqyAhkXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AGXcDi82xaI/s1600-h/3.1+phillip+lim3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285095843976810866" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhuqyAhkXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AGXcDi82xaI/s320/3.1+phillip+lim3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhuqz2JHGI/AAAAAAAAABs/O_Awm_SGIk4/s1600-h/3.1+phillip+lim2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285095844470135906" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhuqz2JHGI/AAAAAAAAABs/O_Awm_SGIk4/s320/3.1+phillip+lim2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Spring/Summer 09 will also be pretty amazing. I love the colours that come out for spring collections. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Elie Saab Spring 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxr44pN4I/AAAAAAAAACU/UsUG2vX0jpI/s1600-h/elie+saab12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285099161537558402" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxr44pN4I/AAAAAAAAACU/UsUG2vX0jpI/s320/elie+saab12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxsNTT9QI/AAAAAAAAACc/NMp6pbYIsdM/s1600-h/elie+saab13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285099167018120450" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxsNTT9QI/AAAAAAAAACc/NMp6pbYIsdM/s320/elie+saab13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxsOx4rhI/AAAAAAAAACk/-HWg3tt7YSU/s1600-h/elie+saab14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285099167414791698" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxsOx4rhI/AAAAAAAAACk/-HWg3tt7YSU/s320/elie+saab14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abaete Spring 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxscz5ROI/AAAAAAAAACs/grA37UY-AFc/s1600-h/abaete13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285099171181315298" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxscz5ROI/AAAAAAAAACs/grA37UY-AFc/s320/abaete13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxsRZwqMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7-jVaKgvtP8/s1600-h/abaete12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285099168118909122" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhxsRZwqMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7-jVaKgvtP8/s320/abaete12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhyxASkRgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IOiKTXjzYpw/s1600-h/abaete11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285100348936308226" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhyxASkRgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IOiKTXjzYpw/s320/abaete11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alberta Ferretti Spring 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVh0jc7N8CI/AAAAAAAAADM/QGYcMm4TANQ/s1600-h/alberta+ferretti6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285102315128090658" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVh0jc7N8CI/AAAAAAAAADM/QGYcMm4TANQ/s320/alberta+ferretti6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhyxYT5NWI/AAAAAAAAADE/mQ3YCc99qeo/s1600-h/alberta+ferretti4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285100355384325474" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhyxYT5NWI/AAAAAAAAADE/mQ3YCc99qeo/s320/alberta+ferretti4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVh0jv5o1QI/AAAAAAAAADU/zj4YF_aL02s/s1600-h/alberta+ferretti3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285102320221738242" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVh0jv5o1QI/AAAAAAAAADU/zj4YF_aL02s/s320/alberta+ferretti3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alberta Ferretti gowns are to DIE for! Although the colours were kinda gloomy for a spring collection. But heck, the fabrics on the gowns flow gooorgeously like the water in the river nile that the colours don't even quite matter anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda sad that some Fall 09 shows are gonna be toned down for some designers like Vera Wang. She isn't even gonna show at Bryant Park! That's quite disastrous, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, I think I've mentioned this countless times but I've been rotting at home. I need activity! C'mon, someone, make plans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-4801154010672131979?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/4801154010672131979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/resort-09-was-amazing-for-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4801154010672131979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/4801154010672131979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/resort-09-was-amazing-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVhurvnHGmI/AAAAAAAAACM/jLQqfmloG1E/s72-c/badgeley+mischka11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6488078270577594004</id><published>2008-12-28T19:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:04:26.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, the holidays are getting increasingly ridiculous as the days pass. There's drama in the family &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;my hair disturbs me more and more. I can't wait for it to grow and when it does, I swear it will never be this short again. Cutting my hair is one of my life regrets, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I was going through my SD card to pass the time and these are just some pics worth sharing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of the coolest guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVd_J0IlycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oGG0mu68CG0/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284832494332791234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVd_J0IlycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oGG0mu68CG0/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hady Mirza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVd_KSL37UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZF6Vf6nb1vE/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284832502399626562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVd_KSL37UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZF6Vf6nb1vE/s320/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taufik Batisah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeGArmQzUI/AAAAAAAAABk/PbsvXG_IdfE/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284840034003897666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeGArmQzUI/AAAAAAAAABk/PbsvXG_IdfE/s320/IMG_1064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reigning champions of FUNNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVd_zkgX4tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n-TIshd4frY/s1600-h/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284833211692081874" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVd_zkgX4tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n-TIshd4frY/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cutest boy in the crowd that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeBMXtVqUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LZUMSp_fsYk/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284834737265158466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeBMXtVqUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LZUMSp_fsYk/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the way her hair used to be. They were like curly fries! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVd_0wkVtmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ny9LIe0ZRdE/s1600-h/IMG_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284833232109811298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVd_0wkVtmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ny9LIe0ZRdE/s320/IMG_1804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyy, she really loves my brother, doesn't she? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeBLwubJdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CL081iBhNB4/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284834726800729554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeBLwubJdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CL081iBhNB4/s320/IMG_1845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was BBQ chicken, BBQ stingray and fried noodles (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Pasir Ris park, Sheila and I climbed a tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeCxzLQVOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QoQ0vTISb_g/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284836479805183202" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeCxzLQVOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QoQ0vTISb_g/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeCyObMWuI/AAAAAAAAABE/sOrl0lUAOIc/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284836487119788770" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeCyObMWuI/AAAAAAAAABE/sOrl0lUAOIc/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Liy tried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeCywbLSwI/AAAAAAAAABU/5tE1X5pe3L8/s1600-h/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284836496246524674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeCywbLSwI/AAAAAAAAABU/5tE1X5pe3L8/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Struggled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeCyS8CtCI/AAAAAAAAABM/fqgjEYTu9Ek/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284836488331310114" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeCyS8CtCI/AAAAAAAAABM/fqgjEYTu9Ek/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeDwEYk69I/AAAAAAAAABc/1XbOdL3cLUo/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284837549576350674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVeDwEYk69I/AAAAAAAAABc/1XbOdL3cLUo/s320/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAA DAA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need more memories of the holidays. &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/8746630130668903339-6488078270577594004?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6488078270577594004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-holidays-are-getting-increasingly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6488078270577594004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6488078270577594004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-holidays-are-getting-increasingly.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTgwZTT4_fo/SVd_J0IlycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oGG0mu68CG0/s72-c/IMG_1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-6622068534623661724</id><published>2008-12-27T08:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:27:14.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it scary how time just flies past right in front of you until you loose track of it? Then when you suddenly take time to realize, BAM! the year is coming to an end. It scares me, it really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like I have not fully utilized my holidays. It's been what? 3 months of pure free time. Now I wonder where all that time went. I only remember intern draining me of all my energy. After intern, I had a week then I had an injury and missed everything that was planned for the next week. I have not been to lepak days with batchmates and I miss them like craaaazyyyy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now, we are in the last weekend of 2008. In 3 weeks, school will start and God help me, I am not prepared. The thought of JC scares the hell out of me. Especially when I read up on my future school and find out that it is the "most successful high school IN THE WORLD" and has been termed "an Ivy League machine" by the Wall Street Journal. Tell me how that is not intimidating &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;. How can I possibly be enrolled in the most successful high school in the world? The world, my friends, the WORLD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I just have to face the fact and embrace it although there is so much out there I want to do, but can't because of school. Let's just pray darn hard that I get through JC and go on to get a decent degree to satisfy my parents so that I can finally go my own way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-6622068534623661724?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/6622068534623661724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/isnt-it-scary-how-time-just-flies-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6622068534623661724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/6622068534623661724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/isnt-it-scary-how-time-just-flies-past.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-7743281271792842419</id><published>2008-12-25T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:33:00.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talk about embarrassment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowlnig for the first time on tuesday with my sister and nieces, and boyy was it fun. Fun here refers to the embarrassment I risked. HOMAGOZ, I am a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Embarrassing moment no. 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the ball &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;bowling it. And mind you, falling balls make a louudd sound. Ya, I know. Go on, laugh. I thought that would have ended my loser presence at the alley but nooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Embarrassing moment no. 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ball &lt;strong&gt;bounced&lt;/strong&gt; off the lane. Yes, OFF THE LANE. It was practically flying. Thank God ours was the last lane so my ball did not land in another person's lane. I think I would have died of embarrassment, otherwise. I was hoping no one saw it, but who was I kidding, right? It was open to public viewing! So then suddenly, out of nowhere, this guy comes to pick up the ball for me from waayy out there xD Double embarrassment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, despite the loser moments, I still won that game (: hehe. So I guess I'm not that bad after all. Just embarrassing xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we went cycling at Pasir Ris park for 2 hours. It felt like a real workout, man. Especially when rain was falling and we were all frantically cycling to shelter. When the rain stopped, we cycled to one end of Pasir Ris park to another. I was so amazed when I could hear downtown! I think we cycled at least 5km ytd. Pretty insane, but I'd do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double chocolate frappe after was heavenly, can lawan the previous mccafe champ (if you know who I'm talking about) xD.&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, we had chocolate fondue and breaded prawns. I love days out with my sister and nieces (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746630130668903339-7743281271792842419?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/feeds/7743281271792842419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/talk-about-embarrassment-went-bowlnig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7743281271792842419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/7743281271792842419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/talk-about-embarrassment-went-bowlnig.html' title=''/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746630130668903339.post-3282572367689479049</id><published>2008-12-21T23:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:23:04.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Hello world wide web</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is, after countless attempts to conquer the language of computers, i finally did it. I now have a blog. Even so, i had help. So anyway, to kick things off, MEME (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I were...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A month:&lt;/strong&gt; August. Just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A weekday:&lt;/strong&gt; Friday cause TGIF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A time of day:&lt;/strong&gt; 6pm. I always feel kinda calm at 6pm (usually), maybe cause the day is ending and rest is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A planet:&lt;/strong&gt; Earth cause then I'll be so useful. Although I'm dying now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A furniture:&lt;/strong&gt; A vintage chair. I'll ooze gorgeousness (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fruit:&lt;/strong&gt; I would be a kiwi so that cute mauri boys can juggle me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sin:&lt;/strong&gt; omg, ICE CREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A liquid:&lt;/strong&gt; I'd be water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tree:&lt;/strong&gt; A christmas tree, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A flower:&lt;/strong&gt; I'd be a rose or a whole bouquet of them. Red roses, that is. Rich Red Roses, there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A type of weather:&lt;/strong&gt; Sunny but cool plus a slight breeze and a humidity level that won't make you sweat and stink. I don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An animal: &lt;/strong&gt;I think i would be a... flamingo. I remember admiring then in the zoo when i was young. All that grace and poise! (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A colour:&lt;/strong&gt; Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An herb:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh. Um... cinnamon? Unless you consider chocolate a herb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A voice:&lt;/strong&gt; Literally or metaphorically? Literally, I'd be either Whitney Houston ot Celine Dion's voice. I mean, c'mon! Metaphorically, the voice of reason I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A chemical element:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh God. I failed chemistry you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A food:&lt;/strong&gt; I would be any kind of heavenly dessert. I'd die for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A drink made of alcohol:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh! Then I'd be haram! But if i had to, something sweet and fruity, I think. Maybe something with peaches and raspberries and a tinge of orange and a dash of mint. Waddya call that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A place on earth:&lt;/strong&gt; Bryant Park cause that's where Fashion Week is held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A number:&lt;/strong&gt; 154365135456132. That still is a number right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A date:&lt;/strong&gt; 25th March cause I was born on that day. But come to think of it, I didn't bring that much goodness to the world, so maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoes:&lt;/strong&gt; I would be a Christian Loubutin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A saying: &lt;/strong&gt;Off the top of my head, um... "You never know until you try." I trully believe in that although sometimes I'm scared of trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A movie:&lt;/strong&gt; It's between Sex &amp;amp; The City and High School Musical. Fashion and fun (plus the music).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A character from a book:&lt;/strong&gt; Um, I'd be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mythological creature:&lt;/strong&gt; A unicorn, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A character from a comic/manga:&lt;/strong&gt; First off, I don't read comics or even like the movies that follow. Superman maybe? It'd be nice to be strong, right? &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/8746630130668903339-3282572367689479049?l=aerieflummery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3282572367689479049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746630130668903339/posts/default/3282572367689479049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aerieflummery.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-world-wide-web.html' title='Hello world wide web'/><author><name>filzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875793560823113797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
